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Haus of Eleven, Grande Prairie, AB (2025)

10/13/2025

✨ Sisters, we’re so f***ing back ✨

After taking a pause, letting the waters settle and new truth rise I am so excited to sayyyyy… The Akashic Temple returns again this Friday, October 17th at 7pm. ✨🌀🪞💗

And no, this isn’t your soft, surface-level, sip-some-cacao-and-cry circle. This is a temple for the women who are f***ing done pretending. Done performing. Done chasing the illusion of healing instead of the truth of it.

I built this because I’ve been in those rooms, smiling, holding space,but feeling the void… Craving something real.
Something that actually moves the energy, breaks the pattern, and brings you home to yourself.

This is for the women who have been through hell and came back glowing.
The ones who’ve faced their shadows and still want more. The ones who don’t need a guru, they need a mirror.

The Akashic Temple is gritty. It’s holy.
It’s where the edges get burned smooth as the real you walks through the fire.

It’s like that late night basement vibe when you were a kid, with your best girlfriends… half spooky, half sacred, all truth.
That’s the energy.
No fluff. No filters. No faking.

You’ll sit with your edges.
You’ll meet yourself in the dark.
And you’ll be held by women who are doing the same.

If you’re feeling that pull in your gut,
that whisper that says “this is for me,”
it is.

This space isn’t for everyone.
It’s for the ones who are ready to get real.
To cry, to shake, to laugh, to rise, to remember.

🔥 DM me to claim your seat.
We meet in the Temple.
We do the dirty work.
And we come out f**king shining!

09/26/2025

✨ She’s been there the whole time ✨

If there is anyone who has witnessed every single breath you’ve taken…
If there is someone who sat with you in your darkest moments, when you felt so fu***ng alone at rock bottom…
If there is somebody who has quietly celebrated your wins when no one else noticed…

It’s her.
Your inner child.

She has been with you from the very first spark of your conception to this exact moment right now. She has never left you.

Taking her hand , really seeing her, hearing her, holding her, is the key. 🔑

The key to healing your childhood wounds.
The key to breaking generational cycles.
The key to mothering the parts of you that were never held the way you needed.
The key to amplifying your own role in motherhood.

Your inner child is the heartbeat of your healing journey. And she’s ready for you.

I’m here on a mission for the women who are ready.
Ready to go beyond surface-level healing.
Ready to take their self-development and spiritual journey to the next level.
Ready to meet, love, and integrate their inner child.

My hand is out… and so is hers.
We’re ready to welcome you and your inner child into this work. 💗

If your soul is screaming “it’s time”… then it is.
This is your invitation.
To meet her. To love her. To finally heal with her.

Spots are open now for October and they will fill up fast!

✨ Book your 1:1 session today and begin the work that truly changes everything. ✨

09/01/2025

✨Here’s the truth✨

I’ve spent the last year and a half devoted to remembering what my bones already knew.

That I am not just one thing.
That I was never meant to choose between being an Akashic channel and a shamanic dreamer.
I was born to walk in both worlds.

When I open the Records, I don’t just hear cosmic whispers… I hear my ancestors.
Their medicine runs through my blood.

When I guide ceremony, I don’t just “hold space.”
I become the bridge.
The fire of the Blackfoot, the sacred tools of my lineage, the pulse of Spirit, it all moves through me.

This was never about learning something outside myself.
It’s always been about remembering.
Stripping back the noise until only truth remained:
I am a medicine woman.

For a long time I hesitated to claim those words.
Felt like they had to be earned, like I needed permission.
But no one can take away what I am.
The work, the visions, the healing… it was always in me.

And now everything I do is medicine.
Weaving ritual into a wedding ceremony.
Guiding women through their shadows in the Temple.
Lighting sweetgrass on my altar and feeling the room shift.
It’s all the same current.
It’s all the offering.

The deeper I go into my own shadows and my own light, the deeper I can take you.
This isn’t some BS fortune-cookie spirituality, it’s soul surgery.

If you want fluff that makes you feel good for five minutes, I’m not your girl.
If you’re ready to meet your soul in the fire, welcome.

Call it Akashic, shamanic, or medicine, call it whatever you want.
All I know is when you sit with me, you leave changed.
And that’s the point.

