A radiant Black girl stands grounded in the cosmos, her hair rising like a celestial flame of intuition and ancestral power. Drawn in bold vector strokes with animated grace, she wears a flowing dress infused with crystal motifs, her gaze steady and sovereign. Surrounding her, luminous spheres of rose quartz, amethyst, and lapis lazuli orbit in slow, intentional movement—each one pulsing with codes of protection, remembrance, and expansion. The backdrop hums with cosmic indigo and violet hues, hinting at a galactic temple unseen by the ordinary eye. Her presence says: I don’t chase energy—I generate it.

Crystal Scripts

Crystal Scripts Energetic Prescriptions for the Soul-Aligned You didn’t arrive here by accident. Your energy has been speaking long before your conscious mind caught up. The tension in your chest. The pull toward clarity. The desire to feel protected, seen, expanded, whole. You’ve been doing the work, showing up, staying present through the unraveling—and now you’re ready to move differently. You don’t need more guesswork. You need precise energetic tools that meet you where you are and elevate everything. This is where I come in. Crystal Scripts are my sacred response to your unspoken prayers. I tune in to the nuances of your energy field—the subtle rhythms, the hidden blockages, the dormant codes asking to be activated. I read your body’s frequency like a language…

A dark brown woman walks barefoot across a golden desert at dusk, her flowy earth-toned dress lifted gently by the wind. The camera captures her from behind, mid-step, with each footprint behind her glowing faintly with unseen light. The horizon stretches wide and open, mountains casting long shadows, as the warm amber sky envelops the entire scene in a sense of reverence and quiet revelation. She moves forward without hesitation, her presence commanding and soft all at once. There is no rush—only rhythm. Her path doesn’t erase the past—it transforms it.

Releasing Insecurity

Releasing Insecurity Last week, I caught myself shrinking. Again. I was about to speak up—heart open, words ready—and suddenly, this familiar fog rolled in, as if to block the flow of thought within me, to prevent me from expressing something at work and with someone I care about. It didn’t come loud or chaotic. It came quietly, like a shadow sliding across my chest. The kind of doubt that doesn’t just question my idea—it questions my right to say it out loud. My body tensed. My voice softened. I adjusted my posture, my tone, my presence. And I didn’t say what I really wanted to say. In that moment, I recognized what was happening—insecurity moving through my space again. I asked myself if I invited…

A stylized 3D animated 6 year old Black girl sits cross-legged on her bed, surrounded by glowing stars painted on the walls. Her room feels like a galaxy—soft purples, deep blues, and golden constellations gently pulsing with light. She wears cozy pajamas with crescent moons, her big 2 strand twists wrapped in a silk scarf. She’s holding a well-loved storybook in her lap, eyes wide as she listens to the words being read by a glowing spirit guide beside her—a translucent, gentle figure made of stardust and memory. The lighting is cinematic and dreamy, in the style of DreamWorks. Her features reflect Moon Girl meets Proud Family—expressive, soulful, and full of wonder. Around her, magical sparkles rise like fireflies, a very loved off white teddy bear with a worn nose, watch in quiet reverence. This is a moment of safety, love, and deep ancestral presence.

Reconnect. Reclaim. Rise. through the Wisdom of Your Inner Child

✨ Reconnect. Reclaim. Rise. through the Wisdom of Your Inner Child ✨ There’s a voice inside you that never went silent. That inner child learned to whisper in chaos. To adapt to survive. To stay small to stay safe. They remember everything—what made you light up, what made you shut down, and what you were forced to carry before you had words for the weight. They’re not looking to stay stuck in the past. They’re looking for you. This isn’t just a reading. This is a homecoming. Book a session now An Inner Child Reading with me through Healing through Visions is a sacred space—alive with remembrance, safety, and intuitive care. We meet your inner child together at the frequency they exist in now. Not…

A quiet altar rests on a deep indigo cloth, adorned with clear quartz, rose quartz, and black tourmaline arranged in a soft protective grid. A single beeswax candle flickers gently beside a small mirror, a pouch of lavender, mugwort, and rosemary. Sprigs of sage and bay leaf rest in a ceramic dish nearby. The air shimmers subtly, carrying the sense that the altar is alive—aware, listening, and ready to receive whatever truth enters its field.

