Growing up, the Christmas holiday season was always my second favorite time of year, right after the autumn equinox.
It brought so much joy into my life, even though my father wasn’t a wealthy man. My mother wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about the holidays. She didn’t spend much time playing with me in general and preferred to sit and watch soap operas all day, often claiming most of my father’s attention. And that’s okay; life is what it is.
But when Halloween or Christmas rolled around, things felt a little more special because of the deep spiritual essence of these seasons. I appreciated how profound they truly were, beyond the commercial hype, and that made me cherish this time of year even more.
In autumn, I could sense the shift in the Earth’s energy, the changing globe beneath my feet. I’d spend hours outside after school, breathing in the crisp air, grounding myself in the seasonal transition, jumping into massive leaf piles that the neighbors collaboratively raked along the street, and praying under the vast blue sky in my yard. I would give gifts to God made of things that I found like nuts or different grasses, and climb up in the tallest tree to get closer to heaven. My dad always made Halloween spectacular, even if he didn’t dress up often; but when he did, his costumes were among the best.
Christmas struck a different chord for me, literally. The winter solstice I knew, was a darker, more introspective celebration, and with my birthday just three days after Christmas, the season often carried a gloomy undertone. My mother didn’t decorate the house or cook elaborate meals. She got the artificial tree out which, was haphazardly assembled, with bent limbs left unfixed. There was no eggnog, no cookie baking, and my birthday gift doubled as my Christmas present.
Meanwhile, I watched my father’s hard-earned money go toward expensive gifts for her on her birthday or during the holidays. Still, I was always grateful, and my dad did his best to include me.
As I grew older, I knew why my mother didn’t share in the joyful activities with me like other mothers did with their daughters. I read her past, her soul, many times.
I had over 100 dolls, many from flea markets, with a new one added each Christmas until I outgrew the collection. I’d pretend to be a mom, imagining all the wonderful things I’d do with my own children someday. I harbored no resentment. I understood on a deep, psychic, and spiritual level why mom, was the way she was.
People who have been hurt, often hurt others as well. It’s a cycle. I never held it against her, but I did miss out on so much. I promised myself that I’d honor the deeper spiritual meanings of these celebrations, making them about more than just gifts or rituals.
The Lord had taught me about the angelic year, its cycles, and the “dead zone” in winter observances, even before this lifetime. So, as a young girl, I vowed to grow up and celebrate authentically: giving to those in need, offering sentimental rather than lavish gifts to loved ones.
No matter how hard I tried, responses from others weren’t always consistent. I’d send cards to everyone I knew, but after a year or two, they’d stop reciprocating. Still, I’d persist.
Before my business officially took off in 2013, money was tight, and I’d rely on Toys for Tots for my kids, Amber and Noah, until my spiritual mission as a teacher started succeeding. My dad did the same for me sometimes when I was a kid and things were tight. You can’t imagine my pride in finally providing for them in ways I couldn’t before. Then came Adree; things were improving, and with my dad still around, I was thrilled to do more for all the kids, even my new little girl, than I’d ever thought possible.
Back when funds were low, I’d still bake cookies and celebrate the sacred spirituality in Earth’s duality of winter. Finally, after my father passed, I had Alex, plus mounting bills. I was blessed with miraculous help, but as my business slowed, that support stretched thinner, covering living expenses for our growing family.
That’s life. We adapt.
When you can’t do as much, you get creative to keep things fun and bright, whether grieving a loss, facing financial strain, or feeling alone. Remember, the holidays are about your connection to heaven and spirit, personal growth cycles, gratitude amid challenges, and the lessons of this earthly experience.
Even though this Christmas is a little tough, Amber and I decided to go all out with the Elf on the Shelf to bring cheer and anticipation for the kids. We played around with this last year, but this year, we’ve brainstormed some fantastic ideas.
We take turns each day setting up new scenarios, and the kids rush home from school excited to discover what the elves are up to. I feel lucky, too. My father always wanted to take me to see The Nutcracker as a child, hoping I’d become a ballerina, since he loved the arts. After he passed, I started the tradition in his memory, but the kids were too young before. My older ones weren’t as interested. This year, a student gifted us tickets to a local show with Nutcracker elements, and I was also able to snag family seats for the full ballet back in June when they were just $20 each. I was still trying to make ends meet helping my mom then, but I set the money aside, knowing the flyers come out around that time.
So, we’ll enjoy that magical experience, plus the gifted show, alongside our Elf antics. It’s making this year truly bright.
We’ve been lighting candles daily in honor of spirit, ancestors, the Earth, and those in need. I’ve been donating time at the soup kitchen, grateful for all the Lord has provided. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I usually volunteer at the animal shelter in summer, but I like rotating my charitable efforts to help a bit of everything and everyone. Seeing people’s faces light up over a warm meal has been incredibly rewarding. It’s hectic doing it between work, my second part time job, and my responsibilities but it sure makes my heart glow!
I also stopped celebrating my birthday on December 28th, years ago, shifting it to a more sacred date tied to a profound spiritual moment in my celestial journey. It also eases the gift burden on family and friends. This year, I insisted on no presents for me; I meant it, as I do every year, though they usually ignore me.
Instead, I asked for cards with a promise: that no matter how hard things get, they’ll stand by my side. And if possible, to do something nice for someone else, a donation or helping hand. I was touched that my little ones said they were more worried about me than asking Santa for much, though I managed to get them some things.
I’m sharing this to remind everyone that life and holidays transcend commercialism. These seasons can sometimes bring people down, but understanding their true roots reveals deeper, positive meanings year after year. For me, it’s cherishing priceless moments with my kids, collaborating creatively with my oldest daughter, witnessing their genuine love by honoring my no-gift request and promises of support, and helping others.
Sure, winter, whether Saturnalia, Yule, or Christmas, has its duality. Amid the optimism and blessings, I can’t deny moments of sadness missing my dad in his previous physical form or worrying about finances like any mother. But life is so much more than the material. These memories are the greatest gifts, ones I’ll carry forever. And my dad finally gets to see the Nutcracker in his new form 😉. God is good.
I thank God for them daily. I hope this inspires you to seek out those little moments, too.
Here are some of the Elf on the Shelf ideas Amber and I came up with:
The first scenario had our elves, one boy and one girl, taking off in the kids’ Barbie cars with Adree and Alex’s Barbies.
Next, Amber created a zip line where the boy elf, Sparky, rescued our female elf, Elvie, from getting stuck in a Christmas stocking.
