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true2spirit, Ojai, CA (2025)

07/10/2025

Timeless Truth 𓆩 This Is How We Heal the Pattern (3/4)

The wars we see on the outside?
They started as silence inside someone’s body.

The violence you can’t understand?
It began as words unspoken—truths swallowed—energy repressed.

We’ve taught people to fear honesty.
To hold space instead of hold truth.
To prioritize peace over presence.

And what do we get?
More war.
More collapse.
More confusion.

Because silence doesn’t just disappear.
It gets buried.
It festers.
It explodes later, in a new form.

The silence between you and your son.
Your partner.
Your mother.
Your coworker.

That’s where it starts.

The solution isn’t more rules.
It’s more listening.

To Spirit.
To your body.
To what’s actually true right now.

Let’s stop calling suppression sacred.
Let’s make space for the real.

𓆩 This is how we reclaim the future. One truth at a time.

Because silence doesn’t always look like silence.
Sometimes, it looks like sacred rules.
Sometimes, it hides inside containers labeled “healing.”
Sometimes, it feels like safety—but it’s actually fear in disguise.

Tomorrow, we go there.
Into the silence that wears spiritual clothing.
Into the dogma that dances barefoot.
Because if we don’t track it, we’ll repeat it.
Just with better branding.

07/08/2025

Timeless Truth 𓆩 Silence Isn’t Always Sacred (1/4)

There’s a kind of silence that heals.
And there’s a kind that poisons.

We’ve romanticized silence.
Called it spiritual.
Said it’s higher, cleaner, wiser.

But not all silence is holy.
Some silence hides distortion.
Some silence is distortion.

It’s the friend who says “I loved your offering”—then disappears.
The uncle who smiles to your face, then slanders you in private.
The moment someone gives you false resonance, and your system opens…
only to find it was a lie.

That kind of silence splits you.
It leaves you questioning your clarity.
Gaslit by someone else’s performance.

Silence that hides truth is not neutral.
It’s active participation in distortion.

You want to fix the world?
Start with the quiet places inside you where you’ve gone missing.

That’s where all violence begins.

𓆩 More soon. Part 2 is coming.

06/29/2025

Timeless Truth: “God is not what you were told.”

Most people don’t reject God. They reject control wrapped in God’s name. They reject hypocrisy, manipulation, abandonment disguised as will, and trauma spiritualized into dogma.
But the real thing? The real thing doesn’t punish you. It frees you.

You were told God needs your obedience. But the real God wants your wholeness.
You were told Spirit rewards good behavior. But real Spirit calls you into your truth, not your performance.
You were told the Universe is testing you. But the Universe is mirroring you. It’s not here to pass or fail you. It’s here to reflect you back to yourself until you remember who you are.

God is not watching to see if you mess up. God is breathing through you, waiting for you to remember you’re not separate.
Spirit is not the voice that shames you. It’s the quiet knowing that holds you—even when you fall apart.

This is not a God of transaction. This is a God of transformation.
And that’s why it feels wild sometimes. Why it burns. Why it strips away what isn’t real. Why it lets people leave. Why it doesn’t always answer prayers the way you want.
Not because you’re being punished. But because you’re being reshaped.
Because wholeness is more loving than comfort. Because truth is more sacred than safety.

God is not what you were told. It’s not a man in the sky. It’s the force that lives inside the moment you finally tell the truth. The ache that won’t let you settle. The peace that follows the release. The breath in the middle of the breakdown. The voice that whispers “even this is love.”

06/22/2025

TIMELESS TRUTH: “Love is not always sweet.”

Love isn’t performance. It’s not how soft your voice is or how agreeable your words are. It’s the truth behind your presence. And sometimes? That truth stings.
We’ve been taught that love should be palatable. That a “loving woman” keeps the peace. But real love? Real love breaks the trance.

Love as Truth: “I won’t betray myself to keep this easy.” It may not feel sweet—but it’s the most honest thing in the room.

Love as Stillness: I’m not chasing, not fixing, not shrinking. I’m here. That is the love.

Love as Catalyst: Sometimes love arrives as a rupture. A mirror so sharp it cuts. And that cut? That’s where your soul begins to breathe.

Love as Letting Go: When I walk away, it’s not from lack of love. It’s because I love what’s true more than what’s familiar.

Others may not see the love in your clarity. They may turn you into the villain. But their soul is already bowing. Their higher self knows: You kept the contract.

