09/12/2025
September 12, 2025 🌟
The past three days have felt like riding three very different cosmic waves.
September 9th was pure radiance — a golden surf of beauty, alignment, and grace.
The 9-9 portal opened like a shimmering doorway, and I actually walked through it with focus, clarity, and ease.
While others were stumbling around in the daze of multidimensional upgrades, I felt lit up, ready, and tuned to the frequency of “yes.”
It was the kind of energy that makes you believe in miracles, in yourself, and in tuna casserole ~ but that’s coming later.
September 10th, brought a denser cloudbank rolling in.
The collective reported feeling like zombies crawling out of the underworld — dazed, exhausted, and confused.
And honestly, I was tired too. But the strange thing? Productivity whispered in my ear like a mischievous sprite..... “Keep going, Beth.” And I did.
While others surrendered to cosmic naps, I checked things off my list like a boss, inching closer to finishing that book that will be done by the end of this month.
Focus has become my superpower in these new frequencies, like my third eye finally got bifocals.
September 11th though… ohhh boy. The energy was so intense it felt like being pulled into a sleep-coma against my will.
My body demanded rest and I surrendered, slipping in and out of dream dimensions all day.
When I finally dragged myself up, I went through the ancient rite of s**t, shower, shave (don’t laugh — it’s holy work).
Then, in a burst of determination, I went grocery shopping and crafted a tuna casserole masterpiece I hadn’t touched in years.
The irony? The Universe said, “Not today, love.” I got sick before even tasting it. The casserole was exiled to the fridge, untouched.
But today, September 12th, is redemption day.
The tuna casserole lives again ~ and let me tell you, it’s delicious.
Victory never tasted so creamy. My stomach and the Universe finally agreed to be friends.
I haven’t officially started my day yet, but I feel the momentum.
The mission today is decluttering another part of my sacred space. And oh, the treasures I’ve been uncovering!
There has been forgotten money tucked away like offerings from my past self.
Who knows what else I’ll find today ~maybe Atlantis, maybe just another twenty-dollar bill.
Either way, it’s magic.
So, here’s where I’m at~ the past three days were a trilogy ~ beauty, density, and intensity~ leading to today’s grounded reset.
I’m excited to see what treasures surface as I keep clearing.
After all, decluttering isn’t just cleaning ~ it’s making room for miracles.
