Guardian Of The Light: Spirit Guide & Teacher Michele

Guardian Of The Light: Spirit Guide & Teacher Michele "Truth. Transcend. Transform." Guide. Guardian. Catalyst. Teacher. For the advancement of human/soul

Michele is a Spirit Guide & Teacher, Life Mastery and Conscious LifeStyle Coach. This page is a reflection of her teachings, spiritual philosophy, inspiration as well as updates on events, activities and programs through her company Coeur Compass Coaching. The main purpose of this page is to serve as a portal to awaken hearts, transform souls, raise conscious awareness, provide inspiration and invitation to a new way of living.

Hey loves 💕So, I woke up early — and part of me was thankful. The other part? Let’s just say she had a few… colorful opi...
08/13/2025

Hey loves 💕
So, I woke up early — and part of me was thankful. The other part? Let’s just say she had a few… colorful opinions about it.

Here’s the thing: between 6 a.m. and 8 a.m.? That’s my sweet spot.
The world’s still stretching, the energy hasn’t gone sideways yet, and I can just… be still.
No big agenda. No “fix yourself” mission.
No pressure to crack the code of the universe before coffee.
Just stillness. Just me.
Although I must confess, that whole “crack the code” - second sweet spot – JS!

It’s the room to breathe hours.
Room to let the dust settle so the deeper knowing in me can sift through the last 24 hours and make sense of it all.
I’ve been in one of those seasons where the dust needs to settle before the knowing can rise.
You know the kind—where you’ve been moving through so much in such a short stretch of time that your brain can’t file it all away yet. You need room to breathe, to make sense of it all.

We all have our ways of processing. Some run. Some write. Some clean out the garage. Me? I sit in the quiet and let the edges soften until the truth shows up. And let’s be clear—that space to process? Non-negotiable.

Life is too precious to keep muscling through. And these days, it feels like the world is hell-bent on reminding us of that—whether we like it or not. Even in this “hot-as-Hades” weather, there’s this constant whisper:
Slow down.
Feel this.
Don’t miss what matters.

Lately, I’ve been asking myself:
What map am I following?
Is it the one my soul came in with? Or the one the world handed me—full of detours, “shoulds,” and dead ends?
The truth? For years, I let other people’s maps lead me around. I wore roles that never quite fit. I followed unspoken rules I never agreed to. I even let my fears and doubts become my GPS—guiding me toward safety instead of truth.

TRUE STORY:
The other day, I got a real-time reminder of this.
Driving home from a business trip, GPS humming along, all was well… until it suddenly told me to exit.
Next thing I know, I’m deep in the backwoods of Virginia. Broad daylight, no danger — but I didn’t know the road. My nervous system? Lit up like a Christmas tree. (Continued in comments) ✌🏽💋….

IF IT’S ONE THING I ALWAYS LOVE DOING IS RISING EARLY ENOUGH TO ENJOY STILLNESS AND HAVE MOMENTS OF REFLECTION. IT’S HOW...
08/09/2025

IF IT’S ONE THING I ALWAYS LOVE DOING IS RISING EARLY ENOUGH TO ENJOY STILLNESS AND HAVE MOMENTS OF REFLECTION. IT’S HOW I PROCESS AND ALSO WHEN I HEAR TRUTH TO KNOW WHAT THE NEXT ALIGNED STEP WILL BE. SPACIOUSNESS IS THE GIFT THAT SUPPORTS OUR CAPACITY TO REMAIN AUTHENTIC IN A WAY THAT HONORS OUR OATH AND THE OATH OTHERS ARE HERE TO WALK WITHOUT DISCORD AND / OR CONFUSION 🙏🏽💋✌🏽

Hey loves, let’s talk.It’s been a minute since I opened the doors for 1:1 guidance. Not because I’ve been hiding—but bec...
08/03/2025

Hey loves, let’s talk.

It’s been a minute since I opened the doors for 1:1 guidance. Not because I’ve been hiding—but because I needed to pause, breathe, and make sure what I’m offering now reflects where I actually am. Not just spiritually, but energetically, emotionally, and in the way I choose to hold space.