Love is not always sweet. But it is always honest. Love is not always soft. But it is always safe to the soul. Love may not always say yes. But it will never abandon truth.
The integrated feminine is not just nice. She is sovereign, tender, direct, disruptive, mystical, and miraculously clear.

And beside her, the sacred masculine— Not here to fix her. But to feel her. To hold space while she burns clean. To stay when the storm is truth. To trust the mystery more than the map.
And this?
This is why people blame God. Because they mistake comfort for love. They don’t know how to recognize a force that burns to heal, breaks to reveal, and leaves—to liberate.
God is not the one who makes life easy. God is the one who makes you whole.

06/15/2025

We talk about the rise of the feminine.
But we rarely speak of what made her fall.
We rarely speak of the Father wound—
not just the man you did or didn’t have,
but the true masculine presence we’ve never known.
Most of us grew up without it.
And so did our fathers.
So did theirs.
The men we’ve blamed, feared, longed for,
they were born into the same distortion.
They’ve been trying to hold something they never received.
But this wound goes beyond the earthly.
There is a deeper grief many of us carry—
a soul-level ache for the Cosmic Father…
the one who never abandoned us,
but also couldn’t interfere.
Because this is Earth.
A place of free will, compression, and choosing.
We were sent here to remember…
not to be rescued.
And still—there is pain.
Because somewhere, deep down, we remember
what it felt like to be held in perfect safety.
And we haven’t felt that here.
This ache is not a flaw.
It is sacred data.
And it points to what must now rise.
Not more doing. Not more force.
But the healthy masculine structure
that can finally hold the feminine flood.
Because she is rising.
And she is not soft right now.
She is tidal.
She is moving through our bodies, our systems,
and everything that was too tight to contain her.
And without structure, that movement becomes chaos.
Without the Father, the Mother can’t land.
So what do we do?
We let it move.
We grieve the Father we never had.
We forgive the men who didn’t know how.
We stop waiting to be rescued.
And we begin building the spine.
The spine in our days.
In our choices.
In our work.
In our love.
Because if we stop moving,
if we freeze from fear or fatigue or despair,
we don’t just suffer.
We risk losing the thread of creation itself.
This is not just a poetic metaphor.
This is the physics of spirit.
Life requires movement.
And movement requires holding.
This is what the Father is.
Not control. Not punishment.
Containment for the sacred.
Presence that doesn’t flinch.
Structure that allows the wave to rise.
This is the time we return him.
Not just in men.
But in all of us.

to the ones who are learning to hold.
To the ones rebuilding what we never received.

06/01/2025

Timeless Truth: You Are Not Fragmented Anymore

If you’ve ever reacted stronger than the moment called for—
If you’ve ever cried during a movie and didn’t know why—
If you’ve ever held a truth no one else could see…

You’re not broken.
You’re multidimensional.

Your body is carrying more than one story.

It holds not only what’s happened to you—but what’s come through you.
It holds lineage.
It holds memory.
It holds timelines that didn’t begin here… and don’t end here.

There’s a reason the movie opened something in me I didn’t have words for.
The tears came from somewhere ancient—like a piece of my soul remembered itself.
It was more than emotion.
It was recognition.

That’s what this life is.
Not a single storyline—but a convergence.
A distillation.
A remembering.

This is why we must come into the body.
Because the body knows how to hold multiple truths at once.

The mind will naturally try to resolve, to explain, to give shape and meaning.
That’s its gift.
But the body doesn’t need to understand to know.
Its intelligence is sensation—direct, present, and whole.
When we allow both to serve in their rightful roles—
insight and integration begin to work together.

This is the beauty and intensity of the moment we’re in.
Origin stories are resurfacing.
Old wounds are flaring.
Truths that were once ignored are now in our faces.

Because we are no longer here to bypass.
We are here to meet it differently this time.

And yes—the path to simplicity is often chaos at first.
But the question remains the same:

How will you meet it now?
In this life, in this body, in this breath?

That is where the healing begins.
And ends.
And begins again.

05/30/2025

“Lineage Is Something You Remember”

If you slow down long enough…
and really look at what’s moved you through your life—
the music, the rituals, the lands, the colors, the stories—
you’ll start to see something.

A map.
A pattern.
A remembering.

Not just from this life,
but from the ones beneath it.

Because your soul didn’t begin here.
And your lineage doesn’t end with your skin.