What is Visionary Guidance?

What is Visionary Guidance? (And what it’s not) Let’s be clear. Visionary Guidance is not fortune-telling. It’s not predictive. It’s not performative. And it’s definitely not entertainment. It’s not a list of generic messages. It’s not rooted in fear, guilt, or someone else’s authority over your path. This is soul work. This is resonance. This is deep listening—between you, your guides, your energy field, and the sacred space we open together. Book a Session Now When you book a Visionary Guidance session through Healing through Visions, you’re not coming to be fixed. You’re not looking for someone to save you. You’re meeting yourself in real time—through reflection, remembrance, and insight that speaks to all parts of you. I tune into what’s true—not just what’s loud….

A wide open sky filled with storm clouds in motion—swirls of deep violet, steel gray, and midnight blue. From the center, a jagged burst of golden light erupts upward, cutting through the clouds like a revelation. The lightning doesn’t strike—it radiates. The scene hums with power, not fear.

Healing Isn’t Always Soft

Healing Isn’t Always Soft A grounded reminder on what transformation really feels like Healing doesn’t always come gently. While stillness, calm, and reflection have their place, there are phases of healing that feel loud, raw, and deeply uncomfortable. That discomfort isn’t failure—it’s feedback. It’s your system reorganizing itself. When you begin to heal in real time, your nervous system may activate in unexpected ways. You might feel waves of anger after years of suppressing it. You might feel grief after setting a boundary that protects your peace. You might speak your truth and then collapse into exhaustion because your body isn’t used to holding that much power out loud. This is something I remind my clients often: discomfort is not a sign that something is…

A surreal, sacred threshold opens before you—representing the unseen experience of holding space. A dark, industrial room gives way to a glowing cosmic portal framed by walls of fluid light and shadow, shaped like softened stone and golden silk. The edges ripple, not violently, but like a breath being held with reverence. Beyond the portal, stars swirl through a violet and indigo sky—an infinite field of possibility, memory, and transformation. The ground glistens with light, reflecting the mystery ahead like a mirror to your inner world. This isn’t just a visual—this is a frequency. The image holds you. It invites you to soften, to trust, to remember that something sacred happens when we choose to stay present. This is what holding space looks like from the inside: quiet, vast, and alive.

What Holding Space Really Means

What Holding Space Really Means And Why It’s a Sacred Practice Holding space isn’t a trendy term I toss around. It’s how I live. It’s how I love. It’s how I listen when someone’s soul is whispering louder than their voice. When I hold space, I’m not fixing you. I’m not trying to pull you out of your storm. I’m standing with you, anchored in trust, knowing that your wisdom will rise in its own time. My job is not to guide the path, but to honor it. To hold space is to open the door and say: you’re welcome here, just as you are. Presence Is the Practice This isn’t about saying the right words. It’s about being in the right energy. You can…

A radiant Black woman stands gracefully beneath a cosmic sky, her eyes closed in deep presence as a luminous spiral of golden light swirls from her open palm. Her textured hair is adorned with a shimmering headband, and her golden dress glows with delicate beadwork, echoing the stars above. The golden spiral floats effortlessly in the air, alive with fine threads and tiny points of light, forming a sacred geometry that seems to pulse with intelligence. She appears both grounded and celestial—a living bridge between realms, channeling unseen frequencies into form. This is not just a moment—it is a transmission of power, remembrance, and divine creativity.

What Is Creativity?