For years, I did this kind of work quietly—for close friends, chosen family, and the occasional “Michele, I need you” text that turned into a two-hour download over tea. Being Clairsentient, an energy reader, and spiritual guide has never been a glamorous job—it’s sacred, yes. But smooth? Not always. Especially when you’re out here counting the cost like it’s a spiritual budget line item (if you know, you know).

So what exactly is a Soul Clarity Session?

Think: your soul’s blueprint meets real-life guidance. It’s part astrology, part numerology, part channeling, part deep energy read—and 100% YOU. It’s about understanding the divine assignment you came here to fulfill and how your energy is uniquely designed to move through this world without burning out, second-guessing yourself, or sitting in the confusion stew of “What is wrong with me?”

Let me be real—it’s not a crystal ball moment. I’m not here to tell you when your significant other is finally gonna stop acting brand new. This isn’t that kind of party. 😉

But if you’ve been sensing that something deeper is calling you forward—or if you already know you’re here for big sacred work, but the “how” feels foggy or heavy—this is your invitation. Not a fix. Not a forecast. A choice. A portal. A power move.

✨ Come through if you’re ready to see yourself clearly and move with freedom.

Drop a ❤️ in the comments and I’ll slide you the link.

With clarity, care, and a little cosmic sass,
M ✌🏽💋

[Full Post]Halo Love,— It's me checking in. So, full transparency as I sit here watching the French Broad River do its s...
08/01/2025

[Full Post]
Halo Love,—

It's me checking in.

So, full transparency as I sit here watching the French Broad River do its slow, unbothered thing like the world isn't on fire. I woke up today feeling like I got hit by a yoga truck. Apparently, my muscles had a lot to say after reuniting with Vinyasa for the first time in two years. (Shoutout to Seane Corn for waking up body parts I thought had retired. )

My practice lately? Hatha, Gentle Flow, deep meditation, and the occasional side-eye toward a Bija mantra.
Holistically potent. Vibrationally sexy.
And clearly... not Vinyasa-proof.

Let's just say my body's been praying, stretching, and sound-bathing its way through a healing arc… but apparently, Vinyasa didn't get the memo and came in hot like, “Remember me?”

But beneath the soreness, something deeper was stirring.
I came across some devastating news—a shooting, lives lost, more violence in the world already brimming and apparently spilling over in my hometown; New York City. . And I just... couldn't find words. I still don't have them, really. It's not that I didn't care. It's that the care felt heavy in my chest. Like a lump-in-my-throat, tightness-in-my-chest, what-is-happening-to-this-world kind of grief. Sound familiar? Gaza maybe?

And at the same time, I'm holding down a full workload, holding sacred space when called to, still committed to my spiritual practice, staying hydrated in this hot as hades weather, making peace with my upper body, and figuring out where the hell I want to live [no worries, it's still Asheville] . Oh, and remembering to breathe. Spoiler alert: I forgot.

Let me be real—some days I truly wonder if the cosmos sent me the wrong chart – put me on the wrong path.
Yes, I work with the stars, the earth, and the in-between realms… when I'm not skipping between dimensions like it's casual. Simply because I navigate spaces, energy, people, and life in a way many like to label “woo woo", it's all happening within my very human and real physical body.

And allow me to say, that version of me on paper sounds and reads powerful AF.
The version in the mirror? Somedays she's just trying to make it through the week without tossing her phone in a lake and calling it a spiritual detox.

Everything feels loud right now. The world. The news. The grief. The grind. Even my sacred rituals have started to feel a tad bit congested. It's like lately I keep trying to plant my feet in the sand, but the tide keeps washing it out from under me. And at times, I'm left wondering:
Do I jump in, or retreat?
Do I rest, or rise?
Do I scream into the void, or whisper to my soul?

The answer I got was this:
“You do what you can, exactly where you are. No gold stars required.”
Sometimes that looks like a breath.
Sometimes it's sitting on the porch with your coffee.
Sometimes it's crying.
Sometimes it's getting still for a moment just to reset.
And sometimes it looks like saying what needs to be said, taking a stand, saying no to the BS.
None of it means you've failed. None of it means you're not sovereign, sacred, and still on purpose.