I’ve come through in a blonde, blue-eyed, Norwegian body.
And in this world, that often comes with shame.
But I’ve danced rhythms I never studied.
Felt systems before I named them.
Seen myself on horseback—sometimes as a Viking, sometimes as a chief—
always protecting the land.

Kabbalah didn’t come to me through trend.
It’s been with me for over 25 years.
Like the Tree of Life was growing in me before I had the words for it.

These weren’t interests.
They were instructions.
They didn’t come through bloodlines.
They came through my bones.

So I’ve stopped asking if I’m allowed to feel what I feel.
I’ve stopped waiting for the world to explain my resonance.

Because lineage isn’t performance.
It’s presence.
It’s not duplication.
It’s devotion.

It’s what calls you without logic.
What breaks you open with no name.
What your body remembers even when your mind forgets.

So if you’ve ever felt like you don’t belong…
like your roots don’t match your reflection…
look deeper.

You are not here by mistake.
You are not misplaced.
You are the exact expression your soul chose.

Let yourself remember.
Let yourself belong to something older than blood.

Because lineage isn’t just what you inherit.
It’s what you came to remember.
And remembering… is holy.

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05/29/2025

“You Are the Living Lineage”

Living as a lineage carrier now doesn’t mean recreating ancient rituals perfectly.

It means listening.
It means tracking the codes that live in you—even if no one handed you a scroll or gave you a name.

Since I was young, my body has moved in ways no one taught me.
People have asked if I studied African dance—because of the way I hold rhythm and drop into the floor.
I’ve been magnetized by yogic teachings, Buddhist texts, Chinese meridian systems… not as philosophies to master, but as languages my body somehow remembered.

The call toward Indigenous and earth-based traditions came just as naturally.
Dreams, relationships, ceremonies—I was never chasing a label.
I was responding to what stirred something real in me.

These weren’t interests.
They were instructions.

And often, they came without explanation.
Without belonging to a singular place or people.
Without external confirmation.
Only the quiet knowing that something sacred was asking to move through me.

And yes—I walk in a blonde, blue-eyed body.
But energy doesn’t follow the rules of appearance.
It follows the resonance of truth.

Sometimes what you’re here to carry can’t come through an unbroken line.
It has to come through you.

That’s not spiritual entitlement.
That’s soul design.
Your soul chose this body, this time, this path—for a reason.

Some lineages had to break—so they could be remembered in a new way.
Not through duplication.
But through devotion.

Reflection:
What movements, sounds, languages, or symbols have always felt like home… even if you were never taught them?

Those might be your lineages.
Even if they arrived unnamed.

Honor the unseen. Embody the real.
You are the living lineage.

Next: A closing reflection to help you remember what lineage really is—and how it’s always been with you.

05/28/2025

“The Teacher Within”

There was a time I bowed too deeply.
To the ones with titles.
The ones who spoke well.
The ones I thought had access to something I didn’t.

But over time, I started to see something.
Some teachers couldn’t receive.
Some could hold space, but not feedback.
Some invited devotion but deflected intimacy.

And I realized: this isn’t mastery—it’s performance.
Not always intentional, not always conscious—but performance nonetheless.

And I had to face where I’d performed too.
Where I confused spiritual knowing with validation.
Where I shaped myself to be seen instead of trusted what I saw.

When I found Kabbalah, it wasn’t through a lineage-ordained teacher.
It came through resonance. My system lit up.
I didn’t choose it—it chose me.

And in the years since, I’ve realized something even deeper:
True lineage lives in frequency, not form.
It’s not always the teacher with the microphone who holds the clearest code.
Sometimes it’s the person right next to you—quiet, grounded, unseen by most—
who’s become the tradition through lived experience.

I’ve also seen where I’ve been overlooked…
Not because I lacked depth, but because I didn’t fit someone’s projection.
That used to hurt. Now I see it as clarity.

Because my body learned the difference—
between someone who spoke truth and someone who embodied it.

And sometimes the message that didn’t resonate
was the very invitation to trust myself more deeply.
Spirit often used contradiction—through psychics, channels, or teachers—
to see if I would finally choose my own knowing.
And slowly, I did. Still do.

Because the teacher is never the source.
They’re a mirror.
And if they can’t reflect you back,
it’s not a cue to shrink—it’s a cue to see yourself more clearly.

You don’t have to abandon devotion.
But you do have to stay sovereign.

Next post: What it means to live as a lineage carrier now—
not to preserve the old, but to embody the real.

