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 just-born chick sits nestled in a cracked shell, its wet feathers clinging to its body, eyes wide with quiet awareness. Morning light spills across a dew-kissed field, casting golden rays through the tall grass. The scene holds both the mess and miracle of becoming—fresh breath, broken shell, and a world waiting. The sacred tension between what was and what now is lingers in the air, as if the Earth itself is bearing witness to the beauty of emergence.

Finding Freedom through Radical Acceptance

Finding Freedom through Radical Acceptance I return to myself through acceptance. Not the kind that tolerates just enough to survive, but the kind that opens space for me to thrive. Radical Acceptance invites me to stop fighting what already is and start walking with it—barefoot, breath full, heart soft. I don’t pretend it’s easy. I allow it to be what it is. A practice. A choice. A path. One that continues to teach me what real freedom feels like. What Radical Acceptance Means for Me Radical Acceptance is not a trend. It’s not spiritual bypassing dressed up in pretty language. For me, it’s the moment I choose to stop abandoning myself. It’s when I drop the performance, the armor, the pressure to heal fast or…

A woman sits quietly at a well-worn desk, wrapped in a soft robe, her feet and hands gently covered. Her posture leans inward—not in defeat, but in surrender. A single candle flickers between her and a blank canvas, illuminating her face in soft, golden light. Around her, scattered art supplies speak of ideas not yet spoken, truths not yet painted. The space holds stillness, grief, and grace. This is the moment between letting go and beginning again—the sacred pause where shadow meets breath, and presence becomes ritual.

Shadow Love Rituals

Shadow Love Rituals Embracing the unseen. Reclaiming the whole. I don’t call it shadow work. I call it Shadow Love. Because what we’re doing here isn’t labor—it’s liberation. This is not about fixing brokenness. It’s about remembering wholeness. Shadow Love is a practice of radical compassion, personal sovereignty, and deep energetic alignment. It’s the sacred act of turning inward with love—not fear—as your guide. The shadows you carry are not your shame. They are not your undoing. They are the parts of you that once had to go into hiding. And now, they are ready to be seen. When you move with the frequency of Shadow Love, you begin to welcome the exiled versions of yourself back home. The soft-spoken one. The overachiever. The silent…

An abstract swirl of layered colors—deep navy, rose, gold, and soft coral—moves like a sacred storm through the frame, forming a fluid spiral at the center. The motion suggests transformation in progress, a vortex of emotion and truth converging into clarity. Each layer bends and curves with purpose, evoking the feeling of breath moving through the body and energy unraveling through the soul. This image reflects the sacred moment of transmutation when old stories collapse and self-remembrance rises from within. It holds the energy of reclamation, power, and grace in motion.

Remembering I Am Enough

Remembering I Am Enough Transmuting the Lie of Too Much and Not Enough I feel it rising again—that pull in opposite directions. That ache in my chest. That strange tension in my belly that tells me something old is moving through. The part of me that wants to speak up, shine, stretch wide into my full expression gets met with the voice that whispers, you’re too much. Almost immediately, another one follows it, quieter but just as sharp, saying, you’re not enough. This dance has lived in me for a long time. Longer than I realized. Longer than I gave myself permission to name. It didn’t start with me. It’s ancestral. It’s a residue passed down through the lineage, through the silences at dinner tables,…

A brilliant beam of rose-gold and indigo light streams from the cosmos, descending into the center of a vast, glowing ripple pool. Each ring of water pulses outward in waves of lavender, sapphire, and electric pink—like echoes of a prayer answered from within. The light doesn’t pierce—it embraces. The surrounding sky holds quiet stars as witnesses, as if the universe itself is in reverent stillness. This is the moment of reclamation. A visual embodiment of radical self-love, cellular healing, and soul transformation.

Loving Myself is the Medicine

Loving Myself is the Medicine A Prayer for Healing and Transformation I no longer wait for permission to be whole. I return to myself—breath by breath, truth by truth—and I find sanctuary in my own presence. This isn’t self-help. This is sacred reclamation. This is me choosing to be my own answer, my own soft place to land, my own fierce and faithful witness. Loving myself is the medicine. It’s not something I chase. It’s something I choose. I choose it in moments that feel heavy with grief, in the silence between sobs, in the tension that lives in my shoulders. I choose it when I look in the mirror and barely recognize the reflection. I choose it when I show up raw and honest…

A sacred moment captured in detail. A Black woman stands barefoot in a circle of glowing candles, surrounded by sunflowers, roses, and petals of marigold and jasmine. Gold coins and dried herbs rest at her feet. Her emerald robe spills onto the earth as her open hands extend in silent offering. The scene pulses with warmth, reverence, and divine receptivity. This is abundance rooted in truth. This is what it means to say yes to more.

Abundance & Prosperity Rituals

Abundance and Prosperity Rituals Rooted in Worth. Guided by Wisdom. Abundance isn’t just about money. It’s about flow. It’s about nourishment. It’s about allowing yourself to receive what supports you—without guilt, without shame, without overexplaining why you deserve it. Abundance and Prosperity Rituals help you reconnect with the truth that you are already worthy. These rituals invite you to remove energetic debris, outdated beliefs, ancestral wounds, and emotional imprints that block or distort your receiving field. They are not about forcing wealth into your life. They are about clearing space so what’s already aligned with you can find you, stay with you, and grow with you. For some, this ritual work opens the gates for financial income and material success. For others, it reveals a…

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 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…

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