Here's what I know:
We are not supposed to survive the world by disappearing from ourselves.
We are not supposed to grind ourselves to dust while the world burns.
We are not here to be perfect.
We're here to remember who we are—right in the middle of the chaos, the noise, and everything that feels like too much.
Because let's be real: sometimes, it really is too much.
And we're definitely not here to hide behind the “woo woo” or that downward-facing-dog asana in an attempt to “love and light” the world back to its senses.

So if you've been feeling it—whatever it is—
If your nervous system has been whispering “I need a minute”
If your spiritual routine has started to feel like another box to check—
And even if you're feeling overwhelmed at all you are carrying and doing…
You're not alone. You're not off path. You're just in a sacred recalibration.

BTW, sacred calibration is that holy (and sometimes messy) process of realigning your energy, boundaries, and soul-truth after life, people, or your own damn habits knocked you a little off center – and you make it meaningful, soul affirming and intentional.

Here's your reminder:
You don't have to do it all, all the time.
You don't have to save the world - when your nervous system is offline.
You don't even have to have words for it.
Sometimes, most times…your presence is the offering.
And if all you did today was breathe?
That counts.
That matters.
That's enough.

With you in this wild wave,

M. ✌🏽💋

Halo Love,— It’s me checking in. So, full transparency as I sit here watching the French Broad River do its slow, unboth...
08/01/2025

Halo Love,—

It’s me checking in.

So, full transparency as I sit here watching the French Broad River do its slow, unbothered thing like the world isn’t on fire. I woke up today feeling like I got hit by a yoga truck. Apparently, my muscles had a lot to say after reuniting with Vinyasa for the first time in two years. (Shoutout to Seane Corn for waking up body parts I thought had retired. )

My practice lately? Hatha, Gentle Flow, deep meditation, and the occasional side-eye toward a Bija mantra… because some days I don’t want to show up, but I do.
Holistically potent. Vibrationally sexy.
And clearly... not Vinyasa-proof.

Let’s just say my body’s been praying, stretching, and sound-bathing its way through a healing arc… but apparently, Vinyasa didn’t get the memo and came in hot like, “Remember me?”

But beneath the soreness, something deeper was stirring.
I came across some devastating news—a shooting, lives lost, more violence in the world already brimming and apparently spilling over in my hometown; New York City. . And I just... couldn’t find words. I still don’t have them, really. It’s not that I didn’t care. It’s that the care felt heavy in my chest. Like a lump-in-my-throat, tightness-in-my-chest, what-is-happening-to-this-world kind of grief. Sound familiar? Gaza maybe?

And at the same time, I’m holding down a full workload, holding sacred space when called to, still committed to my spiritual practice, staying hydrated in this hot as hades weather, making peace with my upper body, and figuring out where the hell I want to live [no worries, it’s still Asheville] . Oh, and remembering to breathe. Spoiler alert: I forgot….

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Real Talk from the Temple of My Living Room.This morning I woke up with every intention of doing the thing.You know—the ...
07/15/2025

Real Talk from the Temple of My Living Room.

This morning I woke up with every intention of doing the thing.
You know—the spiritual, aligned, ascended, centered thing.
* Warm drink? Check.mate.
* Fire? Nah—it’s July. One candle will do.
* Bija mantras? Ready to beach-wave my brain.

I sat down like a good little light-being…
And my body said, “Nah.”
Not today, fam.
I wasn’t anxious. I wasn’t off.
I was just… full.

So I walked. I moved. I reached for sweetness.
(Not metaphorical sweetness. A piece of lemon meringue pie . Don’t @ me.👀🤣)

And it got me thinking:
How often do we override what we need…
Trying to “get it right”?
We cling to the ritual, the method, the rhythm that once held us—
Even when our body’s whispering, “It’s time to shift.”

We are not linear.
We are not programs.
We are light-coded, cyclical, intuitive beings.

The practice that grounded us yesterday might cage us today.
The thing that was medicine might now feel like a box.
Four walls and a window. Low air flow.
And Spirit?
Spirit needs space.

