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02/01/2026

When the Sacred Starts Building Walls

I’ve been noticing a shift in spiritual spaces. Not in what people are saying… but in the tone underneath it.

Everything sounds enlightened on the surface. Awake. Chosen. On the right path.
But the second spirituality starts separating people into *us and them*... who’s evolved, who isn’t...
it stops feeling sacred to me.

Yes, discernment matters. Ego shows up. Money shows up. Performance shows up. That part is real.

But pulling away from people doesn’t make you clearer. And isolating yourself doesn’t make you more aligned.

Real growth doesn’t need to be named. It doesn’t need levels or labels. You see it in how someone lives. How they treat people. How they stay present when things get uncomfortable instead of floating above it all.

I don’t believe awakening means standing above anyone. I don’t believe it’s about deciding who’s behind.

Everyone is learning in their own way. Everyone is on their own timing.

Unity isn’t something you claim. It’s something you practice. It’s choosing humility over spiritual hierarchy. Connection over fear.

I’m not trying to be one of the few. I’m just trying to be real. Present. Available where I can be.

Walking my path without turning it into a wall.

That’s what feels true to me.

02/01/2026

Sometimes the ones you expect to stand beside you don’t. They can’t see your path. They don’t know how hard you’re trying. And that hurts in a way that’s quiet but deep.

But the universe sees. The Creator sees. The unseen forces notice every step you take when no one is clapping.

And when the silence gets heavy, when you’re close to giving up, something shifts. A soul appears. A message lands. A hand reaches out at just the right moment. Not by accident. Never by accident.

Support doesn’t always come from where we hope. Sometimes it’s divinely rerouted. Sent in another form. Another face. Another voice.

A reminder to keep going. To not abandon yourself. To trust that you were never walking alone... even when it felt that way.

The magic is real. And it shows up right on time.

01/01/2026

Happy New Year, beloved souls of Violet Flame Studio.

May this year meet you where you actually are... not where you think you should be. May your magic be quiet, honest, and lived… not performed.

I’m wishing you days filled with intention you can feel in your body. Moments of deep breath, clear knowing, and the courage to choose yourself without apology. May what drains you lose its grip. May what lights you up find you easily.

This is not a year for pretending.
It’s a year for listening.
For honoring your nervous system. For letting your truth lead, even when it’s uncomfortable.

Step into this next cycle gently. The Violet Flame is here... not to fix you, but to walk with you as you remember who you are.

Blessed New Year.
May it be real. May it be yours.

31/12/2025

Goodbye, 2025. You were not gentle with me. You cracked me open, stripped illusions, burned away what could no longer come with me. You took relationships, identities, versions of myself I thought I had to keep. You asked for truth, even when my voice shook. And I gave it.

I leave you with gratitude and no attachment. The lessons are etched into my bones now.
The grief, the growth, the remembering. I am not who I was when you found me.

Hello, 2026. I step toward you barefoot and sovereign.
Not polished. Not pretending.
Rooted in my magic. Aligned with my boundaries. Willing to be seen as I am.

This year I choose embodiment over survival. Truth over comfort. Depth over performance. Rest when needed. Fire when called.

I welcome the becoming.
The unknown paths. The versions of me still waiting to rise.

The wheel turns.
The flame remains.
And I walk forward—aware, awake, and unafraid.

30/12/2025

Witchcraft in the Broom Closet

Not every witch is loud. Not every altar is visible. Not every spell needs witnesses.

Some of us learned early how to move quietly. How to listen instead of announce. How to keep the fire alive without letting it burn the whole house down.

If your craft lives in subtle places, you’re not doing it wrong.

Magic happens in the small moments no one questions.

In the pause where you breathe deeply and feel your energy settle back into your body.
In the way you picture something changing before it ever does. In the symbols you doodle absent-mindedly that carry far more power than they appear to.

It lives in your kitchen... when you stir intention into coffee, tea, soup, or dinner. When herbs are chosen by instinct. When nourishment becomes a spell without needing a circle or candlelight.

It hums in the crystals you wear or keep tucked into a pocket.
Adornment to the outside world.
Anchors to you.

