05/24/2026
Yesterday I was feeling so much anger, because my family, under no control of our own, had to uproot again and move into another home.
The night before we attended a anticipated event that unfortunately due to rain, 20 years in its making had to move to another location that caused barely the numbers of attendance and left our hopes deflated.
It didnt matter that a man who suffered with much pain, was joyful when he instantly felt his pain release.
I was still burdened with the heaviness my family was carrying and I was carrying for them.
Not even two months in Tennessee, as we left our Florida home, our church healing center of 3 acres, did we have to move again.
And because of legal ramifications, I am not at liberty at such time to share in great depth the fullness of our story.
But it cost us greatly, more than just our silence that I wielded away by the stroke of my pen, believing that I was creating a better way forward for my family.
My daughter and I ended up in the E.R. with fever chills, puss filled tonsils and swollen glands during our move with what the doctors couldnât explain was occurring, other than to call it a bacteria or viral infection.
And me already knowing what it is. I cant say because I binded my family to silence and to speak the truth would legally and financially ruin us.
My husband now, because of the two moves we physically endured in one month, pushed his body beyond its limits to move our belongings, our business equipment, which took three loaded 26ft U-Hauls and three days, with the four of us moving from morning to night.
We exhausted ten thousand dollars of our life savings to make the move with all the fees we paid. We physically exerted ourselves beyond limits and jeopardized our physical health.
We missed two big pop-up events we paid for and were holding the fort down at a new event in the pouring rain.
My frustration, my anger, my disappointment in society itself was escalating in ferocity.
I couldn't believe that after everything I did to protect and cushion my family into the smoothest transition, that uncaring people who sought to line their pockets over doing the âright thingâ triumphed over us.
How can darkness be given so much power to hurt and dismiss others?
A woman who approached us, saying that she was in pain, wanted to know about our pain relief oils.
I began telling her about them, showing her all of the incredible testimonies of our long-time supportive customers over the years.
I asked if she wanted a demonstration, in which she said, âNo, I donât do massage.â
âIt isnât massage. Itâs just me rubbing the oil where your pain exists.â
I asked her, âHow can you know it works if you arenât open to being shown how it works?â
She then asked the question as so many do, often to justify their diversion
âHow much is it?â
I already knew she couldnt afford it
Not because she couldnt.
But because she hadn't placed herself as a priority to be afforded to
I thought to say, does it really matter how much it is? Because, in all honesty, you and I both know that if it actually works, itâs invaluable and has no price too much to pay if it actually affords you living without pain.
The question isn't how much it is
The question is does it work, and how you can determine that it has any value, if you arent open enough for it to work
I already knew before I answered the question it was a setup of rejection.
I said, âWell, itâs actually very reasonable, considering itâs 10 blended botanicals and not essential oils that would double the price of this bottle, and it will last you 4 months to a year.â
Then I found myself angrily saying, âBut that doesnât matter because the consensus of most is that they canât afford it, but will spend $50 at an event buying a soy candle and high fructose candied grapes.â
The woman looked at me cross-eyed because, unbeknownst to me, in her bag she was in fact carrying candied grapes and a soy candle that she pulled from her bag to show me.
I truly did not know what to say when I could see in her face the struggle of refraining from telling me to f**k off.
Instead, she took the high road and wished me a good day, not because I was wrong, but because admitting that I was right would force her to see her own misplaced priorities of investing in the fleeting endorphin chemicals of âshopping,â rather than investing in her health and well-being.
But being right didnât matter if the intention in me was wrong.
I could hear the voice inside speaking, âMisty, that was really mean,â not because it wasnât true, but because truth is never to be used as a weapon.
Once you use truth to deliver a blow instead of holding space for the love of free will, you are using weapons of darkness, not the light.
Darkness shames another to choice. The light just gives choice.
I heard myself scream, âI know!â
Once the rain stopped, I went to find some water at a nearby food truck and to regain my center.
I saw the Gospels of Matthew splattered on the side of the truck.
