Tag: Awakening & Transformation

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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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Peace & Love Intertwined

I remember when quiet time in the morning felt like an obligation—like something I had to do to prove my devotion. It carried pressure, expectation, and duty. “Give God your first,” they said. And while I understood the intent, it often felt forced, like a demand rather than an invitation.

But now? Now, when I wake and settle into meditation, reflection, and gratitude, I do it not because I must, but because I get to. I do it because it feels like loving myself well. Because in stillness, I am met with Love. In quiet, I am held by Peace. In presence, I am reminded of the depth of who I am and who Love is within me.

It no longer feels like a struggle, a box to check, or a sacrifice to prove my faithfulness. It is a rhythm of grace, a space where Love meets me, where I get to simply be—with Love, in Love, and as Love.

And isn’t that the truth of it? Love is never demanding. Love is never transactional. Love simply is.

I used to think that God needed my time in a certain way, at a certain hour, with a certain posture. But the truth is, Love has never been about performance. Love is always about presence. And when I sit in the quiet, I realize that all of it—meditation, reflection, gratitude, peace—is already rooted in Love. Even in the busyness of life—work, cooking, traffic, dinners, and outings, whether alone or surrounded by family and friends—Love is always here, steady and present.

I don’t have to strive to be in Love’s presence. I already am.

And in this, I remember—Jesus, the Prince of Peace, left us His peace. A peace that flows, not as the world gives, but as Love freely offers. A peace that is steady, unwavering, and whole. A peace that is not earned but received.

I remember the moment I felt Love—really felt it. Back in 2016, when I asked Papa (God) to experience His love, and it came crashing over me in waves. By the third day, I thought my heart would burst. And Love whispered, “This doesn’t even touch the surface of how much I love you.”

That Love has marked me. That Love has changed me. That Love is within me.

And that is the Love I long to pour out into the world—to my husband, my children, my grandchildren, my family, my friends, the strangers I meet along the way. I want the essence of my life to scream LOVE. Because there is so much pain in this world, and people need to know—really know—how deeply, how endlessly, how wholly they are loved.

And so, I begin my day in Love. Not because I have to. But because Love is who I am. And more than anything, Love is the legacy I want to leave behind.

1. How has your perspective on spending time with Love (God) shifted over the years? Do you approach it as an obligation or an invitation?

2. In what ways can you cultivate more presence in your daily life, recognizing that Love is always with you?

3. What kind of legacy do you want to leave behind?