It rises with the moon when you notice her. When you whisper a truth into the night. When you place something meaningful on a windowsill and let it soak in light.

Magic moves through energy first. Through grounding. Through shielding. Through choosing what you let touch you... and what you don’t.

Your Book of Shadows doesn’t need to look like one. It can be notes on your phone. Symbols only you understand. Thoughts written between grocery lists and reminders.

Scents can be spells. Words can be spells. Movement can be spells. Dreams can be spells.

If you’re listening, paying attention, setting intention...
you’re practicing.

Witchcraft doesn’t require permission. It doesn’t need approval. And it doesn’t need to be visible to be real.

Your magic is valid even when it’s quiet. Especially when it’s quiet.

Trust the way it lives inside you.
That’s where the truest fire has always burned.

28/12/2025

Self-care Sunday… and if I’m being honest, it’s not pretty today.

It’s me sitting with myself instead of fixing everyone else.
Letting the tears come and not rushing them away. Realizing how tired I actually am once I stop pretending I’m fine.

It’s turning the noise down.
Putting the phone face-down.
Not answering right away.
Letting the world keep spinning without my constant effort.

Self-care is saying “I can’t today” and meaning it. It’s feeding my body something warm. Wrapping up in a blanket like it’s a shield. Listening to my own heartbeat and remembering I’m still here.

No spells. No performance.
Just breath. Just presence. Just truth.

If you’re feeling heavy today, you’re not broken. You’re human. And sometimes the most powerful magic is resting long enough to feel yourself again.

Be gentle with yourself today.
That counts.

27/12/2025

Lightworker (the kind nobody romanticizes)

~Violet Flame Studio~

A lightworker isn’t glowing all the time. They’re not calm. They’re not gentle every day. They’re not here to be “nice.”

A lightworker is someone who came in already cracked open.

You didn’t float in on wings.
You dropped into density.
Into families that didn’t know how to hold you. Into bodies that felt too much. Into lives that kept breaking you just enough to wake you up.

You carry something old.
You’ve felt it since you were little. That quiet knowing you couldn’t explain without sounding crazy. Like you remembered something before language got in the way.

You feel energy before you feel words. You know when something is off even when everyone else is smiling. You absorb rooms. People. Pain.
Until you learn... the hard way... how to stop bleeding for everyone.

Lightworkers aren’t perfect.
Most of us are angry at some point. Grieving. Tired. Burned out from trying to love in places that only knew how to take.

And still… you didn’t turn cruel.
That’s the tell.

You didn’t come here to fix anyone. That fantasy almost kills lightworkers.

You came here to be real.
To stand in truth even when it costs you belonging. To hold a frequency that says, this isn’t the only way to live... without needing to convince anyone.

Sometimes your “mission” looks like healing. Sometimes it looks like art. Sometimes it looks like leaving. Sometimes it looks like saying no and not explaining. Sometimes it looks like resting when the world tells you to keep bleeding.

Light isn’t always soft. Sometimes it’s brutal honesty. Sometimes it burns down illusions people were living inside. Sometimes it makes you the villain in someone else’s story.

And that’s why it’s heavy here.

This planet is loud. Truth is inconvenient. Most people don’t want to wake up... they want comfort.

You feel too much because you’re built to sense. Not to numb. Not to harden. To notice.

You know you’re a lightworker when:

~once you see something, you can’t unsee it

~your body reacts before your mouth does

~aligned words hit you in the chest

~you say things that don’t feel like they came from you

~you crave what’s honest, stripped down, sacred

~you walk away from what’s fake, even when it hurts like hell

You’re not broken. You’re not “too much.” You’re not lost.

You’re just carrying light in a place that resists it.

And you’re still here.

26/12/2025

My great grandma told me once about walking into a room and hearing people speak her name like it wasn’t sacred. Friends. Whispering where truth couldn’t survive. She didn’t confront them. Didn’t throw words like knives. She felt the shift in the air, tilted her head, and walked away.

She told me about a friend who worked against her in the dark. That friend never knew she’d been seen. My great grandma didn’t expose her. She just pulled her energy back, strand by strand, and let the cord dissolve.

