Spiritual Diva Spills The Tea

I thought working with only women was going to be like that movie, Coyote Ugly. After hours the lights are dimmed low. We exchange our unflattering silk polo shirts for tight leopard print or faux leather pants, and dance on the counters throwing money around. I had high hopes, but every stereotype about groups of women came true instead. Imagine my disappointment when I realized early on that this wasn't going to be my Steel Magnolia's moment. I am going to share an innermost secret with you. For many years I've longed to be a part of a women's only club. I see these movies like Hustlers (don't judge me!) and think my girl tribe is out there somewhere, but the fact of the matter is women aren't anymore evolved than men. We all share this 3D reality, and it's uncomfortable for every single one of us. We don't see a ton of positive female role models in any form or fashion. What is popular, what makes a woman successful in our society currently, really is...

I've been praying for a Tower Moment for nearly a decade. A Spiritual catastrophe that changes the course I'm on, pushing me so fully into alignment that I no longer recognize my life, myself, or the people around me. Have you ever felt so trapped by the four walls of your bedroom, your past choices, and the state you live in, that life feels too mundane to bear? And an early ending doesn't seem like the worst solution to your problems? Because to go on trapped, barely thriving, living your life for others is somehow a much worse option. I'm seeking a tribe that feels like family, but being that I have yet to fully honor my calling, I keep finding myself living a lie. I am surrounded by people who love me, but only on a surface level. They can see you cry, and they don't move to wipe the tears that threaten to ruin your meticulously applied black winged eyeliner. It all feels a bit cold, and all I want now is warmth. I've been standing in the rain for far too lo...

Jacob lived in Arizona. He came to me, a boy about the age of five, wearing a red t-shirt. By the end of his visit I was sobbing myself to sleep. My heart felt as if it were broken. I was experiencing what his mother was/is going through as she grieves the loss of her child.  He relayed his death to me in images, using his words, and through incredibly strong feelings. Jacob died in an accidental drowning while his mother used her cellphone nearby. The imagery of trees and dirt, and a fairly mediocre sized waterfall played out in my mind as if a motion picture were rolling. Every detail clear as day, even though now lost forever to the passing of time. Energy is strange like that when you're a psychic. You have the unique ability to grasp onto what is lost to others with dimmer senses.  He was in good spirits, but a little concerned over his mothers emotional well being. He showed me that he had fallen into the water. He showed me the search for his little body, and the moment...