Another day, Amber fashioned a parachute for the elves and had them draw beards on the kids’ pictures.
One of my ideas was having the girl elf attempt a ride on the ceiling fan, with little treats scattered as hints for the kids to follow when they get home from school, leading them to the elves’ hiding spot.
It’s so much fun. I see so many people making a big deal out of these types of things on TikTok, repetitively, posting, just for views. And so I wanted to share it for those who value my work and like to read my thoughts or what I have to say, here in a more intimate place at my online diary platform.
I think the biggest thing that I hope for by sharing my life publicly at all, isn’t to gain sympathy, and it certainly isn’t to gain fame. We all know that’s never going to happen😂. But what I hope to gain from it is that I can inspire other people to see the beauty, even in the ugliest times of life. I hope that people can see that God is there for them, even when it seems that he’s not. He’s there, in the love that you find around you, or even if you don’t receive it, he’s found in the love that you give. I hope people can come to realize that while they waste time worrying about every little thing excessively, that they miss out on the time that they could have had with people that matter. Not everything has to be what the world makes it into, you can create your own reality.
Nonetheless, I hope that this story made a few people laugh. And if not, I hope that it inspired someone to get out there and do something nice for other people or someone. It takes your mind off of what’s happening in your own life, and it certainly shows you that it may not be as bad as some other people have it, and that you have the ability to make someone’s situation better. Isn’t that the cycle of life? It should also bring a great realization that this world has really taken the true meaning out of so many things, and what they’ve turned things into has literally beaten people down into the ground as slaves. Value the people in your life, and do as much good as you can. And if you have the ability to bless others, do so. It’s the people that matter the most because they are what carry the weight of God within them, no material man-made created thing holds such value. Don’t waste time, allowing the world to push you down to where you stop feeling like you care about the things you used to, and can’t seem to find joy anymore. Don’t look back on the things that you didn’t have with anger or resentment, but with love and understanding, and change the cycles that you saw and didn’t like, through your own actions. That’s one way you break through the duality.
I hope everybody has a wonderful holiday season. 
Embracing the Eternal Echo: Coping With Sensitivity, Solitude, and the Sacred Dance of Forgiveness
In the quiet hush of this morning’s dawn, winter’s frost etched silver filigree on the windowpane, I found myself once more at the precipice of my soul’s vast ocean. The world hums with unseen currents, vibrations of joy and sorrow, love and loss, that lap at the shores of my being like relentless waves.
As an empath, an ascended soul traveling the awkward alchemy of the spiritual and the mundane, I am both vessel and voyager.
Visions pound me hard. My heart, a cosmic sponge, absorbs the experiences of my previous lifetimes, but this one especially. Pictures flashed in my mind and led to memories.
I thought of the laughter of Alexander’s first Halloween mask, the sting of a father’s untimely departure. My thoughts moved to recalling the glitch of my smartphone that mirrors the fractures in our fragile connections. Everything flooded into my third eye like a picture book whose pages were being flipped through too quickly.
2012. I saw my first client emailing that they were happy that a spell I did, reunited she and her lover.
2013. I saw Amber, Gia and I playing “Just Dance”. We were poor still. Amber, Noah and I shared a bedroom, me sleeping on the floor at night so that the kids had beds to rest in. On weekends, we all took to the floor with blankets, Amber ‘s friend Gia joining us. Without money or transportation, we were left to games at home or long walks to get out. In that memory, we all danced to “Starships” by Nicki Minaj. It was our workout. Not enough funds to join a gym.
Another image flashed. 2014. I was sitting on my computer on a website called “Starseeds.net”. People flooded my messages with questions about spirituality. My blogs and YouTube channel had already been up for a year and half already and many wanted to know more. I used a photo of myself holding a crystal ball encircled by a rainbow, as my profile pic.
2014. A man named Mark from Australia and I had become close friends through my work online. I was awaiting his email in the vision, but received one from a woman named Sherry, a real estate agent from California. She asked me to join her on a cruise out there, after helping her. Excitedly, I begged my parents to watch Amber and Noah so that I could go, but they said no. I was so disappointed. I had never really been anywhere. Mark got in touch with me later, and cheered me up.
Another image appeared, of later that same year. I sat in my backyard, but this time I had finished doing a spell with my daughter. We had a huge fire and called the elements of fire. It was a beautiful night under a blood moon. Amber and I used the remaining embers of the dying bonfire to roast marshmallows. It was a beautiful Summer evening.
The images continued, one after the other, all containing moments that played in like movie clips in my third eye, teleporting me back to missed days of old. Times that were simpler. I could hear the voices as we chatted in the images. The music that played back then could be heard as clearly as if the radio was right by my side again next to me, playing them all over again clearly.
Outside the energy felt somewhat normal with hints of sentiment. Tapping back into the energy at present, it all felt so empty. Nothing like the years before. I started channeling further and found myself spiraling down the rabbit hole.
I went from years ago in the past, to the present, and by that time, I was expanding into the firmament. I felt the world’s depression, loss, and the fears of so many people which lingered in the airwaves.
I saw Ukraine.
I saw the pasttimes of the country, memories of families who once lived there. Some of their family members were dead, others… separated from each other by taking refuge elsewhere. I felt the people missing their loved ones. I saw an elderly woman’s memories of having grown up there since she was small. Already she had lived in danger there once during the holocaust, but eventually there was peace. Oh how different Ukraine was then! I felt her feelings of hopelessness of witnessing war again.
It was all so sad. I saw backhanded deals in politics. I saw my own future. I saw protests erupting next year, more.
After long, I wished the visions would stop. But how? By that time, I had let the whole world in. And it hurt in more ways than one.
Afterwards, I just shutdown. I think I started to shut down a long time ago. I didn’t shut my gifts down, but I started holding in my visions, my thoughts, keeping them to myself, to protect myself. Aside from the world, I witnessed so many traumatizing things through my visions, from allowing so many people to get close to me in the past, knowing that they would hurt me. I know I can only blame myself for allowing them in, but my unconditionally, loving heart could never deny anyone. And I have no regrets. Yet, I hurt inside to think of human nature. Heaven explains it, but I can’t grasp it yet. Or I have difficulty accepting rather. How can people hurt others? How can people prioritize themselves instead of their loved ones? Why are they so blind to so many things? How can they just follow the world so easily. How can someone hurt someone who has been so good to them? Why hurt animals? Children? How can people treat one another like objects? I ask heaven so many of these questions and even in the deepest explanations that they give me, I say: “ No.”
Humans can be shifty. Communication makes me jumpy.