I’m grateful for the kind of practice that doesn’t demand perfection.
It holds me when I’m still—
And lets me go when I need to move.

Sometimes stillness is sacred.
Sometimes stillness is just avoidance in a flowy robe holding a crystal.

So here’s to motion as meditation.
To croissants as communion.
To listening—really listening—to what your body, your energy, your truth is asking for.

Because when I feel full, it usually means something is rising.
Something is ready to be processed.
To be moved.
To be transmuted.

And when I honor that call,
what comes through on the other side is always gold.

Here’s to sacred detours.
To restlessness that becomes revelation.
To days that don’t go as planned—
but unfold with divine precision.

💕Some days are mountain-top meditation days.
💕Some days, the sacred shows up in sneakers and sweat.

Both are holy.
Let it be what it is.
You’re doing just fine.

From this week’s newsletter….yes, I did a thing. 👀📣 So… it’s been a minute. Let’s talk.Hey friend— Okay. Let’s just name...
07/10/2025

From this week’s newsletter….yes, I did a thing. 👀

📣 So… it’s been a minute. Let’s talk.

Hey friend—

Okay. Let’s just name it—I’ve been quiet.
And not quiet like “peaceful hermit meditating in the woods” quiet.
More like “life has been lifing and I had to sit my ass down” quiet.
I’ve been meaning to check in for months, and every time I got close to sending something, I could feel this little whisper inside me say:
“Don’t just send something for the sake of staying relevant. That’s not who you are.”

And that’s the truth.

I made a commitment a long time ago not to spit out emails or content just because someone somewhere said that’s what good “business owners” do.
Because here’s what I know:
If I’m not being real with myself, if I’m not honoring where I’m at…
there’s no way I can genuinely hold space for anyone else to do the same.

So instead of forcing it, I took a sacred pause.
A deep, messy, beautiful pause.
I’ve been tending to my own inner garden.
Mining for the wisdom underneath all the noise.
And asking myself:
What do I really want to offer people right now?
How do I want to show up in this world that’s kind of… well… wild AF?……

***********************
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It’s raw. It’s real. It’s honest.
Not for the faint of heart.

M. ✌🏽💋

When Everything Falls Apart, You Fall InwardDecades ago—like literally three decades ago—I was part of a church that be...
04/25/2025

When Everything Falls Apart, You Fall Inward

Decades ago—like literally three decades ago—I was part of a church that believed in purging folks who didn’t check the boxes of their interpretation of holiness. I was one of those people. Kicked out. Told I was no longer a “true Christian.”

And the irony? My whole life had been wrapped in that identity. My community. My calendar. My sense of self.

When they told me to leave, I spiraled. But in that void, something miraculous began.

I journaled. I sobbed. I played classical music (which now I recognize was my nervous system’s way of self-soothing—sound healing before I had the words for it). And most powerfully—I took the train to the beach and just sat with myself and Source. No plan. No performance. Just presence.

The Sacred Return to Self

That time in my life birthed a new kind of devotion—not to rules or roles, but to resonance.

If something didn’t align, I said no.
If something didn’t feel good, I let it go.
If something felt grounding—even if I didn’t understand why—I leaned in.
I started making choices from the inside out.

And let me tell you, when you move like that—anchored, aligned, and unapologetic—it’s magnetic. People feel it. Systems shake because of it. And your spirit? She breathes easier…..

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When Everything Falls Apart, You Fall InwardDecades ago—like literally three decades ago—I was part of a church that be...
04/24/2025

When Everything Falls Apart, You Fall Inward

Decades ago—like literally three decades ago—I was part of a church that believed in purging folks who didn’t check the boxes of their interpretation of holiness. I was one of those people. Kicked out. Told I was no longer a “true Christian.”

And the irony? My whole life had been wrapped in that identity. My community. My calendar. My sense of self.

When they told me to leave, I spiraled. But in that void, something miraculous began.

I journaled. I sobbed. I played classical music (which now I recognize was my nervous system’s way of self-soothing—sound healing before I had the words for it). And most powerfully—I took the train to the beach and just sat with myself and Source. No plan. No performance. Just presence.

