Juniper Spiritual Healing, LLC

10/08/2025

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10/07/2025

If you've been struggling, let me lean in and whisper this from my heart: you are not a failure.

You are breathing through some of the hardest chapters of your life and still waking up every morning to try again. That alone is an act of courage.

We’ve been taught to find safety in our routines, our plans, our little daily rituals that make the world feel predictable. And yet, when the ground starts to tremble—when life changes without warning and 'normalcy' slips through the cracks—it can feel like we’ve somehow done something wrong. Like if we were stronger, smarter, more disciplined, maybe we’d have kept control. But, sweet soul, it’s not your fault. You have already tried hard enough in your own way.

In times like these, it’s so easy to pull back, to isolate, to convince ourselves that we’re the only ones drifting out at sea. But I promise you: you are not alone.

Every single person you pass on the street is carrying their own unseen storms. We are all here together, side by side on this same shaky ground. And truthfully? None of us really know what to do next. And that’s okay.

Because underneath the chaos, there is something larger than all of us—something that holds us even when we feel untethered.

Call it the Universe, Source, God, Spirit, your ancestors, your guides… however you name it, there is a quiet net of safety and protection woven around you.

Guardian angels, divine helpers, unseen hands—yes, they are real, and they are closer than you think.

Even when you feel lost, your soul has not lost its way. Even when you feel powerless, your spirit is still strong. You are still guided. You are still held.

You’re allowed to not know what comes next. You’re allowed to be tired. You’re allowed to not have the right words or the right timing. None of that means you’re doing it wrong. It means you’re human—and you’re moving through something hard.

We don’t always get clarity in the moment. Sometimes we only see the meaning of a season after we’ve made it to the other side. But that doesn’t mean the support isn’t here. It doesn’t mean you’re alone.

You haven’t missed your path. You haven’t messed everything up. Life is just heavier right now—and you’re doing your best under the weight of it all. That’s not weakness. That’s strength.

So if all you do today is show up, I want you to know: that's big. That matters.

So let this be your reminder: your power was never in having everything figured out. Your power is in your presence, your resilience, your quiet willingness to keep going without proof of what’s ahead.

And no matter how uncertain things feel, please remember this—you are still in your life. It’s still happening. It’s not paused. It’s not ruined. You haven’t fallen behind. You’re in it, right now, growing through what you can’t yet name.

Keep showing up however you can. One breath, one hour, one small step at a time. You are doing an incredible job. Truly.

And you don’t have to feel brave to be brave. You’re already doing it.

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10/05/2025

This video was originally posted on TikTok in December 2023. Jenny is a beloved client of mine who had an amazing experience connecting to her departed husband, Chris. It was my absolute honor to facilitate that connection. I wanted to share her insight here, with you all. 🫂💖

10/02/2025

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10/01/2025

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09/30/2025

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09/29/2025

09/29/2025

Lately, more and more of the people who are finding their way to me aren’t “just” clients. They’re intuitive empaths, healers, and lightworkers themselves—even if they don’t quite call themselves that yet.

They book their reading knowing deep down that there’s something different about them, but they’re still learning to trust what they feel.

So many tell me they felt led to me in ways that make my heart light up. Explaining that they’ve stumbled across countless references to juniper trees, the name 'Christine' or the location of Salem, New Hampshire—over and over until they couldn’t ignore it anymore. When they share these stories with me, it never feels like coincidence. Spirit moves with such quiet precision, placing us in each other’s paths at exactly the right moment.

It’s humbling and beautiful because I remember standing exactly where they are now. I remember being completely un-trained, knowing there was something inside me I couldn’t fully explain—needing someone else to validate my experience because I couldn’t yet trust it myself. I remember sitting in my own training thinking, “No one should have to figure this all out alone."

I remember my deep inner knowing that more of us would be coming to Earth in waves, waking up to our callings, and needing guidance. I also remember my own resistance—the heaviness of the responsibility terrified me. I fought it until I couldn’t anymore.

We’re living through a unique time in our world—war, chaos, hate, destruction. And in the midst of all of it, lightworkers are being 'switched on' in a major way. It’s a calling, a signal from the soul saying, “Step forward now. You’re needed. Surrender."

I surrendered five years ago, and this business was born.

I’ve learned that even the darkness offers its own kind of opportunity. It presses against us, amplifying the whispers of our souls until they become impossible to ignore. It’s in that pressure that we break open, surrender, and create the very cracks through which our light can pour out.

Every time one of you arrives in my space, guided by signs only you could understand, I see the pattern Spirit is weaving. I see how your soul has prepared for this moment. And I see how my own path prepared me to help you walk yours. We’re not here by accident. We’re here because the world needs us—every intuitive heart, every healer, every empath being called to rise.

So if you’re feeling that stirring inside you, trust it.

The world may be dark, but that’s exactly why your light is now waking up.

You were meant to shine.

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09/23/2025

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09/22/2025

I sat down today intending to write something… meaningful. Something you’d want to read. Something that would reach into your own experience and reflect it back with a little more light, a little more clarity. But as I sat here, the strangest thing happened: silence. Not the peaceful, comfortable kind. This was something else.

It was a kind of speechlessness. A stunned, gutted kind of quiet.

A silence that shows up not because there’s nothing to say—but because the weight of what could be said feels too big to even name.

And maybe you know exactly what I mean.

We’re in a moment where everything seems to be... fraying at the edges. Certain things have shifted from unsettling to absurd. What used to be shocking is now just another Tuesday. And for many of us, there are no words left to describe what we’re experiencing.

The body knows something is off. The nervous system is alert.

What may I say?
And what words could possibly match the intensity of all THIS?

I’ve found myself wondering if the usual 'go-to' spiritual practices can appropriately hold this moment—Meditation. Visualization. Grounding. Breathwork. Prayer. Cleansing. Chanting. They’re all beautiful. And they're still incredibly useful.

But they don’t necessarily remedy the soul-level ache that arises when we experience a sense of unraveling in real time.

Because what we’re moving through now isn’t just personal. It’s collective. We are feeling this deeply. Not just intellectually or emotionally—but on a soul level. And when life moves into that kind of depth, sometimes the only response available is stillness.

So maybe—just maybe—feeling speechless is appropriate. Maybe it’s the most honest thing I can feel right now. And maybe the act of honoring my loss for words, is in itself an act of presence. An act of truth. An act of connection.

Because if you're feeling it too—if you're speechless, overwhelmed, numb, tired, or furious—I just want you to know: I’m with you. You are not imagining the weight of this moment. You are not broken for feeling disconnected or disoriented.

Maybe the real medicine is that even in the speechlessness, we can still feel each other. Even without words… we can still see each other... and our presence still speaks–loudly.

Connection doesn’t always need conversation. It doesn’t necessarily require the right phrasing or spiritual insight or comforting explanation.

Sometimes it’s just the knowing that someone else is here, too—also wide-eyed, also holding their breath, also doing their best to make sense of the senseless.

And that very essence of connection is a language older than words.

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09/19/2025

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09/18/2025

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