Angela Rachel-Reiki Practitioner

Angela Rachel-Reiki Practitioner Using Life Force Energy and the power of Intention we create a change in our reality. Compassionate Reiki refers to the energy component.

Reiki is described as "Universal life force" energy, which can seem pretty vague, but the concept behind the words is that fundamental energy creates and sustains the Universe. The life force is found everywhere and in all things. Reiki signifies not only that this basic every is found in everything, universally, but also as a system of healing. We draw this energy from the Universe, it is limitless and ever abundant.

04/23/2026

Why You Should Care About Narcissistic Abuse:
Understanding Cognitive Dissonance and How it Keeps You Enabling Abusers

As many of you know I've been sharing more online here about my experience falling into the trap of a predatory narcissist.

I have had multiple people reach out to me in the past few months to share about their experiences in relationship with an abusive narcissist. All of the abusers are spiritual teachers, intimacy coaches or consciousness leaders.

These are people you are following. Supporting. Cheering on. Learning From. Taking Medicine from.

People whose words and energy you are imbibing.

People who are running game on you and you have not the slightest clue whats happening.

You share and promote their work.

You help them grow their audience and trustability.

The stories I have heard about what happens behind closed doors, who these people actually are and what they do when no one is watching would make your hair stand on end. �

The trauma and horror these people inflict on their closest intimates is severe, dangerous and causes immense damage to the body, mind and spirit.

I have spent hours talking to these survivors and listening carefully to their experiences. All of them so closely matching my own.

And yet……

Sometimes I will look up their abuser online and watch a video to observe their public facade.

I want to study them and my reaction to them.

Can I detect any mental illness? Maliciousness? Evil? Duplicity?

Can I locate the monster that I know lurks underneath?

The answer is:

No.

Not at all.

In fact, despite hearing hours and hours of stories and recovery processes from their victims, which so closely mirror my own story, I find myself watching these videos and thinking: but they seem so normal. Actually, they seem pretty great.

Despite what I know I struggle to grok the reality.

I see charming, sensitive, wise, deep, self aware people.

Surely it couldn't have REALLY been that bad, could it?

Such is the cognitive dissonance that occurs when we are confronted with this complex issue of human beings operating from debilitated conscience who wear a golden seductive cloak that hides a dangerous monster.

We can't really actually believe that someone would be that terrible. Especially when they have captivated us with their shiny facade.

Even more so when they appear to be altruistic, helpful, spiritual and wise.

So the human psyche makes up stories to make sense of this cognitive dissonance.

The two primary stories being:

-The victim is lying, exaggerating, confused, mistaken, or (with a nice spiritual twist) "Caught in their own wounding"

-The narcissist is just like everyone else: Simply a wounded person who sometimes unconsciously and unintentionally hurts someones feelings. In other words: it cant really be THAT bad. Surely they are just a human being who sometimes makes mistakes, like all of us.

These two stories form the primary feedback from “the world” when a survivor finally has the guts to speak out. The gas lighting effect of this feedback is so re-traumatizing that it leads them to stay silent.

Which ensures the Narcissist continues to go on playing their game.

The abuser has created a world in which who they actually are doesn’t actually exist, therefore they can continue to go forth undetected.

Its a tough pill to swallow. No one really wants to believe that this kind of thing exists. It's too much. Too confusing. It just doesn't add up to the way we have been taught reality is supposed to work. It doesn't fit with our ideas about the basic goodness in the world.

And it especially doesn't make sense when the Narcissist is giving you wonderful special attention and being a delightful helpful supportive person with you.

H.G Tudor who is himself a high level Narcissist and writes books explaining the inner workings of "his kind" explains this phenomena as the Narcissists fuel matrix.

The Narcissist survives only through obtaining and siphoning fuel (life force energy) from other humans. They see people as mere appliances in their fuel machine. They have no capacity to self source which is why they cannot be alone and tend to deflate into empty, lifeless, depression type states when they are not able to feed on others.

Positive fuel and attention is good.

Negative fuel and attention is the best.

In the Narcissists fuel machine, eliciting fuel from you is behind every single action they take. Giving them fuel is your function.

H.G also explains that the eliciting of negative fuel, through cruelty, abuse and psychological and emotional torture is something they reserve for their PRIMARY fuel appliance. The primary fuel appliance is most often the intimate partner. Sometimes a child or family member. This negative fuel is the most life giving for them.

Everyone else falls into Secondary or Tursery appliances. These non primary fuel producers only see the glowing side of the Narcissist and provide only positive fuel (praise adoration appreciation etc)

These are the real suckers in the Narcissists game. Because they will defend and protect the Narcissist on the off chance the Primary Fuel Source should ever come forward and reveal what actually happens when no one else is watching.

Even I, who have been studying these dynamics, who lived through it and who whole heartedly believe the stories I'm hearing from survivors. Even I struggle with the cognitive dissonance. I look and I see- How can it really be that bad?

This cognitive dissonance is what the Narcissist is counting on to keep their game running. That, and the fact that they know deep down we don't want to give into the idea that "their kind" even exists at all.

