For most of my life, my inner world was uncharted territory but a tragedy in 2014 inspired me to explore who I am at my core. I have spent nearly a decade healing, studying myself & doing the work necessary to grow into the person I desire to be.
This newsletter is intended to serve as a map for fellow evolution enthusiasts who are embarking on their own journey back home to Self. Our weekly reflections will leave you inspired, curious, & armed with transformative insights to support your growth & healing!
Until we consciously and intentionally go back for and heal the wounded child within us, we can only be a fragment of ourselves. And in my opinion, the least interesting, fun, brave, courageous, creative, or inspiring version, at that.
Life gets incredibly challenging at times, and moving sucks, but we have to keep on moving because life is constantly moving—and if we don’t move with it, we’ll surely get left behind.
Everything is always changing. Which makes it extremely ironic that change is one of the hardest things for a human being to do.
I wouldn't call myself anti-social but I am certainly anti-society and I quickly tire from interacting with people entranced by society's desires and ideas. This is why I keep to myself the vast majority of the time.
I could not even begin to understand what it means to be a mother. But what I can understand—and deeply empathize with—is the feeling of being trapped in a single identity and feeling forced to present only that identity to the world when, in reality, there's so much more to you than meets the eye.
Sex, for me, is no longer casual because the same intimacy that I feared in my teens and early twenties that led me to treat sex like a plaything is the same intimacy that I now crave, respect, and will hold in the highest regard if I'm blessed to fully experience it with another person.
I've never had a male best friend because, in my opinion, we can't be best friends without emotional intimacy—and in my experience, both emotions and intimacy are things that most men do their very best never to be caught experiencing, especially by other men.
Judgment Day is not someday—it's every day. And every day, we have the opportunity to be born again and to ascend into the highest, most beautiful, most joyful, most powerful, and most free versions of ourselves.
It seems to me that the whole “old and mature” thing us middle-aged people do is a bit of roleplay—a persona we project at work and in public to help perpetuate the conspiracy of age equating to maturity.
I was blessed with a really long fuse, so it takes quite a bit to get me to the point of explosive anger—but once that fuse has burned completely, there's a monster that comes out who I don't really recognize, appreciate, or enjoy.
I remember telling my mother that I was getting ready to pledge a fraternity and she, in her simple wisdom, said to me, "Why would you pay all this money just to let some boys beat on you?", which, in hindsight, was a GREAT question, lol.
I've been both the sufferer and the enjoyer of unfairness, and you likely have been too.
I have felt called to work with others one-on-one to help them become more conscious of themselves for many years but have been unable to embrace this calling due to wounds of unworthiness and limiting beliefs about myself and the world.
I'm exceptionally skilled at quitting—people, places, things, and especially jobs!
I'd much rather live my life on the edge, be caught tripping in my underwear, and be labeled as 'crazy' forever than conform to what a sick society believes is sane.
Money can only solve most of our problems—so long as we don't have enough of it. But once we do, we find ourselves with a new list of problems. A list of much harder problems to solve because you can't just throw money or objects or people at them to make them go away.
Self-hatred never originates within oneself but rather is a projection onto oneself from one's environment. In that sense, self-hatred is not hatred of the self at all—rather it is hatred of how the self is perceived.
52 weeks, 52 newsletters, and an average of over 3000 words per newsletter means that I've written over 150,000 words this year, which is honestly mind-boggling. Though, it's not length but depth that has made committing to this newsletter such a transformative process for me.
The spiritual journey, the journey of returning back home, is a journey of overcoming the ego, overcoming separation consciousness, and returning to Union with the Divine—our Father, our Mother, our Home.
There's so much more to having a 'stable' home than a mortgage and two people who claim to love each other.
This fire not only destroyed my home, it also destroyed my world.
I left home in South Carolina and don’t come back often—not because I don’t love and value my family, but because I crave room to grow.
Pain is a fact of life–a tool of life that helps guide us in the direction of our deepest fulfillment because what pain is at its core is a call to make ourselves whole again.
While we are all celestial beings, just like the Sun, we are also human beings—and human beings are emotional creatures. So, while I hope that, just like the Sun, you'll continue to shine even without acknowledgment for your efforts, I completely understand why that might be hard to do.
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