âBe the salt and the light of this world.â
Tears began to roll from my eyes, as if God was directly speaking to me, calling me out like the nurturing mother and disciplined father.
I whispered out loud, âGod, I am trying to be just that. But this world makes it so hard with uncaring people who seek to line their pockets over treating people with love and decency. I am so angry that my family has had to pay the price of people who would discard others.
I have worked so hard for my son to be more than just Autistic and got my daughter to rise above being more than just a victim of being sexually abused.â
And yet, because my son is young and doesnât have an aggressive bone in his body, he is labeled with the stigma that he lacks initiative or drive.
And my daughter, who did nothing but dedicate herself to the well-being of her family during these trying economical times, was subjected to corporate negligence, who exposed her to mold airborne toxins that has now struck her down, where she canât even fold her own laundry without being out of breath.
And my husband, who pushed his body for years to build property, grow food, and carry heavy boxes from distribution centers to feed our community and our church family, now canât feel his own hands.
We tried to serve, only to be ridiculed, cut down, and accused of extortion because, instead of being tithed for sermons, we asked for monthly donations from our acting members who would benefit from everything we gave.
Yet it wasnât enough because we gave so much, trying to keep up in a world that has been conditioned to give so little. We had to work even harder just to maintain it all.
Just to kerp the few of our members who supported us, we had to give more.
And yet, because most have been âconditioned,â they couldnât see the value of what we did give to bring new members in.
Every time I made the call to the community pages to serve, all we heard from ignorant people was
Churches give free food and feed the hungry.
No they dont. They make their money through the tithing of its congregation, from its Sunday sermons and preaching to others how to live a life with God. They dont give for free.
They give to receive. They give to be supported by what they give. Churches unlike anything else are a business. Thry have just thoughtfully wrapped in something else that gives others a sense of righteousness.
I donât want to preach at my church.
Who am I to tell another how to live or how to interpret the gospels.
It isn't because Im not capable of holding moving sermons or being a public speaker, but because I myself do not believe in the conditiong of man.
I want to be the example of the fruit, not through lip service, but through my actions.
I don't want people to praise me or see me as a leader of their iwn voice or as a holy woman, or their teacher.
Im not interested in being praised, but being seen, being valued because I value others.
We gave food to our community for two years using our own money, our own resources, our own wear and tear of vehicles, gas, time, and energy because our family was fed freely by our efforts.
We founded our church, we built it with our hands and we created the relationships with thr distributions who fostered in us an admission of trust because of our discipline and dedication.
We felt the balance needed to give to others because god had so greatly gifted to us.
We did that because we had the resources.
But once my daughter lost her job and could no longer work, and our savings depleted by lawyers we paid when deceitful people tried to extort and steal from us, we had to start asking for people to see the value of what we gave.
God said to me stop gi inh yoir blessings away.
You cannot pour from an empty cup.
Yet it couldnât be seen through the eyes of conditioning.
These people who go to their Sunday sermons, do they bother to understand that Christ chose a thief, a zealot, a tax collector, and the âsinfulâ because they lived a life conditioned by their heart, not through the conditioning of man or the church?
They lived their life as God called them to do and were cast as sinners because of it.
Christ chose them for no other reason alone because they would be the few who could truly see him.
Christ said you will know them through their fruits, and yet how can they see the fruits if they have been conditioned by the way of the world of what the fruits are supposed to look like?
Churches give food for free. Our church is extortionists this is all I heard as I went to the community pages to share our amazing program.
No, churches donât give food for free.
Churches get free food because they are a church who has a congregation who pays them either through their time or money.
We had neither and gave to our community freely.
Yet, a woman who had received food from our church many times, when we put together our wellness program offering weekly food pickups, weekly hot food pickups, massages, esthetician services, natural products, aeroponic food, microgreen superfood for a monthly donation to support our program, this woman literally had the audacity to ask if we were a church of Christ.
I felt the sting of her insinuation cut through me.