Make no mistake about it. They do exist.

And you are following them and adoring them and being used as an appliance in their fuel matrix.

Make no mistake about it. When a victim finally has the sanity and clarity of mind to draw a line in the sand and say: I know what you are I know what you are doing and it is WRONG- this is a sign of HEALING and evolution and maturity.

�Unfortunately, most people will reflect that the victim ought to take a higher road approach (because blame and right and wrong is so simplistic and reactionary) when in fact the “higher road” approach is exactly what the victim HAS been doing that has kept them inside of the mind control spell of the Narcissist. The “high road” approach is exactly the view the Narcissist counts on you and the world taking in order to keep their game running.

This is not something the human psyche can easily grasp. And if we ever want to actually disrupt the predators agenda and support the escape, healing and recovery for their prey, we need to start listening and learning.

Imagine all of the people who are quarantined with their abuser right now.

It's time to wake up and listen.

In Narcissist land, things are not at all what they seem.

From HG Tudor:

“To make you my puppet I engage on a two-pronged approach. Firstly, I make you utterly dependent on me. I open the doors and let you look upon heaven. That way you are in awe of what I can give you and you want it, oh you really, really want it. Secondly, I will then remove every method of support both real and potential that you might rely on to try and recover your free will so that you have nobody to turn to. Thus, as you look on heaven entranced and enraptured, I am opening the trapdoor to hell right under your feet.

That is what it is all about. Making you my puppet. This is my aim. This is the means to my end of obtaining my fuel from you. As you will no doubt becoming familiar with, the means always justifies the end. Accordingly, by ensuring you become my puppet I am in the optimum position to control you to extract every drop of fuel I can from you. I need to control you so that you admire me when I want it. I need to control you so that I can pull the strings and make you jerk to my tune. I am the puppet master.”

― H G Tudor, Confessions of a Narcissist

From George Simon, renowned therapist treating character disturbed people:

“What our intuition tells us a manipulator is really like challenges everything we’ve been taught to believe about human nature. We’ve been inundated with a psychology that has us viewing people with problems, at least to some degree, as afraid, insecure or “hung-up.” So, while our gut tells us we’re dealing with a ruthless conniver, our head tells us they must be really frightened, wounded, or self-doubting “underneath.” What’s more, most of us generally hate to think of ourselves as callous and insensitive people. We hesitate to make harsh or negative judgments about others. We want to give them the benefit of the doubt and believe they don’t really harbor the malevolent intentions we suspect. We’re more apt to doubt and blame ourselves for daring to believe what our gut tells us about our manipulator’s character.”

― George K. Simon Jr., In Sheep's Clothing: Understanding and Dealing with Manipulative People.

- Maya Luna

03/28/2026

I’m slowly teaching myself that someone else’s emergency…
is not automatically my emergency.

That lesson didn’t come easy.

Because when you’re the reliable one,
the helper, the fixer, the one people call first…
you start believing it’s your responsibility to show up every time.

No matter how tired you are.
No matter what you’re dealing with.
No matter how often it’s one-sided.

And for a while, it feels like strength.

Until you realise…

You’ve been running miles for people
who wouldn’t even take a single step for you.

That’s not loyalty.
That’s imbalance.

Being a good person doesn’t mean being constantly available.
Having a kind heart doesn’t mean having no boundaries.

Some “emergencies” are actually patterns:
• Poor planning
• Emotional dependency
• Lack of accountability

And if you keep rescuing people from those patterns,
you become part of the cycle.

Growth is learning to pause before reacting.

To ask yourself:
Is this truly urgent… or am I just used to overextending?
Am I helping… or am I enabling?
Would they do the same for me?

And then having the courage to respond differently.

Sometimes that looks like:
• Not picking up the call immediately
• Saying “I can’t right now” without guilt
• Letting people figure things out on their own

It will feel uncomfortable at first.

Because the version of you that overgave
is still expecting you to say yes.

And the people who benefited from that version…
they might not like the change.

But your peace has to matter too.

You’re allowed to care… without carrying everything.
You’re allowed to support… without sacrificing yourself.

Not every fire is yours to put out.

And the right people?
They won’t just take from you.

They’ll meet you halfway.

03/13/2026

You Become Like the People You Spend Time With…
People often say their surroundings don’t change them. But slowly, every person absorbs the environment they live in—like clothes that start smelling like smoke without touching the fire. Just staying close to certain people for long enough can influence your thinking, emotions, habits, and standards.
Think about who you talk to every day, who you listen to, and whose beliefs slowly become normal to you. It matters more than we realize.
If you stay around people who constantly complain, gossip, envy others, avoid responsibility, mock ambition, and live in chaos, at first it may bother you. But slowly you get used to it. Then the quiet change begins—first you tolerate it, then understand it, then justify it, and eventually you may start doing the same.
Environments change people quietly, like mold spreading slowly.
A healthy apple doesn’t plan to rot; it simply stays too long among spoiled ones.
But the opposite is also true. When you spend time with honest, kind, responsible, and hardworking people, you grow too. Your standards rise and you start seeing your life differently.
That’s why some relationships build you, while others slowly break you.
Sometimes real self-care is not tolerating more—but walking away from people, relationships, and environments that damage your peace.
Choose your people carefully, because who you grow beside shapes the life you live.

