In times like these, sovereignty is not a luxury. It is a necessity. We are living in a moment where the world is asking for our attention constantly, pulling at our emotions, our opinions, and our nervous systems. The volume is high, the pace is fast, and the pressure to react can feel relentless. Without sovereignty, it becomes easy to mistake overwhelm for awareness...   To stay rooted is to remain anchored in the present moment, in the body, and in what is actually within

So here I am, about to have surgery on my dominant arm. The left one. The arm that has stirred the pots as a chef, held the babies, carried the tools, directed the firehose, led CPR on a down Soul, score lacrosse goals, and blocked others, lead me through battle fields, blessed Souls, held my Love, and written the words that seem to flow straight from somewhere higher. It is strange, knowing that this part of me, the one that has always led the dance, is about to be still f

We are taught to look for war in uniforms, borders, and explosions. But the most consequential wars rarely announce themselves so loudly. They slip in quietly through distraction, distortion, and division. They unfold in the spaces between thoughts, in the stories we tell ourselves, and in the fears we are encouraged to carry. What we are living through now is not only geopolitical tension. It is a Spiritual conflict. A war for attention. A war for truth. A war for identity.

Our hope for All... That we do more than simply survive the holiday season like weary travelers clutching gift receipts and caffeine. That we wander through it with a little holy curiosity, as if something quietly magical might happen at any moment. Because it might... This season feels like a threshold, a charged pause in the air, where memory and possibility bump into each other like old friends who forgot why they stopped talking. Even the smallest moments can shimmer with

Dear Michael, the Love of my Life and Life of my Love~ You are the ultimate epitome of the way to love at the deepest level. And while I know that I would have eventually ended up where I am with us, you accelerated that process through your unconditional love.  I have read your letter slowly, the way one reads something sacred. I let it move through me, settle, and echo. Not because I needed convincing, but because your words articulate something that is usually lived far be

My parents Loved me as they could, because I was their child. My grandparents Loved me because I was their grandchild. My children Love me because I am their Father. My friends Love me because of how I show up in their world. And still I find myself asking a deeper question. Who Loves me simply because I exist? Each of those connections holds a particular view of me that is touched by expectation or history or some form of inherited perspective. But you, Victoria, my Gravity

The holiday season arrives with its familiar glow. Storefronts shine with decorations, music follows us through every aisle, and the rhythm of commercial Christmas wraps itself around our days. This time of year carries a promise of joy, yet it is remarkably easy to drift into the world of wanting more, buying more, and feeling frustrated over the smallest disruptions to our comfort. We feel irritated when the mall is too crowded to move through easily. We grumble when the in

This weeks blog is not one that has fallen from the thought lines of my mind. And at the same time it is the greatest lesson I have ever tried to live, And I have been working at it for years. Though, some days it is as if I have integrated this lesson to the plank scale of my Soul. Other days I am on the opposite end of the spectrum. The balance of shadow and light becomes a dark truth when we realize the shadow is not outside of us, but within us. Hence, learning the balanc

There are countless cultures and civilizations moving through the vastness of creation, and many of them have touched this planet since the earliest dawn of human memory. It has never been only the Light Bringers who came to assist. We are simply one lineage among many. Others arrived with their own reasons, their own intentions, their own stories woven into the fabric of Earth. Most who visit come to lift humanity, to expand your awareness, to help you remember what has been

Sometimes people enter your life and something inside you shifts before a single word is spoken. It is not logic that recognizes them, it is your Soul remembering. You can feel it in the stillness between breaths, a subtle stirring that whispers, pay attention, this one matters.  They are not here by chance. They are the living reflections of lessons your Spirit asked to learn. These Souls come in many forms. A fleeting stranger whose presence reawakens hope. A friend who bec

You are born with the quiet knowing that as long as you can hide within the warmth of the tribe, you can whisper, “I don’t know why this is happening to me. ”And in that whisper lies permission to stay the same. To hold still in your patterns, untouched by the fire of change. You build your own sanctuary of innocence, a spiritual pardon that says, “I didn’t know better, so I cannot be held accountable.” But one day, the soul grows restless with that story. It begins to knock

We are the Earth Angels ~ Living with a Child's Innocence. Of all the gifts given to us Earth Angels in a world asleep in illusion, some of us were never meant to fit in. I was not designed to blend with the masses or to accept the lies passed down through systems, religions, and traditions. There has always been a fire inside me, a sacred flame that refuses to be extinguished. To be an Earth Angel does not mean to be privileged. It means to be tested. It means to walk thro

We are living in times where deception can feel almost invisible... Scripture has long warned us about leaders and voices who appear righteous but act in self-interest. Jesus said in Matthew 7:15 that false prophets come in sheep’s clothing but inwardly are ferocious wolves. Over the last ten months, the choices and actions at the highest levels have shown how easily appearances can mislead, how promises of protection, prosperity, or unity can serve only a few, while the re

Hold the courage of a five year old wearing a Batman t-shirt. We stand at the turning of an age. The old world is exhaling its final illusions, and the truth that once hid beneath layers of control begins to emerge. What feels like chaos is not the end, but the cleansing. Time is not unraveling against us, it is opening within us, asking that we see through what we once believed and remember what we always knew. For ages humanity has chosen separation. We turned from the na

As the number of times I have traveled around the sun, moves further from zero, I notice that the edges of certainty begin to blur. What...

The Frequency of Love... According to the research of Dr. David Hawkins, author of Power vs. Force , "one individual who vibrates to the...

The following piece I wrote during our current Presidents first term. This was originally written as a Spoken Word piece. I know I am...

The Choice is yours, and yours alone... In a world of duality, where free will moves through everything, Chaos is inevitable. Each...

The vessel of relationship... In spirituality, it all begins with desire. Not knowledge, not discipline, not ritual. Desire. Without it,...

Reflections of the truth... Mirrors are curious things. They show us an image, yet so often that image is not truth. They can lift us or...