You’re the only one coming to save you. That’s individuation: taking up your own cross— Joseph Campbell's verbiage borrowing from the Christian tradition, and bear the weight of you and your lineages' transgressions, ‘the sins of your fathers’.

As a medium, I have seen time and time again, we often reincarnate back into the same family systems, the same lineages. So truly, the ‘sins of our fathers’ are just own our past life karmas being worked out over and over.

A carousel of hell really (kidding, sort of).

You can always visit but you can never return.

A client in this life couldn’t shake a constant feeling of dread. I traced it back to a lifetime where her father — the same father in both lives — had been killed, and her mother in that life, while pregnant, got into the body of water he was dying in. Being in her mother’s womb, the energy from his death, and the blood from the water, permeated into the womb, shifting her development and feeling tone from that moment on.

Being in her energy, I told her, felt like being in crisis or to going through a divorce 24/7.

Listen to me, you cannot create a different outcome than what present and past you have already experienced, unless future you becomes a real person that you have a real relationship with. How do you do that? You do not identify with your present cirumstance; because it is not you. Its merely a circumstance until the universe brings you what you’ve been working toward.

I had never thought of having intuition as something that had ever brought me “luck.” I’d go so far as to say it’s brought me nothing but turmoil and distress. Until recently, when I’ve finally allowed it to be an asset. My ego, burned and bruised from ignoring what I wasn’t so sure that I knew, now more readily drops the sword of reason and just accepts: I just be knowing things.

‘Blood is thicker than water’ is systematic complicity. It’s brilliant. Banking on you swearing your allegiance and staying right where you fucking are.

I did not find ghosts in my origin story. I found a soul that refused to be complicit.

A soul that was fucking hell bent on obliterating my defenses. plunging forward into kerosene, a lit match between their teeth.

This bitch has no mercy.

This bitch is me.

Each time I’m come across NPD in the etheteric, I’m met with a hollowness and a coldness. But to say they’re cold is giving to much of a descriptor. It’s rather a lack of warmth, a sensation of nothingness.

A void.

There is an animating force, with it’s less coming from within, but rather, only embodying the body’s first layer. I don’t sense anything beneath the surface. It’s truly eerie.

It appears they have impulses, not choices.

And when faced with responsibility for their generally shitty behavior- they go completely blank. BLANK. Somehow the void is able to become even more still, even more silent. Like a snake lying in wait.

I can see where the software for social and emotional accountability and respect would be, but its as if it’s been ripped out or gutted. Exposed, dead wiring, where there should be a pulse.

4 . If you want me to spy on a love interest or current partner.

Listen, I can do this. But I won’t do this. One, it puts me in a very uncomfortable energetic frequency. Spying on someone—whether in the 3D or the 5D—is super invasive and super creepy. And anything that feels creepy is not a clean or stable frequency to read from.

Spirit will always guide you toward clarity, but will not be an accomplice in building a case against a loved on.

And realistically—what are you going to do with that information?

“Hey, my psychic medium remote viewed you cheating on me.” ?

If they didn’t have reason to call you crazy before, they definitely will then.

An entire year had passed and I had released the jealous, unreliable connections in my locale (you know, the people too busy to preoccupied to pick me up at the airport)..

I was lonely, having released all this dead weight, but not replacing it. I’m still lonely, but still, I would rather be alone and lonely than be guilted, shamed, and asked to accept relationship dynamics that that do not work for me—relationships that would require me to be dead for it to be sustained.

Every time I’m called a bitch, a psychopath, or a narc, I beam inside. I’ve come so far. I love that I’ve developed the intrinsic confidence that allows me to enjoy my life more seemlessly. I’ve come so far from a life and lifestyle that was strictly characterized by me placing my needs second, third… always last.

And mind you, I’ve always felt that true intrinsic reward and self-confidence will always read as arrogance to people who haven’t done the work to earn it.

these beings, unbound by time and space, adamantly protest to referred to as Dead. Vehemently. Unapologetically. It does not resonate. Often, they feel more alive than they did in their earthly incarnation.

I do have a perfect tendency to unknowingly put myself in the right place right time. I’ve been shown I was impart designed in this way, light and floating just above the surface of the earth, so that I would be easily influenced by energy and light forces to be where I need to be. It’s that amazing? Weaponizing my air-headedness. I love it.

Doing in order to produce limits our capacity.

You cannot hold while doing.

You hold while being.

While doing produces stability,

Being allows abundance.