Slide into my DMs if you’re fu***ng ready.
Once you step onto this bridge with me, there’s no going back, only deeper.

08/14/2025

🔥 Look babe — The Akashic Temple is tomorrow at 7pm. The portal’s open, the energy’s potent, and you’re not leaving the same woman who walked in. Come ready to shift. Come ready to rise.

08/10/2025

⚡ A New Portal Has Arrived ⚡

There’s a new presence in my space…
A mirror — but not the kind that only reflects your face.
This one reflects your truth.

In this portal, we meet the ones who’ve been waiting:
The child you once were.
The woman you buried.
The ancestor who walks beside you.
The higher self calling you forward.

I’ve always sent mirror work home as homework — guiding you to meet yourself eye-to-eye.
But now… we enter together.

We watch the shedding happen in real time — the jaw soften, the eyes brighten, the years fall away.
We witness the moment the darkness leaves your gaze and your spirit takes up more space in your body.

This is no longer just a session.
This is a return.
A reclamation.
Face-to-face with the soul you came here to be.

“The portal is open. Will you step through?”

📖💗 My books are open, and you can now specially request we spend time in the mirror together — to meet yourself in ways you’ll never forget. 🐍✨

08/10/2025

✨Dreamtime Medicine & Ancestral Visitations ✨

Two nights ago, I dreamt I was searching through a house, knowing my grandma was there… but unable to find her or even be in the same room with her. I could feel her presence, but something kept us apart.

Last night, she came again. This time, we were together. Side by side in a car, fall leaves swirling outside, bonding over our shared love of coffee (of course ☕️). Her hair was long like it was in her younger years, her presence warm and familiar — like no time had passed at all.

In shamanic dreamwork, repetition matters. When the same person or symbol appears two nights in a row, it’s rarely “just a dream” — it’s a summons. Night one was the call, night two was the crossing.

Some ways to work a dream like this:
✨ Notice the setting — a house can symbolize your inner world, a car can symbolize a shared journey.
✨ Pay attention to the season — fall can mean harvesting wisdom or preparing for an inward cycle.
✨ Look for gifts or symbols — like our coffee, which spoke of mutual awakening and daily connection.
✨ Re-enter the dream — in meditation, visualize yourself back in the moment and ask: “What are you here to share with me?”

My grandma Leslie is my angel, my greatest inspiration, my fiercest spiritual ally. When she visits in the Dreamtime, I know it’s because she has something to gift me — and I believe the same is true for you with your own beloveds.

When our loved ones come to us in dreams… it’s never not for nothing.

🌙 Curious about dreamwork — and how to track the web being cast in both the sleeping and waking dream? This is my jam. Let a Sista know… I’ve got you.

08/09/2025

✨ Keeping it real w/ Keelyn ✨

Today wasn’t about some perfectly staged, candlelit ritual made just for Instagram.
It was about meeting myself exactly where I was - messy, unfiltered, and raw.

I woke up in scarcity and self-doubt.
Could’ve blamed it on the full moon, 8/8 portal, my moon time, weird AF dreams, or the collective energy circus that is Lions Gate…
But instead, I chose to reclaim my energy.

Not by running from it.
Not by numbing, scrolling, or smoking it away.
But by staying.
By sitting in my own presence. Watching my thoughts. Challenging the BS beliefs that were fluttering in and out about myself and this world.

I rode the spin bike and let my rage burn itself clean, even though I almost canceled twice…
I went and got my nails done - swapping my usual all-over sparkly pink for a classic french that felt like anchoring into a whole new timeline.
I sat in the sun and cried my eyes out, pouring it all out to my husband while he held space for me.
I was really intentional with my son - no half-assed attention, no background noise.
I took a slow, intentional bath, gave my body some love, and just… stayed with myself until the heaviness shifted.

Now?
I’m here. Rooted. Grounded. Balanced.
Back in the energy of the woman I choose to be.

This is the work.
It’s not always ‘pretty’ - but it’s always worth it.

If you’re craving a space to go this deep, my 1:1 sessions are where we anchor into real, lasting transformation.
Or come join us at The Akashic Temple next Friday, August 15th, for a circle that will meet you exactly where you’re at - shadow, truth, and all.

