Spiritual Gals Place Akashic Records

10/21/2025

When you grow up female, danger is everywhere.” — Virginia Giuffre.

I wish that weren’t true. I wish it had become less true. But I feel the weight of it deeply.
Hearing men and younger men speak with such vile contempt for women — saying she deserved it, she was asking for it — is sickening. The language they use is not just crude; it’s violent. It’s dehumanizing.
It’s heartbreaking to witness. Their parents have failed them. Society has failed them. And that failure must be named and held accountable.
These men speak like they hate women. And I wonder — do the women in their lives know how deeply that hatred runs? I WILL ALWAYS CHOOSE THE BEAR!

10/13/2025

Wishing you a joyful Thanksgiving! I’m thankful for my loved ones, for the friendships that sustain me, and for this incredible country I chose to be born in. Grateful doesn’t even begin to cover it. 🇨🇦

10/13/2025

💀🕸️She didn’t come to haunt—she came to reign.
This isn’t your average pumpkin patch princess. She’s the bone-bedecked oracle of October, crowned in decay, draped in dusk, and ready to hex anyone who forgets the power of the harvest.

🌹Black blooms for forgotten truths
🎃Jack-o’-lantern grins for secrets kept
🕯️Burlap veils for the veil that thins

10/04/2025

The Akashic Records hold more than memory—they cradle the soul’s story.
Not just what was, but what could be.
Each breath, each ache, each joy etched in energetic ink.
We are not forgotten—we are recorded in light.
Butterflies rise from our pages,
carrying whispers of who we’ve been and who we’re becoming.
This is the book that never closes.
This is the truth that never fades.🦋✨

09/28/2025

Each crystal angel holds a whisper from the divine. In this sacred space, I channel the wisdom of the Akashic Records and the gentle guidance of celestial allies. Come sit with your soul—your ancestors are listening, and your angels are ready to speak.”
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09/20/2025

Roots don’t just anchor—they remember.
And when they bloom, they whisper legacy into the wind.”
In memory of Robert Redford (1936–2025)
May the blossoms he planted continue to inspire.

09/16/2025

The ancestors stir.
Those who bled to keep fascism buried now tremble in the soil.
We honoured a N**i in our national house.
Not by accident. Not in ignorance.
With applause.
This isn’t just embarrassment—it’s desecration.
A betrayal of every soul who stood against tyranny, dictatorship, genocide.
They didn’t die for this.
They didn’t resist for this.
And they sure as hell didn’t roll over in their graves to clap.
















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09/14/2025

Among the whispering trees, every path is a choice—each step a page in the Akashic Records, waiting to be written by the soul that dares to walk it.

09/14/2025

🌿Sanctuary of the Unseen🌿
I ascend to my temple in the sky,
where impatiens bloom like quiet resilience,
and geraniums hold the memory of joy in their crimson folds.
Echinacea stands tall—medicine of the ancestors—
while dusty miller drapes silver over the edges,
like moonlight blessing the boundaries I’ve drawn.

This is not a place for those who trample softness.
This is not a place for those who confuse access with invitation.
The air here is sacred—clear, fragrant, unburdened.
It carries only what honours me.

Stone Buddhas sit in stillness,
guarding the breath between moments.
They do not speak, but they remember.
And so do I.

I water what I’ve planted,
and what I’ve planted protects me.
This garden is not just alive—it is aware.
It knows who belongs, and who does not.

09/14/2025

09/13/2025

✨Surround yourself with people who make you hungry for life, touch your heart, and nourish your soul.✨

In the Akashic Records—the energetic library of every soul’s journey—our connections are never random. The ones who awaken our spirit, stir our emotions, and elevate our essence are often soul contracts written long before we met.

They’re the ones who remind us who we truly are.
They reflect the light we sometimes forget we carry.
They help us remember our purpose.

📖Every moment shared, every laugh, every tear—it’s all part of the sacred script.

So honor those who feel like home.
They’re not just part of your story.
They’re part of your soul’s evolution.