Kavi Apoha

05/08/2025

04/08/2025

🌟 Our Friends at QFFC Just Dropped Something Sacred…
If you’ve ever felt like you were falling apart instead of waking up—this is for you.
“The Sacred Unbecoming” isn’t your typical sermon.
It’s a reclamation. A remembering. A holy welcome home.

⚡️ Messy. Molten. Magnetic.
🕊️ A soft place for the edge-walkers, the unmasked mystics, and the ones learning to live out loud.

Now live on YouTube — don’t miss it.
🎥https://youtu.be/wrBYuxU8EY8?si=QyMhaI89LqvD7w35

03/08/2025

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT6UHXXP8/

Check out Reality Check My Life’s post.

26/07/2025

https://www.kaviapoha.com/post/thank-you-for-protecting-me-a-love-letter-to-my-shadow

And in it, I saw not monsters, but guardians. Every maladaptive behavior I had tried to suppress had been protecting something sacred inside me—something small, tender, and afraid. These parts weren’t my failures. They were my body’s best attempt at safety, crafted with brilliance under pressu...

26/07/2025

https://www.kaviapoha.com/post/when-the-wound-becomes-the-brand-a-call-for-integrity-in-the-healing-space

A coach. A healer. A practitioner. Someone who has had it all. The marriage. The six-figure business. The best-selling book. The glossy accolades. And then one day, they shatter. They walk away from it all, cracked open by betrayal, burnout, or some long-ignored ache that finally split them wide.

26/07/2025

https://www.kaviapoha.com/post/choosing-love-amidst-the-chaos-a-revolution-of-the-heart-1

This is not an unattainable dream. It is a choice—one that can be made in the quiet spaces of our lives, in our families, in our communities, in our conversations. It starts with small moments, and those moments ripple outward.

26/07/2025

https://www.kaviapoha.com/post/_____

Soul families don’t always look like blood. They don’t always follow neat lines. But sometimes, we are gifted with a living echo—a rare chance to re-weave the tapestry. To love better. To see clearer. To forgive more fully.

26/07/2025

https://www.kaviapoha.com/post/when-you-wake-up-feeling-like-you-were-jumped-in-your-sleep-a-soul-doula-s-take-on-psychic-residue

You are not here to be a landfill for other people’s pain. You are not required to bleed in your sleep for a world that won't hold itself accountable. You are here to heal—but not to hemorrhage.

19/07/2025

This isn’t a list of demands.
It’s a sacred invitation.
A declaration of devotion, sovereignty, and readiness.
I don’t want to fix you. I want to build with you.
No pedestals. No projects. No pretending.

If this lands, you already know why.
Read it like a prayer.
Share it like a beacon.
Save it like a vow.

🕯️ The temple is lit. Let the right ones find their way.

17/07/2025

I said what I said.

This one’s not for the soft-steppers or the drama-loopers.
It’s for the brave ones. The fed-up ones. The finally ready ones.

You can only monologue about your misery for so long before someone (hi) calls you out and calls you forward.

If you want a rescue, call 911.
If you want resurrection?
🕯️ Sit your ass down — I’ve got candles and questions.

👇 Read the blog below if you’re ready to drop the act and own your power.

But if you’re still in love with your pain? Still married to the drama? Still addicted to applause for your suffering?

16/07/2025

🔧 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗚𝘆𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝘆 𝗪𝗮𝘆 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲
(𝑨 𝑺𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒘 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔)

I wasn’t given a blueprint.
I didn’t get handed a map, a manual, or a model for what thriving could look like.

I was born to parents who didn’t know how to dream — because dreaming was never a safe or supported option for them.
So they couldn’t teach it to me.
Not because they didn’t love me…
But because they never had it to give.

So I became my own compass.
My own architect.
My own damn spiritual Swiss Army knife.

I’ve lived my whole life like MacGyver:
No clear instructions
No real backup

Just intuition, resourcefulness, resilience…
… and the quiet refusal to quit — mostly because I didn’t even know quitting was an option.

I’ve MacGyvered my way in, out, and through:
Crisis after crisis
Loss after loss
Rebirth after rebirth

And still, I rise. Not polished, not perfect — but 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 in the most sacred, duct-taped kind of way.

🧭 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗽:

Just know — your brilliance isn’t defined by what you were given. It’s revealed in what you 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 from nothing.

You, too, are holy in your improvisation.

16/07/2025

💩 Sacred Sharts & Soul Service: A Story I Didn’t Plan to Tell (But Definitely Needed To)

Okay, y’all… this one’s a little messy — literally.
This morning, in the middle of rushing to walk the dog and sweep the floor, I trusted a fart... and it betrayed me. 😳

Now, before you scroll away thinking “TMI,” hear me out — because Spirit absolutely hijacked that moment to deliver a sacred (and hilarious) teaching I didn’t know I needed.

Sometimes your body becomes the preacher.
Sometimes p**p becomes the prophecy.
And sometimes the lesson is this:

👉 Don’t clean the world before you clear yourself.

I turned the whole thing into a soulful teaching moment — wrapped in honesty, humor, and a little humility. Click through to read the full post. It’s funny. It’s real. And you just might see your own sacred mess in it too.
👇
https://www.kaviapoha.com/post/sacred-sharts-soul-service-a-teaching-on-prioritizing-your-own-needs

Even though I thought I’d already “cleared” — physically and emotionally — my system knew there was residual energy still stuck, something unprocessed, or maybe even something I picked up overnight from the collective.