A striking portrait of a Black woman with a calm, resolute expression, her face illuminated against a stormy sky. Dark blue, smoke-like currents swirl around her, representing chaotic or disruptive energies, yet she remains untouched and steady, embodying strength, discernment, and energetic protection.

Parasites Beware

Parasites Beware Discernment with Drainers and Deceivers Protection lives at many levels. Sometimes it feels like a gentle embrace, a reminder to breathe and realign. Other times it feels like armor, the firm decision to say no and walk away. However it shows up, protection is a sacred act of honoring your energy, your time, and your spirit. I wrote an article called Spiritual Protection: A Beginner’s Guide to Aligned Living where I share the foundation of this practice. That piece speaks to the essentials—choosing clarity, peace, and sovereignty as daily acts of devotion, remembering that your energy is sacred, and learning to hold yourself with intention. It offers a gentle doorway for those beginning to walk the path of energetic care. This writing carries…

A radiant Black woman with natural afro-textured hair sits cross-legged on a woven circular mat, wrapped in a loose burnt-orange robe. Sunlight streams through a nearby window, illuminating her skin and casting soft shadows across the floor. She rests one hand on her womb and the other on her chest, surrounded by plush cushions, leafy green plants, and a sense of sacred stillness. The scene captures a moment of embodied peace, self-connection, and gentle reflection.

Living in Alignment

Living in Alignment Creating a Life of Ease, Grace and Flow Living a life of struggle is not meant to be my baseline. I know this in my bones, even when the world tries to convince me otherwise. I moved through seasons where stress was constant, where being strong meant being silent, where exhaustion felt like proof that I was doing something right. I no longer resonate with that rhythm. I no longer crave the approval that comes from suffering. I am choosing something deeper. Softer. Truer. I consciously choose to live a life of ease because I know what it feels like to live without it. I carried more than my share. I overextended myself for people, roles, and expectations that never gave back….

Bathed in the golden glow of living energy, a radiant Black woman stands in a field of wildflowers, her presence both fierce and tender. Her locs curl and twist like sacred currents, each one traced with streams of molten light that swirl around her as if obeying an unseen command. The warm radiance at her back meets the cool, moonlit shimmer of her skin, creating a dance of contrast that feels timeless. Her gaze is steady and unshakable, fixed on something beyond the visible, as if reading the currents of existence itself. The air around her hums with movement, the scent of sun-warmed blossoms mixing with the electric tang of magic. She does not chase time. She shapes it, each breath guiding the threads, each intention pulling them into harmony.

Timeweaver

Timeweaver Listening to the Threads and Shaping the Flow Sometimes I feel time before I see it. It hums in my body, a subtle vibration that tells me something is moving beneath the surface. The air shifts around me, lighter in some moments, weighted in others, and I can sense that a turning is near. My breath deepens, my attention sharpens, and my whole being leans toward what is speaking without words. I do not experience time as a straight line. To me, it is an endless, living field where every moment exists at once. My mind may offer labels like past or future, but what I touch is not bound by them. I move through an energetic space where moments meet and intertwine, where…

A Black woman lies in stillness, cradled by warm, peach-toned sheets as soft light radiates from her chest. Blue butterflies dance around her body, symbolizing soul transformation, emotional renewal, and divine guidance. One hand gently rests over her womb space, anchoring her into presence and power. Her face glows with serenity, eyes closed in sacred trust. This image embodies the moment of energetic transmutation—when pain softens, power awakens, and the body remembers its divinity.

Reclaiming Myself

Reclaiming Myself Transmuting Pain through Embodiment, Intention, and Power There comes a point in my journey where reclaiming myself becomes non-negotiable. I stop searching outside for the energy I need. I no longer wait for someone else to soothe my pain, validate my truth, or offer me clarity. Instead, I return to my own body. I choose to embody the energy I once longed for. I meet myself with the presence I used to crave from others. I don’t perform healing—I live it. Even when everything inside me feels tender or undone, I stay. I breathe. I shift. This path doesn’t ignore pain. It honors it. I meet it directly, with presence and truth, then respond with something stronger than despair. I bring intention to…

A Black woman with long locs kneels in quiet reverence before a moonlit altar. Wrapped in a soft robe, she lights a candle with focused care, her hands steady, her spirit grounded. Outside the window, the full moon glows like a watchful guardian. On the wooden altar beside her, a rose quartz crystal, small herbs, and a glass of water rest on a deep blue cloth. The soft flicker of candlelight illuminates her profile, casting gentle shadows that feel like ancestral blessings. The room holds a stillness filled with intention, emotion, and sacred remembering.