Imagine if you can, I receive a single text, innocuous to most, yet as I open it , it makes me shake within like a meteor shower. Nausea rises, visions flicker at the edges of sight, tremors ripple through limbs unbidden. It’s not the fault of the person texting me, it’s the remnants of the visions that I had, that have me shaken up. Or, that I saw too deeply. Why can’t I just see everyone the same as everyone else? Where things hidden from the ordinary in a persons past, or mind, are never seen?
Trying to text back, I sense the individual is low in vibration, good, sweet natured, but in need of healing. I hesitate to reply. I can’t add one thing to the other. It’ll cause me so much uneasiness afterwards. Even if, I seek to see the good. I always look for the good. I told Heavenly Father if I see a bad person who has even 10% of potential to be good, I’ll focus on that. I’ll do anything to show that to the person themselves too. Many times the percentage increases. Most times, even if it does, I get hurt. It’s worth it, I suppose.
Sometimes, I wish I just wasn’t as I am. This is my reality, where psychic sensitivity amplifies the world’s into roars. In my own growth, I’ve learned that such overloads stem not from weakness, but from an unshielded light-body, porous to the residues of others’ unresolved traumas. I have dealt with it all of my life.
A casual phone call becomes a conduit of shadows; an in-person exchange, a deluge that leaves me bedridden, soul-spent. Why can’t people just love?
The Hypersensitive Heart: A Gift Wrapped in Thorns
But the divine irony! This vulnerability is the forge of deeper wisdom. It compels me to erect sacred boundaries, not walls of resentment, but veils of holy solitude. It all teaches me so much, with heaven narrating over top to peel back layers.
It’s been a lot , to see the things I’ve seen. Like the lotus folding into the muddied waters to emerge pristine, I must retreat to recalibrate.
I have chosen, with a heart both heavy and liberated, to limit draining interactions: no more unvetted visits, no lingering calls that siphon my essence. I make the plans, and initiate texts. For years I’ve ensured that I avoided overload by avoiding calls and visits except after spiritual healings, and being completely pre-prepared. Even my cell phone stays far from me on a shelf, when not in use. Even the exposure to the Non-ionizing radiation off of my phone makes me feel low. I don’t under how people can sit on their phones all day? I get nausea and throw up after awhile.
In terms of health effects, cell phone radiation can greatly hurt your DNA, and ruin spiritual DNA activations if the person doesn’t rejuvenate by renewing the activation, and receiving quantum atomic healing to wash away those harmful energies. And let’s face it, there are other toxins in the energy all around us, in the ether. I wish people would trust me. I’ve always just tried to enlighten and keep everyone healthy. But I have to be in a good place divinely, in order to help those who seek me.
Instead, I will continue to offer my gifts through the ether, texts that carry healing frequencies, online sanctuaries where souls connect without the crush of proximity. In this choice, forgiveness blooms not as erasure, but as elevation. To love unconditionally is to see the divine spark in every wanderer, to release their hooks without bitterness, granting them, and ourselves, the freedom to evolve.
Although I’m already spiritually evolved myself personally, bad energy, stagnant energy, the sun, even my own psychic gifts can all harm me, depending on the nature of what I’m seeing or experiencing. It’s a shame.
I truly always dreamed of having a lot of people around me, and even maybe to even have had a true helper to share my life with, someone that I could really harmonize energies with. But sadly, it’s not looking like that’s going to happen for me, being that I’m sensitive like this. My true marriage, is to God, my people, my kids. That will always be my sacred vow.
I know how much more heartbreaking it is for the heavenly beings to witness earth’s current state and human conditions. I speak with many of the angels each day about it, leaning on them as a shoulder to cry on. I love humanity and earth so much, and it kills me to see evil.
All the while, so many other people would rather ignore it, or they mirror it back outwardly, or they wonder why should anyone even care since earth has had corruption since beginning of time anyway?
That’s not the point.
Even having been around looking down from above, prior to coming to earth, we knew that it was a corrupt place, but we also knew that it was going to get worse. That’s why messenger’s were sent every so many thousands of years, to help people awaken. That’s how much heaven cares, that sensitive, perfect messengers are sent down into this world that literally is heartbreaking and hard to handle to live in, to walk through this hell in order to help enlighten other people so that they can be done with the planet’s trappings, and they won’t have to experience the suffering here anymore. That’s sacrifice, and true love.
But nobody really notices it since there are so many, fake spiritual teachers out there, fake prophets, and miracle workers, and the few real ones are ripped off for their truth, being pushed into the background so that humanity never finds the true gateway out of here, they only feel hopeful through the facade.
The Fading Flame: Why Healings Demand Devotion
That’s why I created special packages that worked together, to create that feeling of divinity for people while they got the very best healing for every part of themselves. In Hinduism and Buddhism, they believe that each part of yourself is a part of your spirit. Mental, emotional, spiritual and physical. The same applies in the teachings of Jesus, only they disguise it a bit more. Jesus once said: “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery. But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart.” (Matthew 5:27). So to think about something is just as bad as doing it, and you’re using your thoughts and your emotions to ponder over something or desire it. All that’s left is to use your spiritual energy to push it into action. Even Proverbs 23:7 says: “For as he thinks in his heart, so is he.”
In our era of accelerating ascension, the spirit’s machinery whirs with unprecedented fervor. Global energetic shifts, tied to solar flares, geomagnetic storms, and the collective churn of awakening, thicken the vibrational soup we swim in. Healings are more important than ever before. The imbalance in earths, energetic grid, the pollution in the air, the negative frequencies being emitted through the web of collective consciousness, it’s all dangerous to a spiritual being. Sure getting healings all of the time isn’t going to promise that you’re going to have a successful career, but it helps you have better connections with other people, clear thoughts, better, physical health, and it keeps you uplifted and closer to the divine sense, the divine energy surrounds you. Imagine just having close spiritual ties with people in your family can be detrimental to your health. If the people that you’re closest to, or thinking negative things, that streams back-and-forth through your spiritual ties, and you may end up feeling aggravated, irritable, or depressed, not knowing why, when it’s actually coming from someone that you are closely tied to. I’ve known this as a spiritual fact for a very long time, which is why I’ve put so much emphasis on also keeping soul ties clear.
You’re using half of yourself when thinking negative things that you shouldn’t be. These belief systems knew how imperative it was to keep these layers of self purified and clean, especially in an experience that continues to protect negativity all around you. Even on a subconscious level, you’re being poisoned every day. It’s in television, music, the Wi-Fi wavelengths that are invisible throughout the air that carry information and actually literally passes through you. That invisible intel enters your consciousness.