What Is Creativity? Creativity isn’t a performance. It’s a presence. A frequency. A felt sense that hums beneath the noise. It’s a way of listening to what’s already speaking through the body, through the breath, through the spaces between thoughts. It’s not just about making art or writing something profound. Creativity is about connecting what’s often left unconnected—ideas, emotions, memories, patterns, energies. It’s hearing a lyric and instantly knowing what your next move is. It’s watching a child build something from nothing and remembering you’ve always had that power too. It’s being in the checkout line, zoning out, and suddenly feeling clarity drop in like an answered prayer. Creativity is a bridge It carries us across timelines and initiations. It links the sacred and the…

A luminous, galaxy-glazed ceramic mug sits on a sunlit wooden counter, glowing in deep shades of indigo, amethyst, and molten copper. Wisps of steam spiral upward in fluid, ethereal curves, catching the light like spirit breath rising from a sacred brew. The soft morning sun filters through a nearby window, casting a warm golden glow across the surface. In the blurred background, a quiet stove and silver kettle hint at the ritual just completed. The entire scene hums with warmth, presence, and quiet magic—an everyday altar in motion. The words ShaaniCreates and Healing through Visions rest gently in the corners, anchoring this image in sacred purpose.

Drinking Tea is a Ritual

Drinking Tea is a Ritual This is not just a drink. This is a ceremony. A signal. A sacred act wrapped in steam and stillness. The moment I reach for my favorite mug, I begin the ritual. My body already knows. The hum of the electric kettle isn’t just sound—it shifts the frequency around me. It tells my spirit: come home now. My nervous system begins to settle before I take a single sip. There’s no rush. No demand. Just rhythm. Just breath. Just presence. I open the cabinet or reach into my stash. I don’t overthink. I listen with my body. My hands land on exactly what I need. Loose leaf treasures in a glass jar. A hand-wrapped teabag filled with roots and blooms….

A heavy, weathered trunk glows with otherworldly light at the bottom of a dark, swirling lake. Suspended by a molten-gold chain, the chest radiates energy from within—mysterious, ancient, and alive. This is not just a container. It is a sealed threshold holding ancestral truths, soul contracts, sacred rage, and buried power. A visual metaphor for Mars in Cancer in the 8th house—emotional depth, inherited strength, and transformation waiting to rise.

Mastering the Unseen

Mastering the Unseen What They Never Told You About Mars in Cancer Some people say my Mars is debilitated. That it doesn’t belong in Cancer. That it doesn’t know how to fight, or lead, or make moves. I say my Mars is a sacred vortex of primal power. A gatekeeper of ancestral memory. A sacred, simmering force that doesn’t perform power—it embodies it. It holds centuries of survival and transformation in every breath I take. It took me years to understand what this energy actually was. Not because it wasn’t always with me, but because the world I was raised in had no language for it. Mars in Cancer, retrograde, sitting in the 8th house at 29 degrees—it felt like carrying a wildfire under still…

In a timeless library steeped in shadow and light, a single open book radiates with divine energy from the marble floor, its pages glowing with ethereal force. From its core, a luminous beam of light ascends into the ceiling’s celestial portal, calling down unseen frequencies. Dozens of spectral butterflies—shimmering like soul glyphs—emerge and rise with grace, swirling in the sacred current. They drift between towering wooden shelves lined with ancient tomes, each one holding memories older than time. The entire scene pulses with reverence, as if the space itself is bearing witness to a soul unlocking its truth. This is not a place of learning. This is a portal of remembering.

Awaken the Truth Within

Awaken the Truth Within Akashic Records Reading with Healing through Visions Your soul carries memory beyond memory. And the Akashic Records—often called the library of all existence—hold it all. Every moment you’ve lived, every lifetime you’ve touched, every lesson, gift, wound, desire, contract, vow, and choice—recorded. Not as punishment. Not as judgment. But as wisdom. As insight. As a map for your becoming. The Akashic Records are the energetic archive of everything your soul has ever experienced. They are alive, fluid, and sacred—woven through Spirit, vibration, and truth. When I access the Records on your behalf, I do so with honor and devotion. I ask for permission with integrity. I follow sacred protocols. I enter only when invited, and I listen with my whole being….

Type to search