The Healer’s Paradox

I am not pure light.I am the flame and the smoke it makes. I have rage in my ribs,anxiety in my bloodstream,old grief that still knows my name.I shake.I scream.I ache in places prayer hasn’t reached yet. And still,my hands heal. They tell us healers should be soft saints,untouched by shadow,but the brighter the light,the...

When ‘not belonging’ is not a wound

Understanding exclusion through design, not self-blame For a long time, I believed that recurring feelings of exclusion, not belonging, and disconnection were core wounds I needed to heal. Inner work, attachment repair, and nervous system regulation have been important parts of my life. But over time, I realized something that shifted everything. Not everything that...

Crumbling

The greater your purpose, the harder your path. The brighter your light, the darker your shadows. I've heard these again and again. However, as a numerological 9 dominant being, I am constantly disappointed in the world around me, particularly in its refusal to choose humanity over egotistically dominated, manipulative victories. What do you mean, you...

Binaural beats and the healing language of frequency

Sound is one of the oldest medicines known to humanity. Before words and thought, there was vibration. Every cell in the human body responds to sound, and every emotion carries its own frequency. When rhythm, tone, and intention merge, they have the power to recalibrate the mind and nervous system. Binaural beats are a modern...

Beneath the golden light

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGjJn_QNXEs The wheat fields stretched before me, golden stalks swaying gently in the breeze, their soft tips kissed by the late afternoon sun. It was autumn - those few days between the warmth of summer fading and the crispness of winter making itself known. The air smelled of earth and sweetness, of fallen leaves and...

The immortal sanctum of shared womanhood

There is a quiet alchemy that pulses between women, a force so ancient and profound it weaves through our souls like a river of light. It is in the way we speak without words, the way we touch and hold and share, the way our laughter rings with a knowing that only we can hear....

Giving beyond this realm

Who said giving is limited to this realm? Through words or actions? Giving, in reality, is through feeling. Through energy. Through thoughts. In letting divine forces use your body and mind as an instrument to carry out what is due, so your loved ones can be catapulted into cleaner slates, canceled out karmic obligations, deeper...

how I aspire to love you

You temporarily made a taker out of me - but that only happened cause I could only find your heart when you were giving. On 18th September 2024, you thanked me - you thanked me for taking care of you and my entire being froze. What? I thought to myself. I have not been able...

To the girl in the mirror

You've been running from me lately, more than you usually do... why? You know why - I couldn't bear to face the girl who's the source of pain and fear for her beloved. I haven't been able to embody my light - and while my equation with you was always as elusive as droplets on...

Risky vulnerability

I never cared much for pretending. I cannot pretend, it isn't something that comes easy or naturally to me. Those who do pretend against what their heart holds, baffle me, they feel minacious. Now there are all these notions about pretending I'm all okay, I'm better off; I'm told to pretend like my life, dignity...