It’s also your own subconscious through things that you haven’t worked through yet that you struggle. Additionally, you’re infiltrated by the things that you see all around you in the world with your eyes, and even on social media. All of this is deliberately constructed to keep you down.
Environmental toxins, digital distortions, and the relentless pull of lower entities conspire to erode our alignments. I’ve witnessed it in my healings: a profound session that fuses your aura with angelic light, activates dormant DNA strands, and deflects the dross of daily discord, only to wane weeks later, like a candle guttering in the wind.
Why do these sacred infusions not “stick”? Well, part of it is entropy, the universe’s inexorable slide toward disorder. Even metaphysically there are etheric leaks, where ungrounded intentions invite parasitic vibes.
Spiritually, it should be a priority and a reminder of our co-creative dance on earth together. but sadly, there aren’t enough people I think this way you were even care. And many people aren’t taking care of their energy in order to provide that beacon of true pure light any longer. Healing is not a one-and-done elixir but a rhythmic maintenance, a devotion to the divine rhythm, devotion to your spirit and devotion to be a light worker by carrying purified light. Just as a garden demands weeding and watering amid seasonal changes, so too must we recommit to our light.
In my practice, I made perfect combination packages and even lowered the prices for a work that is divine and invaluable due to the unsurpassable worth, not out of obligation, but out of reverence for the soul’s sovereignty. Think of it, these types of healings wouldn’t even exist on earth to help people, if the Lord had not provided us with them. General Reiki by unskilled practitioners who can’t see your spiritual blueprint, doesn’t last very long, and there are no other healings out there that can get to the quantum atomic levels, rejuvenate cells, clean the layer of your aura, unclog your chakras, release, sicknesses, and infuse you with a higher vibrational energy from a higher dimension, like the ones that the Lord gave us in design. Plus, having a divinely constructed protection grids to lock that in?
The Lord also provided us with the ability to not only do this for ourselves or other people, but for homes and spaces. This way environments can feel clean and clear, welcoming, for people that enter. Even for people that own office spaces or businesses, these services help in making it more inviting and enjoyable. Haven’t you ever walked into an office and it was just cold and dull? Later on you went home feeling exhausted? Awakened spiritual people have the ability to change things for the better, but today they are forgetting to care about it.
Being a light worker isn’t just being a better person, acting more kindly toward others, or making better choices that are best for you and other people. Being a light worker isn’t just an environmental work. The term light is added to the word light worker because it also matters, the condition of your energy and spirit. How can you be a bright beacon of light, if you allow your energy to be dimmed down, unkept, and uncared for?
Many people get tired of having to continuously keep up with their spiritual care, but to me, I’ll never give up on mine. If I can shine brighter, bring a Divine loving essence into a room, if I can make a home or space feel a little more heavenly, if my energy makes the interactions that I have with animals and other people feel authentic, heavenly and loving, if it brings joy to their life even for a moment, then I’ll continue doing the energy services needed to keep that going.
I know all too well the benefits of the services and how they keep your health in good place too. I value the temple that my soul dwells in. I not only want to be a beacon of light, but also remain healthy, celebrating that the Lord allowed me to the opportunity to walk in this body, and help other people. By caring for my body, I show him that gratitude.
But sadly, not many people look at it this way anymore, and they’re not willing to invest their time into caring for themselves this way because they don’t think of it this way.
Picture it: your energy field, once frayed by the world’s static, being made into a luminous shield, repelling what dims you and amplifying what elevates. This is the art of spiritual hygiene, where consistency transmutes fragility into fortitude.
With so much negative energy out there, and people lacking and caring for their light, it’s very difficult for me to interact. I can communicate through email and text, and so on, but to have voice to voice or even person to person contact, their energy tunnels through me since naturally I’m channeling them, as I do with everyone and everything
If their energy is negative, it’ll hit me like a virus and bring me down pretty hard. There was one time, for example, that I had gotten off of the phone with someone that hadn’t received any healings for a while. I didn’t want hurt the person’s feelings by saying anything at the time, but their energy was making me so ill that I wanted to rush off of the phone. However, I’m kind and patient, and I allowed the person to continue their conversation, knowing that they needed me. But when I got off the phone, I literally collapsed on the floor, sweating, and vomiting, my body shaking from the negative impact of their energy.
This is in no way to judge anyone, but only to show you that spiritual energy is a very real thing and for me these days, being as sensitive to it as I am through my gifts, I have to be extremely careful.
I was lucky someone was home with me at the time that they could pick me up and put me in a cold bath to help me. I can’t expect every person that wants to speak with me or see me, to purchase a service in order to do so, and so I don’t recommend services anymore. I talk about them here and there, but I leave it up to people to make their own decisions so as not to coerce anyone to buy anything. But the fact of the matter is, as the world’s conditions get worse, people are also worsening in their energetic conditions. It’s bad for them and it’s making it very hard for me to be as open with others as I used to be.
On Being Hurt
My love runs so vast,” I once confessed in a raw Facebook post, “that each hurt fractures my core.” Yet, in mending those fractures with grace, I become a conduit for the unconditional flow. So fragile, and so loving, to be hurt would make someone like me leery of anyone who had hurt me, ever again. They would never get the same connection with me again, as I would always feel the need to protect myself. Of course I would never abandon them, but I would become guarded. Even though many may say that I can see who people are, and what they’re capable of deep down, even before getting involved with them, which is true, I always believed that having someone that truly loves and accepts you without judgment, and is always there for you, could be the type of love that changes a person from being hurtful in nature at all. But in my experience, I tried to help the people that I saw who were capable of hurting me or anyone in some way. But they were only just suppressing their true nature to try to be a better person (which I respect), but it still came out in the long run, whether hurting me somehow, or other people. I don’t judge, my heart is full of unconditional love and kindness, but I have to ensure that my heart is safeguarded. It reminds me of an innocent pet that loves its owner, and sees the owner can do no wrong even though the pet senses it. Then one day the owner beats it, but the animal still purely shows love and devotion to them regardless.
Threads of Legacy: Family as the Eternal Web of Light
Amid these solitary vigils, family emerges as the heartbeat of the eternal, a story written from joy’s bright yarns and grief’s somber silvers. All we have, are each other.