The Sacred Return to Self

That time in my life birthed a new kind of devotion—not to rules or roles, but to resonance.

If something didn’t align, I said no.
If something didn’t feel good, I let it go.
If something felt grounding—even if I didn’t understand why—I leaned in.
I started making choices from the inside out.

And let me tell you, when you move like that—anchored, aligned, and unapologetic—it’s magnetic. People feel it. Systems shake because of it. And your spirit? She breathes easier.

…To continue reading Click Link In Bio…

M✌🏽💋

It’s been a few months, and honestly, it still feels a bit surreal. Holding sacred space last December for my community ...
04/07/2025

It’s been a few months, and honestly, it still feels a bit surreal. Holding sacred space last December for my community was everything—deep medicine for my own spirit—as we began to gather the pieces left scattered in the aftermath of Helene. She arrived like an uninvited dinner guest, devouring everything in sight and leaving without so much as a thank you.

Now, six months later, I’m honored to return next month alongside my beloved . Navigating the chaos of our nation while tending to the tender places in my own spirit—still healing from Helene’s destruction—has been no small feat. But we’re doing it. Together.

If you joined us at last year’s retreat, you already know the energy and the vibe. And if you weren’t able to make it, here’s your opportunity to say yes to your healing, your restoration, your rising.

Click the link below for more details, or feel free to DM me with any questions:

https://avlwellnessweekend.my.canva.site/avlrw-website

🔥 From the Hearth… A Little Truth for You 🔥Alright, love, let me just say this—you cannot think your way into your knowi...
03/17/2025

🔥 From the Hearth… A Little Truth for You 🔥

Alright, love, let me just say this—you cannot think your way into your knowing. I know, I know, the brain loves to figure things out, make pro/con lists, analyze the hell out of every possibility. But here’s the thing: your intellect is just one instrument in your symphony—and trust me, you’ve got a whole orchestra playing.

Some truths aren’t meant to be solved—they’re meant to be felt. You don’t logic your way into alignment. You sense it. You move with it. You let it rise up in the stillness, in those quiet, unfiltered moments where your mind finally stops trying to micromanage the mystery.

So instead of thinking yourself in circles, drop in. Be still. Be present. Listen beyond words. Let your body, your energy, your awareness do the knowing for you. That’s where the magic happens—that’s where you start touching what the mind can’t quite grasp, and suddenly, everything makes sense without you needing to explain why.

Trust me, it’s a game-changer. But you can’t think your way there. You’ve gotta be there. 🔥✨

🔥 From the Hearth… The Truth Will Set You Free (But First, It Might Shake You) 🔥Truth isn’t always gentle, love. It does...
03/16/2025

🔥 From the Hearth… The Truth Will Set You Free (But First, It Might Shake You) 🔥

Truth isn’t always gentle, love. It doesn’t always come wrapped in warmth and reassurance. Sometimes, it arrives like a crack of thunder, like a deep exhale after holding in something heavy for far too long. And to truly see—to wake up, to remember—you have to be willing to look at things as they are, not just how you wish they were.

This is the path of liberation. And liberation? It’s not just about what we integrate and embody. It’s just as much about what we release and let go. And sometimes—often times—the letting go is the hardest part, because we’ve been conditioned to believe in a version of ourselves that is false, a version built on borrowed beliefs, expectations, and straight-up lies.

But here’s the thing: truth doesn’t ask for your comfort—it asks for your clarity. It asks you to stop carrying what isn’t yours. It asks you to release the stories that keep you small, the illusions that keep you shackled, the fear that keeps you from stepping fully into your sovereignty. And yes, that kind of seeing? It can shake you. But don’t mistake the discomfort of awakening for something being wrong.

Because once you allow yourself to really see, you unlock something priceless: choice. Power. Freedom. No longer reacting from the wounds of the past, no longer sleepwalking through a life someone else scripted for you. Instead, you move with deep, unwavering knowing. You move with truth—not just the easy truths, but the whole damn thing.

So, let it be uncomfortable. Let it stretch you. Let it free you. Because on the other side of illusion is everything you’ve been searching for.

Ase’. 🔥✨

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