And I responded instantly, âI donât remember you asking me if our church was of the Christ when you were receiving free food.â
What denomination or label of this world do we need to be seen as the workings of Christ through the limited lens of your conditioning?
Christ said you will know them by their fruits. Have you not eaten by our fruits?
The woman, instead of looking at her misplaced judgment by the conditioning of the world and the church who is part of this world, instead became defensive by insinuating her own innocence over it, and that my response alone was a diversion of her question and she need not support a church like ours.
No surprise there.
And unfortunately, because she made up the majority of people, we chose to end our ministry that was depleting us financially, emotionally, and physically for better opportunities.
Yet after a week of pushing to make two physical moves in less than a month of us moving to a new state, my husband continues to carry our business equipment so we can generate income, as we wait for the long process of government bureaucracy to force us to jump through timely hoops, as we look for neurologists and cardiologists for my daughter, and get my son working in an economy and market where there are 20 other people more experienced, seasoned, and older than him taking up the workforce, who are desperately trying to feed themselves and their families.
How can my son be a contributor to his familyâs unified well-being and gain any experience in the workplace if he canât even get his foot in the door?
How do we get my daughter healthy, and my husband healthy, if every step or action we take comes with a physical and financial toll?
How do we keep going on as a family business promoting health and well-being when physically my whole family is falling apart?
How do we keep making the investment toward everything we believe in when someone will scoff at a $75 bottle of healing oil, a $27 bottle of elderberry we know works, but will line up in droves to spend $50 on permanent jewelry and $20 on a Philly cheesesteak with processed cheese?
Do I stop doing what I have dedicated my whole life in doing, just so I can appease the masses and not lose everything?
I will go and work at a high-end spa with women who will spend thousands on vanity and appearance, dye my roots with chemicals, and change everything about who I am, if it means protecting my family.
I will get my Autistic son to the doctor and have meds prescribed to him if it means he can collect a disability and be taken care of. I will have my husband no longer refrain from invasive surgeries and rods in his neck and use heavy drug-addicting medications, and put my daughter on every medication known to man if she too can collect disability.
I will give up everything I believe in and stand for if it means giving them a chance to be taken care of by a society who has been conditioned.
I walked back to my vendorâs tent feeling the wave of all my emotions.
Within seconds, a woman approached me asking about our pain relief oil. And I began telling her about it, and as I did, this smile grew across her face.
I asked, âWhy are you smiling?â
She said, âI donât know what I am. But I can feel people.â
âAnd when I stand in your presence, I feel so safe as if I could just fall into you and you would just hold me.
I cannot explain it. But it is unlike anything I have ever experienced from another human being.
You truly are a healer.
It isnât just your oils, your business, or your knowledge.
Itâs you. Itâs what you put off in your very presence.
There is a feeling of safety, nurturing, and that you are someone who can be trusted because you are not judging, and you arenât selling either.
Youâre not trying to gain from people. You are giving to them everything you are.
Youâre just being you.â
Immediately, tears began rolling from my eyes, and I told her it was like through you, âGod was speaking directly to me.â
I told her I have been going through some tough times, and I really needed to hear those words.
She said at first she was scared of me.
That when she first entered my tent, she felt this almost apprehension and push inside her.
But then, as you begin to speak, this feeling of love came over me. I didnât know where to place that.
We continued to talk, and she talked about her own gifts and how she wasnât sure how to identify with them because her own friends would tell her that she needed to stay clear from people who were energy workers because she would be opening doors to witchcraft and the devil.
How convenient I told her that the very thing in which we are made up of " Energy" is also the very thing that would be vilified as evil so that the very thing that heals us " Energy" would be traded in for
Pharmacy
I laughed and said, âWell, then that would mean inherently the gifts you naturally have wasnât given to you by God, but the devil himself, and that makes you evil. Just like Iâm evil because Iâm a healer and a Reiki Master.â
Dosent matter that energy is ehat healed my son from his Autism, he too must have been healed through the devil.
Except last time I checked the devil dosent heal.
Only god and the light heals.
She said yes, Reiki she has been told is evil.