Halloween, that liminal eve when veils thin and ancestors draw near, has become our family’s ritual of remembrance. My son Alexander, with his pint-sized bravado, donned the killer clown guise this year, a nod to my father’s wild, elaborate costumes from my childhood, when Friday the 13th marathons left me huddled in terror. In that red-nosed regalia, Alexander channeled not just play, but legacy: honoring the grandfather he never met, bridging the chasm of loss with laughter and strangers’ cheers at a contest we miraculously won.
These moments are divine postscripts, reminders that love defies the linear tyranny of time.
My daughter Adriel’s paper airplane prayer that I mentioned in a previous entry, scrawled with pleas for adventure and ease, looped back not as grand fortune, but as a cascade of small miracles: an impromptu outing, a rediscovered iPad, a trickle of unexpected funds. Even the banal betrayals of technology, like my cursed iPhone 16’s phantom glitches ( never upgrade, heed my warning!), value this truth.
In the eternal now, devices falter, but soul bonds endure. They stitch across lifetimes, where I once foresaw my father’s passing at age 3 in the astral world, and again at age twelve, a psychic precognition that now informs my gentle guidance of my children through their own sensitivities. i’m guiding them through it but seeing how hard it is for me to live with these gifts, sometimes I wonder if it’s even something I want for them.
The River of Time: Virtue in the Vast Unfolding
At its core, our spiritually awkward sojourn is a meditation on time, not as a thief, but as an eternal river, carrying us through infinite expressions of the One. I have glimpsed this in past-life echoes: the betrayals that birthed compassion, the abundances that taught non-attachment. Losses pile like autumn leaves, home razed by fire, students scattered by circumstance, health besieged by the body’s rebellions, yet each is a lesson in virtue. To see life truly is to embrace impermanence without clinging, to love without possession, to forgive as an act of cosmic courtesy.
In this river, every encounter is sacred instruction. The“opponents” who wound us? Teachers in disguise, polishing our edges toward brilliance. The dreams that dissolve? Invitations to alternate graces, where God’s itinerary unfolds with impeccable timing. We are not adrift; we are held. To live ablaze in this flow demands patience in manifestation, trusting that prayers, whispered or scribbled on folded wings, alight on divine ears. Speak your truth from the heart’s unguarded chamber, laced with loving kindness, and watch resentment transmute to release.
Awakening to the Eternal Echo
Dear seeker, if your soul quivers at the world’s unseen symphonies, know this: your awkwardness is your anointing. Guard your light with the wisdom of boundaries, tend your healings with devoted rhythm, cling to your family’s stories into eternity’s loom, and surrender to time’s benevolent current. In forgiveness, find freedom; in solitude, sovereignty; in every breath, the divine’s whisper:
You are enough. You are eternal. You are loved beyond measure.
For me, though, I am protecting my home space, and my own personal spiritual space from this day forward. I am here to be a servant to all of you, as I will always continue to do so. However, I’ve done this alone for a very long time, and feeling alone, can sometimes bring questions. Even though I am a divine being, delaying my Nirvana for now, to help others achieve liberation, I still wonder. I serve as a compassionate guide, giving forbidden unknown knowledge to seekers, I’m an angel! I even hear when people call out to me and I help them without them even having to let them know that I’m doing so. But either way, I walk in my life alone. I ask, did I do a good job?
As I’ve reached this stage of my life of great sensitivity, I’m proud that I have the family members that I do. Without them, I would be utterly alone.
It’s just me, my children and my mother. But what happens if something happened to me? Where would the kids go? What happens if we have no income? Where will we live? Already with hardships that we’re facing, these are questions that seem to need an answer sooner than later. I wonder, as I have given my life in devout service to the Lord, giving all of my time to helping others, and serving him, spending every moment of my breathing life in conversation with heaven and being a service to others, I am now at the age of 43. It makes me ask heaven: “Will it always be this way?” When you find people that share you special bonds and understanding with, never let them go. Even still, time sometimes takes them away. My best companion, my daughter Amber, grown. Noah, also grown and attending to his girlfriend and future in laws. Dad, deceased from one vessel and in a different form that doesn’t hold the same dynamic. Mom, recluse. Everyone still here, not in the same way. I love deeply. I could have built life with anyone and everyone, Yet, I watch my future and the vision lead me into a fully bloomed lotus.
A single lotus flower, the bloom itself, typically lives for 3-5 days once it fully opens, during which it unfurls in the morning sunlight and closes partially or fully at night. After this, the petals wither and drop, leaving behind the seed pod, which matures over the following weeks. This is the definition of life. Even with 100 years is short compared to Earth’s age. Our lives are not long enough. The lotus symbolizes impermanence and rebirth. My life has bloomed, my seed pod, my children, growing up as my petals wither away. And while many flowers bloom together, the lotus lives standing alone, having risen from mud, not some strong hold of hardened earth, surrounded by water, the emotions I life with that encircle me everyday, seeing life with this view of only bright light.
I embrace the light totally. I love fully. And I see life truthfully.
Keeping everything written here in mind, I encourage everybody to take care of their spiritual energy, especially during the times that we live in. I know that I’ll be very overprotective of mine. That includes my home, my personal space, and my spiritual energy. I may have lived to be 40 something years old already, which brings a great deal of life experience, but I’ve lived many other lifetimes too, and I’ve witnessed many things from heaven as well to know, that there are many things in this world to be aware of, and to see what the most important things are that we should focus our time and intention on. I see through people, the masks that they wear, the façades that they try to display, and for me, I’m all about being real.
So in this, I’ll always be here for everyone, always! If you need me, you know where to reach me. Shoot me a text message but please respect that right now, my spiritual gifts are putting me in a very vulnerable place as well as the challenges and hardships that I’m facing in my life alone.
Yet, in this hypersensitivity lies not a curse, but a clarion call, to forgive fully, to boundary boldly, and to heal ceaselessly in the eternal now. Put the things that are supposed to matter the most, first. Be the big of light that shines brightly and more ways than one and don’t neglect your spiritual care, your home environments, or the layers that make you who you are mentally, emotionally, spiritually or even physically. You are the temple that holds the living light. And continue to learn. I’m not quite sure how much longer I’ll be able to pay for my online school and once it’s gone, all of the lessons there will go with it. Enroll in some of them and take advantage of it while it’s there. Even though there are so many people out there that are replicating some of my teachings, even using AI to try to act as if they know something Deeper, my teachings are authentic and truly from heaven. It would be a terrible thing to miss out on in this lifetime. Like I said, heaven sends a messenger every so many thousands of years, to come and find the people that they want to come home, and awaken them. Continue being one of those people. 
