30/10/2025
After a very special session,
I felt a whisper rising within me —
a call to open wider,
to let more words flow through.
It’s not that I am absent —
I am fully, deeply present.
But sometimes,
silence feels like the truest language of my being.
They asked me,
“How will you show up in the group?
How much of yourself will you share?”
And instantly, I bridged that question
to my presence on Instagram —
the same inner dialogue I often have.
For I know my presence is enough,
complete in itself.
Yet how do I translate that presence
for others —
in groups, online,
for those who do not yet know my frequency?
When I’m birthing a retreat,
the current flows easily —
words, sharing, silence —
all move in sacred rhythm.
But in daily life,
the flow feels different.
I speak when I feel the pulse to speak,
when something inside me rises to be shared.
And when it does,
I sense that someone, somewhere,
is waiting to drink from my words.
Maybe I need to weave more of the sacred
into my everyday living —
to breathe divinity into the simple moments.
Could it be that?
Yesterday I also realized —
I must celebrate myself more.
Yes, much more.
I know I am energetically wise,
yet when I try to share from that place,
my simplicity feels too subtle,
too ethereal to touch.
I also know
the way I see myself
is not how others see me.
I have made peace with who I am —
truly, I have.
But still, I must learn
to love myself deeper.
As the Pleiadian soul that I am,
this makes sense
in the language of the stars.
My understanding of self-love
must evolve —
I must surrender
to the goddess within me.
When I stand in the sacred,
in those shimmering, holy moments,
I access frequencies that remind me —
I am the portal.
I do not question my power,
nor my worth.
I simply am.
In those moments,
I no longer seek to define myself.
I accept.
I breathe.
I live all that I am.
And yet,
the question still lingers in the quiet air —
How do I show up?
What do I share,
when words fall silent
and I no longer know what to say?