âWhat is it?â she asked.
âReiki means the Ray of Light, and Chi is the lifeforce energy of your body, your spirit.
Dr. Usui, who discovered Reiki, was an avid Christian who went searching for what he believed was missing from the Bible, the laying of hands in which Christ taught his own apostles.
He asked a question: if Christ commanded in man that he, with faith, had the ability and power to do great things and that the woman herself who touched his robe was healed by her faith then why was this missing from the gospels to heal through faith, when Christ himself commanded that man hel the same equal power?
So he did what many faithful people did back in that day. He climbed a mountain and he fasted for 30 days, and at the brink of death, God gave him âReiki.â
Reiki is just a word. Itâs no different than your own inherent gifts of how you listen to God speak and open yourself up as vessel to listen.â
Women who were called witches burnt at the stake, sacrificed as evil, they had gifts just like you and practiced herbal medicine to serve others while serving themselves.
They were labeled as such because it was the inversion of the light portrayed as darkness, no different than Christ being crucified and accused of blasphemy because he compelled in every man his own authority and power.
âYe people of so little faith have the power to do what I do and more.â
That should have went on to say, âBut you give your faith away to the church and of manâs conditioning, who conditions you through the church. You listen to man and not of God your creator.â
Most âChristiansâ canât make the discernment between the true teachings of Christ and the conditioning of the Church.
I call myseof Christian and everything I do is through the Christ because I recognize that to be truly christened through the spirit of god is through the holy vessel of where god awakens in me mind body and spirit.
Pharmekia, pharmacy, thatâs the real witchcraft. Its in the gospeks. Yet your preachers, your churches, who have sold its soul to government in exchange to fill its coffers, are no different than the Pharisees who filled theirs at the temples in which Christ screamed hypocrites and men of their white washed tombs of dead man's bones
Women called witches were women who truly walked the teachings of Christ, empowering themselves beyond this world and its conditioning, using the botanicals of earth bestowed by our creator to heal.
And the truth was buried, just as Dead Sea Scrolls buried from the Roman Empire, who partnered with the Pharisees and Pagan leaders to create a new religion that would further condition man to surrender its power by believing if it conceded, it would be âSaved.â
Baptism in water means nothing if the holy spirit of god mind and body isn't aligned through the awakening of your cells that is made of water.
Her eyes became huge.
She didnât know what to say except to see the truth for herself.
I could feel that she was completely overwhelmed.
It was a holy s**t moment because she felt that truth in her being and yet the conditioning is what her denied her of her own truth.
âWould you like me to demonstrate the healing oils to you so you can feel them for yourself?â
She said yes.
I knew i had to give her a place for the tangible experience of energy so she could make a choice in ger own experience, not the experience I was speaking into her.
As I laid my hands on her neck and shoulders to demonstrate the healing power of the oil, her body began to tremble and tears rolled from her eyes.
I whispered to her, âLet it go. Itâs okay. Youâre in a safe place. Just let it go.â
People from afar were watching her, and I could see their curiosity heighten as she broke down.
One last hold of her neck, and I let go.
Her eyes opened, and she said, âWhat was that?â
I said to her, âThat was your spirit finally feeling like it was home. Your entire central nervous system recalibrated itself, and you moved out of the fight or flight cortisol chemical state and into the endorphin state of the high frequency of love where god aligns with you.
In other words, you felt âAlignmentâ that allowed you to feel the loving, tangible presence of God.â
It wasnt me. It was you allowing me to five you the experience of yourself.
I knew that what I was explaining, her logical mind was able to process, but what she was feeling, she didnât even begin to know how to integrate into her experience.
It was too much. And yet her spirit knew it was just enough.
She then said, âI have to leave. I will be back.â
I said okay.
An hour later, she returned.and as she did, another young lady was in my tent who was asking about the oils.
Immediately, she began telling her, âYou have got to try the demonstration. I canât even begin to explain to you what I experienced.
I had to go sit in my car and talk to god because I wss scared of what happened.