May this echo resonate in your chambers, stirring the lotus within. Chase the ripples, cherish the now, and bloom unapologetically.
If any of you have been ordering healings from my website sporadically and noticed they’re not as potent or long-lasting as before, there’s a profound reason rooted in the shifting dynamics of our world.
I’ve discussed this in earlier blogs here and on my official site, warning that post-Passover, a major energetic transition would occur. This isn’t just a casual observation, it’s a convergence of scientific, metaphysical, and spiritual forces reshaping human vibrations. Let me explain deeply into this, layer by layer, to give you a comprehensive understanding of why maintenance is key and how you can reclaim that efficacy.
First, consider the energy shift itself. Scientifically, our planet is undergoing rapid atmospheric and societal changes that directly impact human biology and psychology. Climate change, for instance, amplifies greenhouse gases like carbon dioxide, altering Earth’s energy balance and leading to extreme weather events such as heat waves, droughts, and storms.
These environmental stressors influence our bioelectric fields, think of the human body as a conductor of electromagnetic energy, where pollution and temperature fluctuations can disrupt cellular communication and hormone regulation, fostering heavier “vibrations” akin to increased stress and inflammation. Societally, the rise in air pollution from energy sources contributes to respiratory issues and mental health declines, weighing down our natural vitality. Metaphysically, this manifests as a densification of collective energy fields; the Earth’s aura, much like our own, is bombarded by lower-frequency vibrations from human discord, technology overload, and geomagnetic shifts, pulling individuals into heavier states.
Spiritually, this aligns with prophetic timelines where “darker forces”, symbolizing ego-driven chaos or karmic cycles, accelerate these changes, diverging from divine harmony and forcing souls to adapt or descend into lower consciousness.
Now, why do infrequent healings fall short? If you’re only getting one every few months without upkeep, the effects don’t compound. Scientifically, energy healing like quantum modalities can stimulate biofields, reducing pain and edema through mechanisms like pulsed electromagnetic fields (PEMF), which penetrate tissues to promote wound healing and cellular repair.
However, without repetition, these benefits fade as the body’s homeostasis resets amid daily stressors—much like how a single therapy session might offer temporary relief via placebo or endorphin release, but lacks the cumulative neural rewiring for lasting change.
Metaphysically, healings infuse your aura with higher vibrations, but gaps allow atmospheric energies, think wavelengths in the air carrying collective negativity to erode them, as our energy fields are porous and interactive. Spiritually, each healing builds on the last by strengthening soul ties; when spaced too far, the angelic essence I channel dissipates, unable to anchor against worldly pulls that override spirit with material concerns.
To visualize this, here’s a diagram illustrating the layers of the human aura, showing how these energy fields surround and interact with our physical form:
Notice how the etheric, emotional, and mental layers can be influenced by external vibrations if not maintained.
You can’t expect one service to fix everything permanently. Quantum healing, for example, taps into subatomic levels where thoughts and intentions might influence energy states, though scientific evidence is mixed, some studies suggest biofield therapies advance understanding of pain relief and mental health, while skeptics note a lack of conclusive proof for direct cures.
It feels good initially because it aligns your quantum field, potentially via entanglement principles where distant energies connect, but daily exposures to coworkers’ stress energies or electromagnetic pollution from devices counteract it.
Metaphysically, as I’ve taught, everything vibrates in wavelengths; without renewing your protective grids, sacred geometric patterns that shield your aura, these intrusions create spiritual ties that drain vitality.
Spiritually, this is about staying fused with angelic light, which deflects lower entities; without it, reality’s illusions penetrate, dimming your heavenly presence.
Here’s an illustration of quantum energy healing and vibrational fields, depicting how these subtle energies might interact at a subatomic level:
Reflect on your early spiritual enthusiasm, healings lasted because you were actively engaged. Scientifically, consistent practice builds neuroplasticity, rewiring brain pathways for sustained well-being, much like how music therapy modulates heart rhythms and reduces pain perception through vibrational entrainment. Metaphysically, that zeal kept your aura vibrant, with multiple layers (etheric to causal) aligned and protected. Spiritually, it maintained strong ties to divine sources, allowing my essence infused in each healing, to linger and sustain.
In my healings, I channel not just angelic or spiritual energy, but my own essence, creating a bond. If our connection weakens, that energy doesn’t persist. Scientifically, this mirrors biofield interactions where practitioner-client rapport enhances outcomes, as seen in studies on Reconnective Healing. Metaphysically, auras reflect soul states, and without ongoing fusion, negative vibrations dominate. Spiritually, it’s about overcoming worldly consciousness through service, activating dormant DNA strands via light codes, energetic blueprints that unlock higher awareness and deflect negativity.
To deepen this, view this depiction of angelic light in spiritual energy healing, symbolizing the divine infusion that protects and elevates:
Please, commit to your spiritual care: Maintain dimensional DNA alignment by activating extra strands through meditation and service, fuse with angelic light to sense heavenly deflection of worldly negatives, and pursue quantum atomic healings for holistic body-mind-soul restoration.
Stay immersed in studies to prevent worldly penetration, once it overrides spirit, reconnection demands greater effort. This multifaceted approach ensures healings not only work but transform you profoundly.
It’s always been a cherished family tradition for us to dress in full costumes for Halloween, ever since I was a little girl. My father started the custom—fall was his favorite time of year, and his costumes were always unforgettable. He’d go all out as a wild werewolf, his facial hair perfect for the look, and he made every Halloween magical.
Our family has always been close—Mom, Dad, me, and, when we were lucky, a few brothers who would visit. Later, my own children joined in, and we did our best to brighten one another’s lives since we were all each other had. My mom, though, wasn’t into decorating for Christmas or holidays in general, and she didn’t enjoy cooking for them either. I’m not saying that to criticize—just sharing how things were. Because of that, I always got extra excited when Dad was involved, because he would go all out.
One year, he dressed me as the Wicked Witch of the West, painted green from head to toe. That remains the best Halloween costume I’ve ever had. Before that, Mom would walk me around the block for trick-or-treats, dressing me as a little hobo instead of a costume. I do remember once dressing as Madonna in the 80s once, but that’s about all I recall.
Most Halloweens I’d throw something on and call it a costume, but my father truly made that one year special. Truly, I only want my kids to have everything that I never did. 
I’m a psychic, and I do enjoy some horror, though I’m not into gore or serial killers. My father loved horror movies, and I remember being around six when Friday the 13th came out. We lived in a two-story apartment, and I was terrified Jason Voorhees would break through my window. He hadn’t even planned to scare me, but I caught glimpses and had nightmares, so I’ve never been drawn to the gory side of Halloween.