05/27/2025

We talk a lot about honoring lineage.
But what happens when the line has already broken?

Across cultures, so many traditions have been lost—displaced by war, buried by colonization, or diluted over time. Kabbalah, Indigenous teachings, African spirituality, Eastern medicine, earth-based codes… most of what we now reach for already carries fracture. For a while, I grieved that.

But then something softened.
What if the break is the teaching?

What if Spirit allows certain lines to rupture—not to erase the sacred, but to reseed it in someone willing to carry it differently?

Because lineage doesn’t live in repetition.
It lives in relationship.

If we’re repeating without feeling…
If we’re following out of habit, not embodiment…
Then maybe we’re protecting the form, not the medicine.

I’ve spent years drawn to lineages that don’t match my skin.
Kabbalah lit me up like a cellular remembering. I’ve moved like someone trained in African dance without ever studying it. I’ve been shaped by Indian yogic teachings, Traditional Chinese Medicine, Buddhist philosophy—and recently, the Māori lineage was named in a soul reading. None of this felt “new.” It felt known.

These weren’t academic interests.
They were soul echoes.

You don’t need a robe to carry resonance.
You don’t need approval to feel what’s real.

Sometimes the line breaks so you can become it.

Next post: What happens when you stop waiting for a teacher to reflect your truth—and realize it’s already living in your body?

05/25/2025

Timeless Truth: “Hold the Line”

A reflection on staying centered in truth when the world pulls you toward distortion.

There will be times when the group doesn’t see it.
When your family can’t hold it.
When your truth doesn’t match the room you’re standing in.

Hold the line anyway.

This isn’t about being right.
It’s about not abandoning the part of you that knows.

Because when things get messy—when trauma resurfaces,
when distortion creeps in through familiar patterns—
your old self will want to disappear.
To collapse.
To contort into something more palatable.

But your healed self is asking you to stay.

To stay in the body.
To stay in clarity.
To stay with what’s true.

Holding the line doesn’t mean you have all the answers.
It means you’re listening to a deeper intelligence
that’s guiding you through reactivity, through pain,
into presence.

This is how power returns to the system.
Not from force—
but from continuity of alignment
in the face of chaos.

And the more you practice it,
the more your system learns:
“I don’t have to abandon myself to belong.”

Sometimes, truth isn’t held by the collective.
Sometimes, it’s held by one steady nervous system
that becomes the mirror for what’s real.

This is what it means to hold the line.

05/18/2025

Timeless Truth: The Nature of Truth
An offering for the ones learning how to stay.

At a training a couple weeks ago, someone shared a quote from Yogi Bhajan.

Before reading it, they said,
“Even though he’s being canceled…”

And something in me lit up—
not with judgment, but with clarity.

Because this tendency to cancel—to exile, shame, or discard someone as too distorted to be of value—is one of the strongest collective distortions alive today.

Cancel culture isn’t accountability.
It’s the collective mind, overwhelmed by pain,
trying to offload discomfort onto one person.

We point. We shame.
We call it justice.
But often… it’s transference.

Someone triggers us.
Instead of meeting the discomfort, we exile it.
We gather others to agree.
And for a moment, we feel safe.
We feel good. We feel “right.”

But it’s a false clarity.
Because it doesn’t heal anything.

If you’ve ever joined a canceling wave, ask yourself:
Was I seeking truth… or relief?

Cancel culture is what happens when we’ve exiled so many parts of ourselves,
we need someone else to carry the shame.

We forget: all humans carry distortion.
We confuse the teacher with the teaching.
The human with the frequency.
The past with the present.
The fear with the truth.

Even sacred medicine comes through messy vessels.
That doesn’t excuse harm—
but it does call for nuance.

And what I’m noticing now is how fast we turn—
how quickly we discard what we once loved
the moment something hidden comes to light.

But truth doesn’t ask us to exile.
It asks us to see.

To look at what’s buried—yes—
but to hold it with honesty, not hysteria.
With presence, not projection.

What if cancel culture is just the collective way of saying:
“I don’t know how to hold this pain yet.”

This is why we need more capacity.
More discernment.
More people willing to stay in the complexity
instead of rushing to the comfort of certainty.

Because the real revolution isn’t in who we take down—
It’s in who we’re willing to stay with.
Especially when things get uncomfortable.

Let’s not build a new world
using the energy of the old one.

Let’s build it with truth.
Even when it’s complicated.
Especially when it’s complicated.

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