And it isnât the oil. Itâs her.â
The other young lady said okay, and I gave her a demonstration where she too began crying.
The other young lady who had experience with Reiki said, âI need to book a healing session with you. I have trauma to release. Itâs time.â
The other woman said, âI have a lot of trauma too, and at first when I came into her tent, I felt the urge to leave or reject, but when I stood in her presence, all I could feel was âSafe.ââ
They both bought the healing oil kit and some other things as well, gave me their information so we could book a healing session and so that they could begin attending classes, workshops, and experience the Tesla scalar waves.
The woman said to me, âI donât want to let go.â
She even said that she liked the smell of my pheromones. Lol.
And then she looked at my husband and said, âIâm not trying to hit on your wife, but even her smell feels safe to me.â
My husband just smiled and said, âI understand. Why do you think I married her? Immediately, as I walked into her presence years ago, I knew that I could completely trust her. And I didnât trust anyone.â
She said, âThen you get it.â
He said, âYes, I certainly do.â
As she left, I began crying and laughing through tears because God was showing me through her, that I couldnât be what Iâm not.
If I turned my back on who I really am in exchange for comfort and acceptance in this world, I would be âselling my soul,â and the experience of magical moments like this, where God has shown up in my life in every tangible way when I have felt the most resistance of my own dark voice speaking to me through fear, anger, and pain, that moments like this would be lost to me.
And without god revealing itself, I would surely know what he'll feels like.
Oh, how the dark forces knows oh so well that I cannot be tempted through my own pain and suffering, but through the pain and suffering of the people I love.
It knows how great my love is for people, how great my love is to touch others and for them to feel loved.
It knows that to watch my daughter, my son, my husband in pain, that I would surely torch my own soul to burn this world down around me.
How easily I could justify my actions of being a cold hearted truth teller ad smugly feel vindication because I called someone out of their bull s**t
Someone who could use all my power to become cunning like a Beth Duhnam admired by victimized women. How easy with my iwn inherited gifts to use them to hurt orhers with a truth simply because Im that f**king honest.
But God knows that to lead me from the darkness is to see the light turned on in another.
To remind me that being the salt and light of this world does not come without price or sacrifice.
Yet without walking it, you cannot experience it.
When Christ said, âThe way is me,â he meant that through him, through his teachings of being in this world but not of it, was how man who walks in his highest integrity can listen and hear the voice of God speaking.
But conditioned men can only live of how the world has conditioned them to live.
Man gives the authority of Godâs spirit away through his own dismissal of his own power by what he is conditioned to feel and think.
What dwells within them is everything that christ did say is the spirit of god, for the kingdom is within.
That woman today realized that through the conditioning of a religion that claims to own the Christ and the power of her salvation, inherently made her feel as if her own gifts were something to turn away from, just like the conditioning would tell a man who feels the disposition of a gentle nurturer to castrate his own anatomy to feel accepted, and just like a world would medicate an Autistic under the guise of acceptance while attacking a mother as being unloving because she wouldnât accept it, and created a middle way for him that makes it harder because he isnât Autistic or medicated enough to get government help, nor worldly aggressive enough to fight his way through the world.
Most who go to their Sunday sermons read their gospels, repent their sins to the pope's and their roasaries, didnt have a clue how to respond other than to call a man who opposed a bought pope with a meme that emulated the healing hands of the christ, as blasphemous for conveying a message of power from the light within as Christ taught man to be.
God showed up yesterday to say, âMisty, you cannot be the salt or the light if you condition yourself to be of the world.â
And to be anything else, means you condition yourself to live in hell separated from experiencing yourself through me.
So I dedicate this post to all my fearless truth seekers of the light who do not succumb to the dark powers of fear, manipulation, greed, hypocrisy, sexual identity, judgment, vengeance, anger, hostility, bigotry, pride and arrogance.
You are the meek who will inherit the earth because you hold within you the spark of god that dwells within and despite all the justifications the world will serve you, to dismiss, judge and disempower another, your true power is that you choose not to.
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