The Lord has always reminded us that this season is about harvest, gratitude for the year’s blessings, and remembrance of those who are no longer with us. That perspective has guided me through the holidays. When my father grew ill, he could do less, but we still kept the tradition alive in spirit. My son Noah got his own tradition going of horror-inspired costumes, trying to top his grandpa, though not always successfully. He’d dress as a clown to tease me, though I know it’s all in fun and in honor of the memories we share.
Noah has grown into an adult, and time has flown. For his last Halloween, Alexander wanted to do it with him. Noah found the Killer Klowns from outer space game on his Xbox and has been hooked ever since. Noah told Alex about Killer Klowns from Outer Space, a movie that shaped my fears as a child.
He found the new video game adaptation and both boys loved watching my reactions. 
For the past couple of years, Alexander has allowed me to dress him in adorable outfits, first a teddy bear, then a vampire, and even a Ghostbusters getup. This year, he wanted to outdo his big brother.
My little bears.
Alexander decided he wanted to dress as a killer clown from that movie and game, to connect with his brother and honor our family history. I hesitated, given what the costume represents, but I allowed it for one year because this would be a special moment before Noah passes the torch to Alexander. I bought the Shorty Klown costume for him, and I hoped it would be a meaningful experience for all of us.
Save Snow White From The Poisoned Apple Prince!
Alex literally planned this all year!
At the last minute, Noah changed his mind about what he wanted to be, leaving Alexander to face the clown idea alone. It broke his heart a bit that his big brother bailed. Noah will still trick-or-treat, but he chose a different theme with Lindsey this year. I won’t lie, the moment stung a little, because I think it’s wrong to break a child’s trust. Still, I believe Noah learned from it, and he apologized. Still, Alex was heart broken. I prayed to the Lord to cheer him up.
Who ya gonna call!
Then something magical happened. I asked the Lord for guidance, and we visited a haunted attraction. Surrounded by people in freaky clown makeup, Alexander found joy and encouragement from the actors who admired his bravery. He even won a contest for his costume. A separate event at a trampoline park featured Adriel and Alexander in their costumes, and Alexander’s Killer Clown look placed first. It felt like a reconciliation of hearts, even if Noah’s path was different.
Hogwarts Anyone?
This year, Alexander has taken the lead as the family’s new star—his costume is the scariest in our clan, and he earned a prize for it. While I might not be fond of the killer clown idea, I’m grateful for his courage and his deep love for me, keeping Dad’s memory alive. I wish he’d chosen a different theme, but I understand why he did it, and I’m glad he wanted to honor our family’s history.
Scary!
I do worry slightly about the space clown concept—imagery of monsters that look like clowns, with a movie that once frightened me as a little girl. But seeing Alexander’s heart and his desire to make me happy reminds me that the best part of Halloween is family, celebrating together, supporting one another, and keeping our loved ones close.
My two youngest children, Adriel and Alexander, are filled with love and goodness, and I’m deeply grateful for them. Adriel even had a hopeful moment when God answered her wishes on her paper airplane, that brought us luck.
All in all, even though Noah’s choice wasn’t very thoughtful, I’m grateful that everything turned out beautifully for Alexander. He bounced back from being let down by his big brother, drew praise from many horror fans, and even won the prize. He put so much thought and heart into it, and he truly deserved the positive recognition and love it brought him.
Love you Dad, you are missed in every moment. Yet, you are still here with us.😇
Hey everyone, my dear friends, quick update from the heart.
I’m so sorry for my little quiet spell, and I deeply appreciate your patience with me. A few months ago, I lost my trusty iPhone 13 Pro. Oh, what a wonderful device it was, with its amazing camera and those easy editing features that made everything flow so smoothly. Even back then, I faced some challenges: there were echoes and background voices whenever I spoke with my son, who is the only person I usually talk to on the phone, unless I have an appointment which is rare due to my heightened sensitivity.
If you recall, my other phone (13 pro) stopped working the day I bumped my head during the summer. I had gotten dizzy from a vision I had while carrying Adree and Alex’s little pool party tray. I fell and hit the leg of the table. If you remember, I passed out briefly, and Adriel stayed by my side, using the phone to keep herself occupied until I came to. The screen burned out and went dark.
I upgraded to the iPhone 16 SE, and it’s been quite a hassle. Texts and calls from loved ones, like my wonderful best friend and my sweet son Noah, don’t always come through. Some text messages do arrive, but others don’t, and I’m missing calls left and right. I’ve lovingly checked “Do Not Disturb”, airplane mode, and made sure no one’s blocked, and everything looks good, but there’s a strange glitch getting in the way. I’ve even heard from some of you that you’ve texted me for weeks and I haven’t seen a thing. Please know I don’t understand what’s going on either, but I’m hopeful a new phone will help.
I’m not receiving notifications from social media either, so I’m checking messages manually across platforms. There are so many wonderful people, dear reader, and it’s a lot to jump between, some messages don’t even appear, which weighs on my heart.
I use this phone for my work, recording, filming, all the creative things I adore, and calls can disrupt knock me out of the recording, having to start all over. So, I’ve held back from sharing a new number, and asked everyone who dies have it, not to call rabdonly. Texts and calls have always pulled me out of my recordings. It’s a shame, but that’s how it’s been. I can’t afford to have to re-record a 90 minute reading 45 minutes in already. My schedule is too hectic. 
The traffic to my website has felt overwhelming, so I’ve kept my text box small to stay present with those who reach out. I’ve explained that I can’t take calls right now, so people text me at certain times to stay connected. I am ultra-sensitive to phone conversations anyhow, even with the kindest energy. I’m a bit older now and my capacity for it is gentler.
Even my lovely children know not to call me on the phone, but Noah is away with Lindsey. I treasure our nightly conversations, so we schedule a time to speak when he’s not visiting. If I don’t call, he calls me, but right now those calls aren’t even coming through. He thought I was mad at him for not answering, and I felt awful explaining that there’s something wrong with my phone.
I’m making do with this imperfect device for now. If you’ve been trying to reach me and it’s been crickets, please know it’s because of the phone.
On top of that, there are some website and classroom glitches: my students can’t move to the next lesson, even though I’ve cleared the hurdles with care. I’ll have my tech-savvy editor friend, a true blessing, look into it.
In the meantime, I’m pushing through with all the love I have to post as many videos as I can to keep things fresh and inspiring. I hope you’re enjoying them and feeling the warmth in every one.