Let’s do this work together. 🤝💗✨

08/02/2025

✨🔥 Totemically speaking… s**t’s getting real snakkkkey up in this bitttch!

& My snake totem doesn’t come to play. She comes to shed. To strike truth through illusion. To burn the lies we’ve gotten comfortable with.

For years, I wrapped myself in the identity of the chill, laid-back stoner — the overweight girl who loved her stillness, her snacks, her sweet little bubble of comfort.

But Snake came in and lit that s**t on fire.

She unearthed my desire to live.
To reclaim my power from the patterns I had outgrown.
To face the mirror and admit — I wasn’t happy… I was numb.

Snake coiled around my resistance like a sacred vice and whispered, “Comfort isn’t the same as freedom.”
And damn, was she right.

I’m shedding old skins now.
Releasing my addiction to cannabis — a medicine that once soothed me, but now only silences a pain that no longer lives in my body.

It’s not easy.
This habit has roots — deep ones — in trauma, identity, survival.

But Snake is stronger.
She anchors me to the Earth as the cravings come.
She hisses reminders of everything I no longer want for myself… for my body… for my family.

This isn’t just personal.
It’s ceremonial.
It’s the soul work.

So if you’re shedding too — an addiction, an old identity, a coping mechanism that’s outlived its purpose — I see you.

I’m in it with you.

And I’m here to walk with you through the fire, through the shedding, through the remembering.

Because freedom is on the other side — and we were never meant to stay small just to feel safe.

✨🗝️🐍🔥

08/01/2025

Spilling my soul with this one…. ✨

The butterfly died.

And I didn’t even realize how tightly I’d wrapped myself in her wings… until they fell away.

She was soft. Gentle. Palatable.
She made things easy to receive — even when I was holding oceans of fire beneath the surface.

But I’m not her anymore.

The snake has risen.
Not to shock. Not to provoke.
But to shed. To slither. To remember.

To come home to the truth I buried beneath being liked, being soft, being safe.

I’ve been walking through an identity death — one I didn’t fully choose, but also… completely did.
Because my body couldn’t lie anymore.
Because my spirit was done pretending.
Because my voice refused to stay caged.

This shedding touches everything.
My medicine.
My mothering.
My marriage.
Even how I hold space.

My body is shape-shifting.
I’m shedding weight — not from force, but from release. I’m letting go of what once felt like medicine… but wasn’t.

This isn’t a reinvention.
It’s a sacred return.

To my voice.
My power.
My knowing.
My truth.

I’ve walked with cannabis for a long time.
She brought calm and vision — until she became a crutch. Our relationship stopped being sacred. It became survival.

And I’m not surviving anymore.
I’m reclaiming.

My throat is open.
My sacral is alive.
And the version of me that’s rising? She’s no longer asking for permission.

If you’re feeling it too —
If you’re shedding, unraveling, and returning to the bones of who you are…

You’re not alone.
You’re not crazy.
You’re not broken.

You’re becoming.

This part of the path is holy.
Even when it’s messy.
Especially then.

🐍✨🗝️

If you’re in this space and want support —
my sessions are made for exactly this kind of sacred shift.
Come find me.

07/21/2025

See what all the buzz is about ✨😏🌹🌀💃
(check the comments)

07/15/2025

✨ If one more women’s circle tries to soothe my sacred rage with soft pastel affirmations and a glittery-ass “you are enough” meditation— I might actually scream… or vomit.

Been there too? Same….

Enter: The Akashic Temple.

This is not your average sip-some-tea-and-talk-about-your-feelings kind of gathering.
This is a holy portal. A high-frequency, deep-diving, soul-stripping circle of truth.

We don’t bypass here.
We remember.
We reclaim.
We rise—with blood, shadow, light, and truth in hand.

If you’re done playing nice with your pain…
If you’re done pretending your fire is “too much”…
If you crave depth, honesty, wild reclamation—and a space that demands your full presence….

Then this is your Temple.

🜃 Next circle: July 18th at 7pm in Grande Prairie
DM to claim your seat. It will fill. Link in comments!

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