A radiant Black woman stands wrapped in flowing golden silk, her presence both commanding and serene. Around her, golden Helichrysum blossoms float in warm, glowing light—like whispers of the Sun’s memory made visible. Each petal glows with life force, eternal and unyielding. Her gaze carries clarity, power, and gentle warmth, as if she knows the Sun rises for her. This is the energy of Ra and Helichrysum—eternal light, divine remembrance, and radiant sovereignty made flesh.

Sunday Sun Day

Sunday Sun Day My Light Is My Legacy Sunday carries the luminous, life-affirming energy of the Sun—source of vitality, clarity, purpose, and divine self-expression. The Sun doesn’t ask permission to shine. It radiates because that’s what it was born to do. Just like you. Sun Day is an invitation to return to your essence. To honor your truth without shrinking. To show up for yourself without performance. This isn’t about being perfect. This is about being present—fully, freely, and with reverence for your own light. Colors that align with the Sun include gold, orange, bright yellow, amber, and even warm white. These colors awaken joy, confidence, and visibility. Wearing them on Sunday amplifies your natural radiance and helps you connect to your creative power. These…

A radiant Black woman sits in stillness, surrounded by fractured teal and gold mirrors that curve into a vortex behind her. Her eyes are closed, lips parted in soft release, and a glowing orange light burns in the center of her chest—alive, sacred, untouchable. Her teal gown billows around her like a wave of self-remembering. Though the mirrors around her reflect fragments, she remains whole.

Unmasking Spiritual Malpractice

Unmasking Spiritual Malpractice The Dark Side of Spirituality Spirituality is sacred to me. It’s where I go to remember who I am, to reconnect with meaning, with Spirit, with peace. But I’ve learned that not everything wrapped in spiritual language is rooted in love or truth. Some teachings, some leaders, some communities—hide harm behind divinity. This is spiritual malpractice. And I speak on it because I’ve lived it. I once trusted a spiritual teacher who spoke the language of light—but moved through the world with deception, control, and coercion. At first, the wisdom felt powerful. I thought I had found someone who could see me. But over time, I realized I wasn’t being seen—I was being shaped into someone more manageable. More profitable. Easier to…

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