I believe it’s better to post something, than nothing at all, especially when communication is imperfect.
After my father passed and Alexander was born, I went MIA online for a bit to focus on finishing readings, so I paused posting. I also wanted to give people time and space because some misunderstandings arose about my Facebook group and my motivation. I know some people were trying to push the wrong ideas. and again, messages that were supposed to go to one inbox, landed in another, making it hard for me to find where my friends were texting me. It’s happening the same way with my phone and for the life of me I cannot figure out what’s wrong.  I never intend to make anyone feel left out.
I don’t want anyone to feel out of the loop. It’s never intentional, and my heart aches when it seems otherwise. When one thing is fixed, something else can arise, but God is good. He always helps us find a better path, showering us with grace. And I’ve found a solution!
For now, I’m taking messages through my app (which I read with full attention), though there are many, so please bear with me as I get everything fixed. A kind friend offered to help with a new phone, and I’m grateful for that.
I’ll get everything back on track soon and keep our connections strong and full of love.
I’m truly sorry from the bottom of my heart for any mix-ups or frustration. I’m not ignoring anyone on purpose, ever. I can record again and hope to complete some sessions this week, including life coaching clients. I am also working on lessons, and Akasha readings which take a lot to provide, while working two days a week as a filing and data entry assistant at an office.
In the meantime, some notifications, calls, and messages may not connect.
I also want you to know I’ll have an October spell confirmation blog going up soon. Some orders were marked as fulfilled on the website, so please look for your numbers when it’s posted. If you’re due for an upgrade and considering the iPhone 16, please know I don’t recommend it. It’s been fraught with issues for me, and I’ve always had a knack for technology, yet this model hasn’t served me well. If you’re reading this, please don’t spend your money on the 16SE. be honest with you though, since it happens to me a lot, I’m starting to wonder if it’s someone messing around with my devices on the other end of the Internet, or if it’s just my psychic energy that disrupts everything. Talking about this in the “Beyond The Veil” YouTube series, I mentioned how I am a psychic conduit of energy, and it could be that I’m attracting too much of it that it’s interfering with my devices as well. But I think it might be a blend of both.
I should have my new phone tomorrow.
Thank you all for your loving support and understanding. I love you all tons.
It started with a simple conversation between me and my little girl, Adriel. We were talking about manifestation, the idea that our thoughts and wishes can shape our reality, and how wishes coming true isn’t just fairy-tale magic, but something deeper, tied to faith.
She looked up at me with those wide, curious eyes and asked, “If I send a wish to God, will it happen?” I smiled and told her that God answers our prayers, but not always in the way we expect, and sometimes on His own timeline. It’s all about trusting that He’s listening and knows what’s best. I love doing these little lessons with my children. I already know that the Lord is going to answer their wish for them each time, to show them that he’s real in their lives. Plus, they have me to ask him for them as well too. 
Inspired, Adriel wanted to put it to the test. I folded a paper airplane at her request, one for her and one for her brother Alexander. But it was Adriel who carefully scribbled her wishes on hers. She launched it into the air with all the hope a child can muster, sending her desires soaring toward the heavens. It didn’t fly up into the sky, but circled back around to her and landed back on the deck next to her feet. She felt so disappointed because God did not catch her paper airplane up into the sky that she thought he had not received her wishes. I reassured her, telling her that he knows what she’s asking for and to be faithful and just wait. This also included lessons in virtue, including having patience.
Life had been feeling a bit stifling lately. Between school starting up, my days as an office assistant twice a week, running errands, tending to the animals and family, cleaning the house, and trying to rebuild my business, there was barely a moment to breathe. I’d been hit with a powerful vision earlier in the week while driving with my son, adding to the swirl of energies pulling at me. We all needed a break, something fun and in the spirit of Halloween, but with finances tight, we were even counting change from the jar like we hadn’t in years, options felt limited.
Adriel’s first wish? To get out of the house and go somewhere exciting. And wouldn’t you know it, that wish unfolded beautifully. We were invited to a drive-through light show, where the characters synced perfectly with the music, lighting up the kids’ faces with joy.
Afterward, we stopped at Shane’s Confectionery, that historic candy shop in Philadelphia from 1863, treating them to some sweets. I try to keep sugar limited in their diets, so me and the kids decided against traditional trick-or-treating this year, they’ll just stroll around town in their costumes instead.
But this outing felt like a perfect gift, complete with a late lunch at a nearby restaurant decked out in full Halloween glory. It tied right into the lessons I’m teaching them about the autumn equinox, manifestation, and celebrating the end of the harvest season. The timing couldn’t have been more divine.
Her second wish was for Mommy to get a little extra money to help with the bills, something I often pray about myself as the month winds down. And the third? To find her lost iPad, the one thing that keeps her occupied when I’m buried in tasks. We’d searched high and low, checking the same spots over and over, but it was nowhere to be found. She was heartbroken.
Yet, after that paper airplane took flight, miracles started stacking up. Not only did we escape the house for those magical Halloween adventures, but the iPad mysteriously reappeared, and in one of those very spots we’d scoured multiple times! Adriel’s delight was palpable; she beamed, thanking God for making it “reappear” and for our Philadelphia journey. She wondered aloud why the financial wish hadn’t come through yet, but little did she know, God was already at work.
I sorted out some late bills and helped my mother a bit, she relies on a single VA check from my father’s widow support, which gets split with his ex-wife and has been reduced lately, leaving her stretched thin. Then, a small payment trickled in through my website business. It wasn’t a windfall, but it arrived just in time for gas money and a hand to my mom.
Everything we receive goes right back into caring for the family, saving for school, and keeping things afloat, but this felt like a direct answer.
Seeing her wishes manifest so quickly, bam, bam, bam, really strengthened Adriel’s belief. It showed her that when you have faith, the Lord is there, listening and responding. I’m grateful for these moments because as my kids grow, witnessing His work in their lives will build a foundation of trust.
But I also want them to understand faith even when prayers aren’t answered right away, or at all. Sometimes, God knows the right time, or that something else is better for us. These are the lessons unfolding as we go, one paper airplane at a time.
We’re gearing up for Halloween now, costumes in the works, a walk around town, maybe knocking on a few doors, but mostly heading to that neighbor’s house with the annual barbecue the kids adore. No overload of candy; if they’re indulging, it’ll be something special, like the candy from the old shop. In the end, it’s not just about the wishes coming true, it’s about the journey of belief that brings us closer as a family.
Spiritually Awkward 