Category: Awakening & Healing

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A Sacred Shift

Today, I made a small change that holds deep meaning.

I decided to stop calling this space a blog… and start calling it what it truly is—a journal. Not a place for polished posts or finished thoughts, but a living, breathing archive of my journey. A place to honor the moments that rise, layer by layer, as I continue to awaken and remember.

There’s something sacred about documenting in real time. Letting the pages reflect the unfolding, the whispers, the revelations—not the conclusions. So from this day forward, I’m letting go of the pressure to present and choosing instead… to witness.

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This is my journal of remembrance.

A space where I return to moments I once moved past too quickly… where I sit with the visions, whispers, and sacred echoes that have followed me all my life. Some I understood at the time. Most, I didn’t. But now I see: I’ve always been awakening.

This journal isn’t a guide or a teaching.
It’s a living archive of my journey—layered, unfolding, real. A place where I let the pages hold what Love is revealing… in its own timing, in its own way.

What I share here reflects my current understanding—but I hold it all with open hands. Because I have the right to grow. The right to shift. The right to release what once felt like truth as deeper insight comes.

Daily, I am remembering.
Daily, I am awakening.

What you’ll find here are glimpses—of wonder, of wrestling, of clarity, of becoming. And if something speaks to you as you read, may you receive what’s meant for your journey.

We each awaken in our own way, in our own time.
All I ask is that this space remains sacred—
a non-judgment zone where every path is honored, and Love has room to meet us wherever we are.

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Piercing the Veil

Seventeen years ago (2008), something happened that I didn’t fully understand at the time.

I was in my living room—my youngest son was probably around three years old—and I slipped into that quiet, deep space… the kind where time seems to pause. All of a sudden, I had a vision, I saw a veil. And then I watched as it ripped in two, from top to bottom.

At the time, I filtered it through what I knew—I thought of the scripture that says the veil was torn. But today… today I realize it was something more.

It was me.

My consciousness was piercing the veil, even then. Even without words. Even without knowing what to call it. I was already remembering.

I’ve had so many moments like that—experiences I couldn’t fully explain, so I just labeled them and moved on. But lately, as I’ve been writing my story and letting the layers unfold, these memories are rising again… and this time, I’m not rushing past them. I’m leaning in, pausing and listening.

Just the other day, I came across the phrase “the veil of forgetting” while exploring the Law of One. And something in me lit up. That phrase reached into a part of my soul I didn’t even know was still holding onto that memory. In a split second, I was back in that living room. I could see the space. Feel the stillness. And I remembered.

I remembered the 29-year-old version of me who saw the veil tear—long before she had language to explain what it meant.

And now, all these years later, I realize that my awakening didn’t start in 2015 when I heard, “Follow Me.” It didn’t even start in June of that year when I heard, “I will reveal truth little by little because if I gave it to you all at once, it would kill you.”

No—my awakening has been happening all along. From the moment I entered this world. From the moments I knew things no child could’ve known. From the whispers I heard and the visions I saw without understanding.

I’ve always been awakening.

Not in a straight line. Not all at once. But in layers. In love. In divine timing. And now I’m choosing to document it—not as a polished blog, but as a journal of sacred remembrance. A living archive of what Love is unfolding in me.

No more trying to perfect it. No more rushing to understand it through the lens of what I’ve known. No more filtering sacred experiences through logic or trying to make sense of them too quickly.

Instead, I’m choosing to sit with what arises. To allow Love to unfold the deeper meaning in divine timing. To let each moment speak for itself—without assumptions, without rushing, without boxes.

Just listening…

Just honoring…

Because the truth is:

I’ve been remembering all along.

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The Journey Back to Myself

For far too long, I’ve shrunk myself to fit into boxes that were never meant for me—boxes shaped by other people’s expectations, comfort zones, and opinions. I’ve silenced my voice to keep the peace, softened my edges to be more “acceptable,” and dimmed my light so others wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. But something in me has shifted. I’m no longer willing to live that way.

This awakening isn’t just about one area of my life. It touches everything. There comes a moment when you realize just how much of your life has been lived trying to appease others. And while I don’t believe in being unkind or thoughtless, I also believe there comes a time when we must stop abandoning ourselves to maintain harmony that doesn’t actually serve us or others.

Every time I said yes to something that dishonored me, I was saying no to myself. I was subtly and consistently telling myself that I don’t matter as much. That everyone else’s comfort, opinion, and validation came first.

But not anymore.

I’m not arrogant for setting a standard. I’m aligned. I’m not selfish for choosing myself. I’m whole.

This shift is not about dishonoring others—I’ll never stop honoring others, because love is the very essence of who I am. But now, I’m also learning to honor myself. I can hold love for others and still refuse to shrink. I can walk in kindness without walking all over my truth.

This season is asking for more of me—the real me. It’s not a season of shrinking. It’s a season of expansion. I’m being called to make room for the woman I’ve always been but was too afraid to let her rise.

And I’m learning that if a space, a relationship, a dynamic, or a system can’t hold room for that version of me—the one who knows her worth and refuses to negotiate it—then it’s simply not meant to come along. And that’s okay.

I’m choosing peace. I’m choosing truth. I’m choosing me.

This is my journey back to myself.

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From Striving to Flow: Finding Freedom in Being

Hey friends,

Today, I just want to share a bit of what’s been on my heart. Over the past week, I’ve been reflecting on why I’ve felt so weary—why the pouring out on social media for the month of February has left me feeling so low. And I think I’m starting to see it more clearly.

In February, I started posting my self-love journey on social media, which started out as being for myself—to dig deeper into loving the woman I’ve become. But somewhere along the way, my motives shifted. I found myself wanting to grow, to gain followers, to see the fruit of all that effort. When I didn’t, the weight of disappointment hit me hard. MY DOING produced NOTHING (which I’m glad that it didn’t because it taught me a lesson). And that’s when the fatigue set in—not just physical tiredness, but a soul-level exhaustion.

I listened to a podcast today by Aaron Abke and Kyle Cease titled Effort Doesn’t Work Anymore. As I listened, I felt something inside me exhale—like a reminder that all the striving, all the doing, isn’t where life comes from.

It’s Presence.

Not presence in the sense of simply being in a room, but Presence with a capital P—the kind where you’re rooted and grounded in Love, fully aware of your connection to something bigger and greater than yourself. When I was in that state of being, words flowed effortlessly, reflections poured out, and everything felt alive. It wasn’t forced or scripted—it was simply the overflow of being in tune with Love, with Spirit.

But somewhere along the way, I slipped back into old patterns—striving, doing, trying to make things happen in my own strength. And that’s where the frustration was coming from. Because my soul was never meant to strive. Neither was yours.

That deep fatigue, the frustration you might feel at times—that could be your soul’s way of saying, This isn’t where you’re meant to live. It could be Love inviting you to return to the flow, to Presence, to being.

I wrote this in my journal today:

“Have you ever felt as if you were created for MORE? That deep knowing and burning inside that there must be more to where I am currently—more to who I am than my current truth or understanding? I believe that is my higher self trying to get my attention—to get me to notice, dig deeper, or awaken to the truth of who Love created me to be.”

Maybe that’s what’s been pulling at you too—the longing to live from being instead of doing, from flow instead of striving. And maybe that’s why the old ways of doing aren’t working anymore.

So, here’s to returning to Presence. To living from being. To letting Love lead.

If you’ve been feeling that pull too—let’s walk this out together. You’re not alone. ♡

—LaShawn