I say no more shall we accept their rules and their lies, the answers we seek are solely inside. Allow my gifts to help you find your way to the light and to invoke within your own gifts to illuminate your path.

I am a humble soul on a quest to reach as many lost souls as I can, to aid in humanity’s return to the light. For too long we have stalled out, repeating the mistakes of our ancestors. Stagnation fills this place.

Disclaimer: While I do hold an Associates Degree in Applied Science in Healthcare, I am not a licensed medical professional. This is not medical advice. If you're having a medical concern, please contact a medical professional. This is an opinion piece based solely on my personal connection to this subject and my personal experience as a Reiki Practitioner.

You will find raw, Soul poetry here. Each piece has been channeled through me for a purpose. If you find yourself reading this, perhaps that too, is for a purpose.

You will find raw, Soul poetry here. Each piece has been channeled through me for a purpose. If you find yourself reading this, perhaps that too, is for a purpose.

Church hurt is real. Division is real. But have we gotten to the point where people can no longer wee Jesus in the church? What would happen if we looked back at the early church and asked whether we're still reflecting Him today?

Sometimes the way God calls us to fight looks different than we expect. Prayer, praise, forgiveness and obedience may seem simple, but they can change how we respond when life becomes difficult. This article explores what Scripture teaches about seeking God's strategy, staying focused on Jesus and learning when to stand, when to pray and when to let God fight the battle.

What if someone saw through your strongest armor and chose to stay anyway? This poem is a promise of loyalty, hope, and unwavering presence for someone fighting battles no one else can see. Through storms, broken pieces, exhausted breaths, and impossible days, one heart quietly says: *I’m here.* It’s about finding light in someone’s darkness, becoming their safe place, and choosing them—not just for today, but for every tomorrow.

When a Name Full of Life Becomes Lifeless How do you accept the death of someone whose very name seems to whisper *life*? I’ve always believed in fate, but losing you made acceptance feel impossible. I swallowed my tears many times, yet that day, they refused to stay hidden. Your address may still be crowded, but without you, it feels painfully empty. They say life goes on and, perhaps, it does. But some losses leave questions that time cannot answer. “How can a name full of life be life-less?” This is not just about death. It is about the words left unsaid, the tears, and the goodbye that never came.

Twelve hours. Miles apart. Yet somehow, the heart knows no distance A poem about deep longing, where distance feels heavy, time feels endless, and memories keep two hearts connected through love and uncertainty. But beneath the sadness is something more powerful: a love that refuses to disappear. Through sleepless hours, dreams, inner battles, and moments of emotional upheaval, the speaker discovers that distance cannot erase a genuine connection. What begins as a story of separation slowly becomes a reflection on devotion, resilience, and the kind of love that leaves a permanent mark on the heart. If you have ever missed someone so much that hours felt like days, memories felt like home, and love felt stronger than distance, this poem may speak directly to you. Read it—and let the twelve hours tell you what the heart struggles to say.

Warm, familiar, and delicious, Vanilla may be one of the world’s most recognizable aromas, but “The Sweet One” has a story far richer than its familiar scent suggests. In this installment of The Power of 29, we journey from the vanilla orchid and its Indigenous roots to the remarkable story of Edmond Albius, explore the connection between aroma, pleasure, and memory, and discover why wellness doesn’t always have to be about fixing something. Sometimes creating a moment simply because it feels wonderful is reason enough. After all, pleasure belongs in the apothecary, too. 🤎🌿

A reflection on the inner voice we carry, the one that both protects and limits us, and the choice to finally step into silence and selfhood.

Distractions are everywhere, and even good things can pull our attention away from what matters most. In this personal reflection, I share how pain led me toward distraction and avoidance, and how God, worship, CBT strategies and intentional choices helped me begin refocusing and healing. Sometimes overcoming distraction means recognizing what we're running from and choosing to turn our attention back toward Christ.

Following Jesus isn't always comfortable. Through personal experiences, this reflection explores how God uses uncomfortable moments to grow our faith, deepen our compassion, and remind us that people often need genuine love and presence more than easy answers.

I carry this burden so you could be free of all inequities. I saw you weep and mourn me until I was no more.

I hunger for you. Your lips quench my thirst. I follow you through the garden. Hoping for one touch of your garment.

Our Orthodox Christian faith cannot be entirely expressed in our words; our faith and actions express this faith

Holy Icons are rooted in the Incarnation; we do not ascribe the divine glory due to God alone to anybody but God (Father, Son, Holy Spirit) alone; the only image we worship is Jesus Christ, the image of the invisible God

Through Scripture and personal testimony, this article explores the reality of the spiritual realm, the power of prayer, and the importance of discernment. It encourages believers to recognize that spiritual battles and mental health struggles are not always the same, pointing readers to Christ, biblical truth, prayer, and wisdom in every circumstance.

This personal account explores a woman's battle with debilitating anxiety and agoraphobia following a traumatic realization about human nature and trust. After her husband’s betrayal shattered her optimistic worldview, she struggled with the belief that her persistent fear was a spiritual failure or a sin. Through continued study and devotion, she discovered that physiological fear is a natural part of life rather than a lack of faith. The narrative emphasizes that while one cannot control the body's initial response to stress, one can choose to respond with perseverance and trust in a higher power. Ultimately, she frames her suffering as a tool for spiritual growth and a means to offer hope to others facing similar mental health challenges. Overcoming her shame, she concludes that enduring these trials serves to strengthen faith and reveal divine purpose.