02/07/2026
Notes from the Owner: Worth the Read.
Every so often, someone will walk into my shop and ask,
“What kind of place is this?”
My answer depends on what they really mean.
If they’re curious, I’ll smile and say,
“It’s a place where people can breathe again, where they can learn, ask, heal, and remember that there’s more to this world than fear.”
If they’re cautious, I’ll say,
“It’s a space where every belief is honored, and no one is judged for their path.”
And if they’re skeptical, I’ll remind them,
“Well, doesn’t God make everything?”
Mostly when people walk through my doors, the first thing they usually say is,
“It feels so peaceful in here.”
And that’s exactly how it should feel, like stepping out of the noise of the world and back into harmony.
I didn’t open this shop to sell crystals, herbs, or candles, though I love them all.
I opened it because I felt called to educate, not to convert or convince, but to teach from a non-biased place where truth is free to breathe again.
I also opened this shop to help us return to the basics, to remember how our elders once used treatments and cures drawn directly from the Creator’s design rather than from laboratory reproductions. I do not condemn allopathic medicine, it has its place, but I believe that nature still holds the frequencies and intelligence we were meant to work with.
When we align with those original vibrations, body and spirit both remember how to heal.
I see each of us as a single drop in a vast sea of consciousness.
If too many drops become stagnant with fear, anger, or judgment, the whole sea turns murky. But when each drop raises its vibration, clears its own frequency, that sea becomes a living spring again, clear, nourishing, and alive.
That is the real work of this space, not retail, but resonance.
I didn’t open this shop to rebel against anyone’s religion.
I opened it because too many people feel lost, judged for asking questions, shamed for being different, and told that curiosity is dangerous.
In a world where everyone seems to shout their truth louder than the next person, I wanted to create a quiet space where people could listen again, to themselves, to each other, and to that still, small voice within that so many call God, or what I call the Creator.
Here, we talk about herbs, oils, crystals, candles, energy, prayer, and peace.
But the real product is understanding. The goal is connection, not conversion.
If we can see that every name, ritual, and symbol is just a translation of the same divine story, then no one has to be right.
Respect does not mean agreement, it means understanding that your truth does not cancel someone else’s.
I was raised to believe that faith is deeply personal, between the Creator and the creation.
The moment someone tells you how you must connect with God, they have already stepped into sacred territory that is not theirs to govern.
Across history and scripture, from Moses to mystics, prophets to poets, one truth repeats, love, compassion, and humility are greater than judgment. If you kneel, dance, sing, or meditate, it is all movement from the same soul. And if you read a different book, speak a different language, or wear a different symbol, that does not make you wrong. It makes you human.
So, when a churchgoer walks into my shop and asks,
“Do you have anything Christian here?”
I might answer, “Everything here is part of creation, and creation is the first church.”
The herbs grew before the Bible was written.
The stones formed before the first human spoke a prayer.
The light in the candle existed before anyone gave it a name.
All of it vibrates with the same Source.
History shows that what divides people is not faith, but ownership of faith.
When politics entered religion, it became about control, who could speak for God, who could interpret the text, who could collect the offering.
The early church fathers decided which gospels stayed and which were burned. Councils translated, edited, and redefined words to fit their time.
And with each revision, something pure was lost, the understanding that truth does not belong to anyone.
By the time English speakers said “God,” they were already five languages and three empires removed from the original sound. The vibration of the name itself had drifted from its Source.
That is how crystals, herbs, astrology, and ancient wisdom, once used by prophets and priests alike, were labeled evil. The same stones placed in Aaron’s breastplate by divine command later became witchcraft. The same incense burned in Solomon’s Temple became pagan smoke.
It was not the practices that changed, it was the narrative, retuned by fear instead of faith.
This is not about tearing down churches, it is about reminding them of their own roots.
Once upon a time, before politics and fear-built walls between believers, all worship was nature-based. People gathered around fire, blessed their crops, sang to the stars, and prayed for rain.
They were not pagans in rebellion, they were people in reverence.
Many of the rituals modern Christianity still keeps, candles, incense, holy water, anointing oil, prayer beads, came from the same ancient practices the Church later condemned.
Yet the heart behind all of it was always the same, to honor the Creator through creation.
If anything, the Church should be the loudest voice calling for unity and respect.
Because when we truly walk in love, we stop needing to draw lines in the sand.
When people come to me complaining that life feels heavy, I tell them, “It’s all you. You need to raise your vibration.”
That is not blame, it is empowerment. You are the tuning fork that sets the tone for your own reality. And you are the average of who and what you surround yourself with.
If your world feels off-key, maybe it is time to up your average.
Because when one person raises their vibration, it affects everyone around them. One clear tone can bring an entire choir back into harmony.
That is how powerful vibration is, it builds or it breaks, depending on how we use it.
I believe the Creator is bigger than any religion. I believe truth has many names, and every culture holds a piece of it. I believe no one person, prophet, or priest has the right to tell another how to meet their Maker. I believe people find peace in different ways, through scripture, meditation, nature, or stillness, and that none of it offends the Creator. And I believe that respect, not fear, is what will heal this world.
When we raise our vibration, the noise of division fades, and harmony becomes possible again.
This shop is not about labels. It is about remembering. Remembering that peace is a frequency you can choose, that love has a resonance, that everything in creation is alive with sound.
So, if you walk through my doors, whether you are a believer, a skeptic, a healer, or just curious, know that you are welcome here. This is a place to learn, to listen, and to remember that vibration is the key to everything.
Raise your vibration, and the whole world rises with you.
We are not about selling spirituality.
It is about remembering that long before dogma, there was wonder.
Long before fear, there was curiosity.
Long before religion, there was the Creator, and the vibration that spoke everything into being.
I did not open this shop to convert anyone. I opened it to remind people that they were never separate from the divine to begin with.
So, if you walk through my doors, whether you are clutching a Bible, a crystal, or a cup of coffee, know this, you are welcome here.
Because everything that exists, exists within the same breath of creation.
And that breath has no name.
It only has vibration.
-Namaste
Michele Williamson
