Here is my problem with man, woman & child, they protest & reject what i have spoken because you are trying and attempting to derail me, saith Yahweh. I am Emperor Derrail! I do all the derailing; I do this myself. Now, I have watched you attempt to try to bring me to your state of nothingness. I am god alone! There is not any other emperor's aside from me! I am high and lifted up; there is no way to defame me or bring me to nothing! I cannot be derailed. I am the source of life, saith emperor Derrail. I have watched you reject my son whom I showed you is my true son! I called him after myself; i made a smaller version of myself. I said his name before I conceived him. I knew what i wanted to do through him. What he knows and does is not because of his heart or mind. I made him exactly after myself. I created his name and said he will grow to be king Derrail.

This post is my experience with postpartum mental health and how you treat yourself is how you'll feel. Caring for yourself should always be a priority.

Self-growth is sold as hustle and constant improvement- But what if trying to be better starts to feel exhausting? This note is about learning that growth doesn't have to cost your peace. Self-growth isn't a race and is why becoming Slowly is still progress.

This is my introduction to my blog page. This is where I came from, and how I got to where I am now.

Change is inevitable. The twists and turns that come with it sometimes feels like undeafeated obstacles but letting go, letting go is one of the hardest parts of change. How do we change what is already against us? How can change happen so easily with every eb and flow? Does change only happen when we push the throttle onto full speed? Or does it matter what change has in its plans for us? Do we get to have a choice?

How it all began. I think I was 4 years old at this time when it started. This is my story and this is a look into my very first memories of what my childhood was.

Sacred Stories Yoga pathworking meditation exploring shadow work through Hindu mythology. The Asuras aren't demons—they're the parts we've labeled "not spiritual enough." The ambition we call service. The control we name guidance. The shadows wearing yoga clothes, speaking in our teacher voice. This isn't about healing or integrating your shadow. It's about stopping the spiritual performance long enough to admit what's actually there. A guided journey to the well where your shadows live—not to transform them, but to see them honestly. Includes brutally specific integration questions that make spiritual bypassing impossible. Real, messy, culturally humble. Free because sacred work shouldn't have a paywall. For people ready to get uncomfortable.

As a female, have you ever been judged? whether it was an amount of money, looks, or experiences. you're not alone!

I followed IShowSpeed to Africa—especially Kenya—and how watching those unfiltered streams shattered global stereotypes while quietly healing my own relationship with Africa and myself. Through chaos, laughter, and real human connection, the streams revealed an Africa that is present, vibrant, and unapologetically alive—forcing a mindset shift not through explanation, but through visibility.

I was nine years old when my childhood was taken from me. I was hurt by someone I trusted in my community. I did not understand what had happened, only that I was afraid and in pain. When I tried to speak, nothing was done. The adults stayed silent. The person who hurt me faced no consequences. I learned early that my pain was easier to ignore than confront. I grew up carrying the trauma alone. I looked normal on the outside, but inside I was stuck at nine. Fear, shame, and silence followed me into my teenage years and adulthood. Time did not heal it. Silence nearly destroyed me. This is my story. I survived. I broke the silence. And my voice belongs to me.

A bad client doesn't just pay you less; they cost you double in "emotional tax." Most founders are scared to fire them. The Red Velvet Rope Protocol is a qualifying system that filters out " headache clients" before they sign the contract. We use the "P.I.T.A. Score" (Pain In The...) to rate prospects. Here is the formula...

I used to read this parable and think about hearts. Rocky hearts. Thorny hearts. Good soil hearts. Then I started gardening. Now I think about the actual soil. How I’ve planted seeds in ground I didn’t prep and watched them struggle. How weeds have choked out plants I neglected. How the good harvests came from soil I took time to nurture. Jesus used farming metaphors because his audience understood them. They lived it. They knew that good fruit doesn’t come from shortcuts. We’ve lost that connection. But when you work the land, the parables come alive. The Kingdom of God makes more sense with dirt under your nails.

Why do you keep hitting the same wall? Why won't that project launch, that door open, that thing you keep saying you'll start actually... start? This guided pathworking takes you into the Obstacle Garden with Ganesha—the elephant-headed Hindu deity who removes obstacles. And places them. Because sometimes the obstacle isn't the problem. Sometimes it's the teacher. Sometimes it's protection. Sometimes you built it yourself. Walk through a mythological garden where your obstacles become visible. The wall blocking one path. The hedge you built that became prison. The locked gate that saved you. The empty space where nothing stops you except you. Ganesha shows you which obstacles to push through, walk around, sit with, or drop. Because the real obstacle isn't the circumstances—it's the version of yourself too small for what you're becoming. For anyone stuck. Researching instead of doing. Waiting for perfect timing. The obstacles aren't punishment. They're preparation.

The first four months of a new baby are some of the hardest months I've ever done. Between losing your help to feeling alone you go through a lot

A poem on how looking in the mirror at myself has made me feel and slowly climbing out out that deep and dark viewpoint.

This first poem is called "Fractured Mirrors" in this poem I talk about what the mirror can not physically say, but we feel it what it says and it stings

A somewhat detailed description about me; including my hobbies, what I want to write about, and other random things I might throw in.

The song of the hidden twins, created by the source. Chapter one in this stream! Enjoy its an epic saga

So, to start, let's define some meanings. Omnism is the belief that all religions contain some truth, with no single one holding a monopoly on ultimate reality, and that these faiths often share common goals or wisdom, even if their specific doctrines differ. An omnist recognizes and respects various spiritual paths. I am not an omnist.

What does it mean to have an unwanted guest in someone's life and all they want to do is get rid of them but can't? The invisible chaos, the stranger I never asked to join, and the one who stays throughout this lifetime. It is my greatest enemy but also my greatest teacher as it's taught me that true healing begins when I decide it's time to stop pretending everything is fine. Speaking in truth will never be done in silence, as it takes several pushes and shoves to finally fight back and take back control. This unwanted stranger isn't easy to kick out as it stays in the back of my mind constantly. I don't need an angel to blind this creature, I am becoming the angel in the dead of night who shines its glorious light against this darkness.