Moon Medicine

Moon Medicine Devotion, Inner Cycles, and the Rhythm of Emotional Power The Moon doesn’t just move across the sky—she moves through me. Her rhythm lives in my breath, my blood, my bones. She calls me inward. She doesn’t demand attention; she pulls it, like the tide. She invites me to notice what’s hidden, what’s blooming, what’s unraveling. When I pause long enough to feel her, I start to feel myself more clearly. My emotional landscape sharpens. My intuition rises. My body remembers the ancient truth that I am a cycle too. Moon energy doesn’t ask me to be consistent—it asks me to be reflective and honest. Some days I glow with clarity. Other days I wane. Some nights I disappear entirely. And all of this…

A powerful Black woman sits cross-legged in sacred stillness, surrounded by swirling clouds of crimson and twilight violet. Her silhouette is serene yet commanding, bathed in a soft glow that emanates from her core. A spiral of luminous smoke rises from her womb space, curling upward like a divine transmission from within. The atmosphere feels otherworldly, like standing at the edge of a portal. This image embodies the essence of Healing through Visions—a sanctuary for those called to remember, receive, and rise. It speaks of sacred return, of choosing presence, and of answering the soul’s invitation to come home.

Stay Connected to the Magic

Stay Connected to the Magic Step into a portal of presence, purpose and intuitive guidance Healing through Visions is more than a platform—it’s a sanctuary. A sacred space where energy shifts, clarity rises, and truth flows. When you subscribe, you open a portal. Not just to updates, but to intentional nourishment for your spirit, your journey, and your becoming. This email list is curated with care and aligned, heartfelt transmissions. From guided meditations and ritual prompts to spiritual insights, exclusive offerings, and behind-the-veil reflections—each message serves your expansion. You won’t receive emails every day—only when I have something of substance and soul to share. Your presence is honored, and your privacy is always protected. For the ones who feel the pulse of something greater, who…

A futuristic mystic stands poised in radiant light, embodying the seamless fusion of ancient power and advanced spiritual technology. Her crystalline body glows with subtle circuitry and sacred symbols, while her locs coil like antennas tuning into unseen realms. In her outstretched hand, she holds a luminous orb etched with golden sacred geometry— a living symbol of activation, transformation, and energetic mastery. Rays of light pulse around her like a multidimensional transmission, capturing the moment she channels energy into motion with focus, grace, and divine intention.

Empowering Ways to Release & Shift Energy

Empowering Ways to Release & Shift Energy Releasing and shifting energy is a sacred practice. It’s how we keep our inner landscape clean, clear, and responsive to life’s movements. Energy builds up constantly. Thoughts that loop, emotions we suppress, experiences we haven’t fully digested— all of it can accumulate and settle into the body like static or residue. If left unaddressed, this energetic weight can show up as tension in the shoulders, restlessness in the gut, fatigue that sleep doesn’t fix, or a lingering sense of heaviness that’s hard to name. We’re not meant to hold it all. We’re meant to move it. When you intentionally release and shift energy, you create space. Space for insight. Space for restoration. Space for your intuition to rise….

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…

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting the room in hues of deep amber and gentle rose, a sacred space comes alive with a radiant energy. An ancestor altar, meticulously laid out, becomes the focal point, illuminated by the soft glow of candles whose flames dance with devotion. Crystal vials, filled with shimmering tinctures, capture the last rays of the sunset, their contents radiating magic and empowerment. The scent of frankincense wafts through the air, intertwining with the aroma of roses, creating an ambiance of profound reverence. In this moment, the altar is more than just a physical space; it's a bridge to the ancestors, pulsating with their wisdom, love, and blessings.

Celebrating Hoodoo Heritage Month

Celebrating Hoodoo Heritage Month Hoodoo: A Legacy of Spirit and Strength When we talk about Hoodoo, we touch upon a deep and profound spiritual practice rooted in African traditions. Hoodoo is a distinct form of folk magic that originated among African Americans in the US, primarily in the South. Hoodoo is a potent blend of various African spiritual traditions, indigenous practices, and some European influences, tailored uniquely to the experiences of the African diaspora in the Americas. Why dedicate an entire month to Hoodoo heritage? The significance lies in recognizing and celebrating the resilience and strength of a people who, despite facing unimaginable adversities, managed to preserve and adapt their spiritual traditions. Celebrating Hoodoo Heritage Month is not just an acknowledgment of the past; it’s…

A Black woman stands in a golden field at sunrise, wrapped in a flowing robe the color of sun-warmed honey. Eyes closed and hand resting over her heart, she breathes deeply into the moment, her body soft yet sovereign. The tall grass around her sways in quiet rhythm as the sky glows with possibility. Her presence speaks of embodied wisdom, trust in divine timing, and the sacred act of allowing expansion without force. This image reflects the essence of Jupiter Devotion—a living, breathing reminder that growth is not earned through striving, but allowed through presence.

Jupiter Devotion

Jupiter Devotion Expansion Is My Birthright A Healing through Visions activation I feel the pull of Jupiter in my body before I name it. A hum in my belly. A stretch behind my ribs. A quiet invitation rising in my throat before I’ve even opened my mouth. It doesn’t always happen on a Thursday, though that day carries it strong. Sometimes it comes through the hour ruled by Jupiter, when the air tastes like momentum and the colors in my mind glow gold and blue. Sometimes it visits me when I’m deep in creation, my hands busy, my mind spiraling toward some new possibility I hadn’t touched before. Expansion finds me when I’m craving clarity. When I’m tired of shrinking. When I want to make…

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