A serene, mystical scene of a Black woman standing on a rocky shore with a vast ocean behind her. Her arms are raised, and a soft, radiant light emanates from her hands, flowing into the water. The sky is painted with hues of twilight, blending deep purples, pinks, and oranges, symbolizing the healing energy of Ho'oponopono.

Embracing Healing with Ho’oponopono

Embracing Healing with Ho’oponopono Clearing Energy, Restoring Harmony, and Returning to Love Ho’oponopono isn’t something I practice only in ritual. It lives in my breath, in my nervous system, in how I speak to myself when no one is listening. This sacred practice found me during a time of deep unraveling—when my heart needed repair, when I was tired of holding energy that wasn’t mine, when I was ready to remember what peace felt like in my body. As a Certified Ho’oponopono Practitioner, I’ve come to understand this practice not just as a technique, but as a relationship—a living exchange between myself, the divine, and the people, places, and memories I’m ready to release with love. It is a sacred rhythm I return to. It…

A radiant Black woman sits at the head of a long, ancient table, cloaked in deep fabrics that shimmer like galaxies and velvet. Her crown is not just gold; it pulses with memory and magic. Her eyes hold lifetimes. Around her sit five distinct figures, each embodying a different facet of her shadow and strength. One wears a skeletal grin and a top hat, laughing with death and timing. Another is cloaked in feathers and watches with regal distance, protecting the parts that trust slowly. A third glows with molten gold eyes and vine-wrapped limbs, the part that thrives in chaos. The fourth shimmers with cosmic skin, a keeper of visions and the unseen. The last is mist with gemstone tears, carrying the grief that shaped her into something precious. This is not a war. It is a gathering. A feast of power, truth, and transformation. The woman at the head is not haunted by her shadows. She invites them in, feeds them, and listens. She is the architect of the ritual, the fire in the center, the story they all serve.

Feasting with My Inner Villains

Feasting with My Inner Villains A Ceremony of Shadow and Sovereignty There is a table within me. A long, ornate table lit by candlelight and courage. Around it sit the parts of myself I once tried to exile—the inner villains I feared, avoided, and judged. But now I invite them to dine. Not to tame them. Not to fight them. But to listen, to witness, to understand. This is no ordinary feast. This is a ritual of reclamation. Each of these inner archetypes once stormed through my life like uninvited guests, disrupting my peace, stealing my clarity. Doubt told me I was never enough. Anger flared when I felt invisible. Fear froze me in place just as I tried to leap. I used to call…

A Black woman holds a Jet crystal in her open palm as golden light radiates outward, filling the air with warmth and strength. The stone glows with protective energy, symbolizing grounding, resilience, and transformation. Her presence conveys calm and power, embodying the spiritual connection between crystal, body, and ancestral wisdom. The scene reflects the essence of Jet as a companion for protection, presence, and resilience.

Jet Crystal

Jet Crystal A Companion for Protection, Presence and Resilience There are seasons when life feels heavier than I imagined I could carry. The world’s demands press against me, and the voices of doubt grow louder than the sound of my own spirit. In those moments, Jet is one of the tools I reach for to help bring comfort in the experience. Holding this stone in my hand, I feel a quiet reminder move through me that strength does not always roar, sometimes it hums softly beneath the surface, waiting for me to listen. Jet is not only a crystal. It is the memory of ancient trees that stood tall, endured storms, and transformed under immense pressure. To hold Jet is to hold the patience of…

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