She told me about family who fell away when she finally chose herself. When she stopped bleeding for people who wouldn’t even wash their hands. When she stopped crossing oceans for those who wouldn’t cross a bridge. She didn’t curse them. She didn’t beg. She closed the gate and kept her fire.

I asked her how she could leave like that. How she could walk away from betrayal without turning bitter.

She said every time it happened, she knew she was standing at a crossroads. And crossroads are sacred. That’s where you decide what gets to follow you and what stays behind.

She said betrayal isn’t always a wound. Sometimes it’s a marker. A sign from spirit saying, this one does not walk with you any further.

You don’t need rage. You don’t need spells cast in anger. You don’t need explanations.

You bow to what was. You turn your face toward the path. And you walk on.

The right souls always find the ones who know when to leave.

25/12/2025

Stop Chasing.

At some point the search turns into a lie we tell ourselves.

You read. You listen. You collect language that makes you sound awake. Star stuff. Frequency talk. Ascension promises.
It keeps you busy. It keeps you distracted. It keeps you from sitting in your own skin.

Because sitting is harder.

Feeling is harder.

This body? This life? These relationships that crack you open and p**s you off and break your heart? That’s the work.

Not the concepts. Not the theories. Not the “one day I’ll be healed” version of you.

You didn’t come here to float above your wounds. You came here to meet them without flinching.

Spirituality isn’t pretty. It’s not calm all the time. Sometimes it looks like rage you don’t bypass.
Grief you don’t explain away.
Patterns you finally stop blaming on karma and start owning.

There is nothing holy about pretending you’re above your pain.

Truth lives in the moments you want to disappear and choose to stay anyway. In the breath you take when your chest feels tight and you don’t reach for a story to soften it. In the way you treat people when you’re raw, tired, exposed.

No teacher can save you from this. No guide can walk it for you. No realm can lift you out of your body and call it growth.

Your body knows. It always has.

The initiation is not light. It’s presence. It’s staying here when there’s no meaning yet. No answers. No glow.

And when you finally stop chasing something outside yourself ~ when you stop trying to transcend being human ~

You land.

Right here. In your breath. In your bones. In the truth that doesn’t need words.

💜🔥💜 Violet Flame Studio

24/12/2025

This season doesn’t ask you to be anything other than honest.

Whether you’re celebrating loudly, quietly, or not at all…
whether your heart feels full, heavy, or somewhere in between… you’re allowed to be exactly where you are.

I’m sending love that doesn’t need a reason. Blessings that don’t come with conditions. Moments of peace that slip in when you’re not trying so hard to hold it all together.

May you feel held in the small ways. May you find softness where you’ve been bracing. May the magic meet you in the ordinary, not just the rituals.

From my heart to yours,
Violet Flame Studio
Blessed be.

23/12/2025

I was born in the quiet space between things.
Just after midnight.
On the Spring Equinox.

Not fully night.
Not fully day.
Not winter.
Not spring.

Balanced.

I’ve come to understand that souls born on threshold days don’t come here to choose sides. We come here to hold the middle. To remember both the light and the shadow. To stand steady when things feel like they’re tipping too far in any direction.

I didn’t arrive here to be loud or flashy or to convince anyone of anything. I arrived to anchor. To stabilize. To sit with what’s uncomfortable without turning away. To carry wisdom that doesn’t shout, but hums quietly until it’s needed.

I’ve always felt older than my years. Sensitive to rooms, to people, to what isn’t being said. I’ve carried things that weren’t mine... emotions, expectations, grief... and learned, slowly, how to set them down with compassion instead of guilt.

Being born in the Pacific Northwest gave me water memory and forest bones. I don’t force energy. I ground it. I listen. I let things unfold in their own time.

This work I do now... this healing, this holding space, this walking beside others... isn’t something I learned. It’s something I remembered.

I’m not here to fix you.
I’m here to sit with you while you remember yourself.

This is Violet Flame Studio.
A space for balance. For truth. For those who live between worlds and know there is power there.

If this resonates, you’re not lost.
You’re just remembering.

Violet Flame Studio

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