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In the Blink of an Eye
What is this life, truly? Look into the mirror. The face staring back is older—lines etched by time’s insistent hand. The girl I once knew—full of dreams, tightroping across life without a safety net—she has vanished, like a whisper in the wind. And yet…like in the Velveteen Rabbit—I am more raw and Real than I’ve… Continue reading
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Word Games
“Ruin a movie by adding one letter.” “Citizen Kanye.” ”I was going to say Pulp Friction, but you win.” Continue reading
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Enlightement
One day, a wise Zen master was sitting in his garden, sipping a cup of tea. A young student approached him, eager to learn about enlightenment. The student asked, “Master, why am I stuck on such a low level of enlightenment? How I can ascend to a higher level?” The master smiled and gestured toward… Continue reading
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Aliens and Things
Channeling the spirit realm is a dance between this world and the world unseen. Spirits with messages to share sometimes step into my consciousness while I’m wide awake—neither asleep or dreaming. Some are “stuck” in the earthly realm, seeking help to release their bonds. Others are here to finish unfinished business, clear up misconceptions, or… Continue reading
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Spiritual Rockstars
I never know who is going to show up from the Spirit realm to vibe with me, sing for me, and shoot the breeze—I just rock n’ roll with it until the next spiritual rock star comes along. Right now, Elvis is in the building! Well, my building anyway. 🕺🏽🤘🎤 The fake colonel // pseudo… Continue reading
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Timing is Everything
Timing is the silent orchestrator of our lives, weaving together moments of opportunity with delicate precision. In 1953 a teenage truck driver named Elvis Presley walked into Sun Records, owned by Sam Philips. He paid $3.98 to record a two-sided acetate disc as a birthday gift for his mother. Impressed by his unique sound and… Continue reading
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Return to Sender
If we are sincere—we are intentional. If we are growing—we are seeking. If we are seeking—we may be offered a gift. That gift will not appear fancy—wrapped in shiny paper and a big bright bow. It may not look anything like a gift. But indeed it is a gift. It may come in the form… Continue reading
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The Spirit Realm Speaks: Mother Mary
At the age of 8, I saw a spirit in my aunt’s old farmhouse, in her sewing room that doubled as the guest bedroom. Curled up under the heavy quilt, I saw him clearly—dressed in black, wearing a black hat—bent over my aunt’s old Singer sewing machine. Seated on the wooden chair, his foot worked… Continue reading
The Wild Pomegranate Tree 