02/17/2026

VERBAL WARFARE 101 (READ THIS SLOW.)

Most people don’t lose arguments because they’re dumb.
They lose because they’re emotional.

Once somebody gets you explaining, defending, raising your voice…
you already handed them the steering wheel.

Verbal warfare is not about having the slickest mouth.
It’s about having the calmest nervous system.



1. Stop Fighting Every Battle

Everybody is not worth a response.

You don’t engage when:
• There’s nothing to lose or gain
• They’re drunk, raging, or can’t hear logic
• They just want attention, not a solution

First flex of power is:

“I don’t have to respond.”



2. Control Your Body First, Mouth Second

If your heart is racing and your ego is screaming, you’re not strategic, you’re reactive.

Simple 4-step combat routine:
1. Pause 3–5 seconds. Don’t rush to answer.
2. Label it (in your head):
“This is bait.” “This is blame-shifting.” “This is disrespect.”
3. Slow exhale. Long exhale out your mouth – let your body drop.
4. Choose your goal, not your feelings.
“My goal is to protect my peace and my position, not win a shouting match.”

Now you’re playing chess, not crash-out.



3. Learn to Hear the FRAME, Not Just the Words

Toxic people don’t argue fair, they frame you:
• Guilt frame: “Wow, you don’t care about me at all.”
• Crazy frame: “You’re overreacting, it was just a joke.”
• Authority frame: “I’m older / your boss / your parent, so I’m right.”
• Victim frame: They hurt you, then act like you’re attacking them.

Your job is to call the frame out and refuse to stand in it:
• “You’re talking like I don’t care. That’s not true and I’m not accepting that.”
• “You’re making this about me being ‘too sensitive’ instead of what you did.”

Once you name the game, it loses power.



4. Your Main Weapons in Verbal Warfare

Weapon 1: Questions

Whoever asks the questions usually controls the direction.
• “What exactly are you saying I did?”
• “What would a fair solution look like to you?”
• “So your solution is: I take all the blame and you change nothing?”

Questions expose nonsense fast.



Weapon 2: Short, Heavy Sentences

Stop over-explaining. Long speeches sound guilty.

Use short, calm lines:
• “That’s not accurate.”
• “We’re not talking to each other like that.”
• “I hear you. I just don’t agree.”
• “I’m not available for disrespect.”

Short + calm = dominance.



Weapon 3: Boundaries

Without boundaries, verbal warfare is just chaos.

Pre-made lines:
• “If you keep raising your voice, this conversation is over.”
• “You can be upset, but you’re not allowed to disrespect me.”
• “I’ve already answered that. I’m not repeating myself.”
• “This isn’t productive. I’m stepping away.”

You’re not trying to “win.”
You’re protecting your peace and position.



Weapon 4: Silence

Silence makes people sit in their own words.

Next time they say something wild, just look at them.
No reaction. No nervous laugh. No explaining.

Silence is pressure.
Under pressure, the truth slips out.



Weapon 5: Exit Strategy

Pros know how to end it:
• “We’re going in circles. I’m done with this conversation.”
• “Text me what you actually want, I’ll look at it later.”
• “We don’t see this the same way. I’m okay agreeing to disagree.”

You don’t lose by walking away.
You lose by crashing out and then regretting it later.



5. The 5 Commandments of Verbal Warfare
1. Never argue from ego. Defend your values, not your pride.
2. Don’t fight unstable people. Protect your energy, not your image.
3. Short sentences, strong tone. No begging, no paragraphs.
4. Questions over speeches. Questions expose manipulation.
5. Silence & exit are weapons. Not responding is a response.



If you’re tired of getting baited into chaos, this is your sign:

Work on your nervous system, your questions, and your boundaries.
Your mouth is dangerous — but your calm is lethal. 🧠⚔️

– R. Trent Rose — The Writer ✍🏾

If your spirit resonated with this message, go to the comments.
There’s something there that’ll sharpen your intuition and shift the way you see people. 🖤

12/23/2025

"Watching yourself lose your spark is one of the cruellest experiences, because it feels like you are still here, still breathing, still doing what needs to be done, yet the part of you that made life feel worth waking up for is slipping further away each week. It is not just sadness. It is the grief of noticing that your smile is thinner, your laughter is rarer, your patience is shorter, and your eyes do not recognise themselves the way they used to. It is like standing inside your own life and realising you no longer feel at home in it.

What makes it even harder is that this kind of pain does not always look dramatic from the outside. You can still get dressed, still answer politely, still show up, still complete tasks, still say “I’m fine” with a face that convinces people. But inside, you are running on fumes. You are surviving on habit, duty, and whatever scraps of strength you can gather, while quietly wondering why everything feels so heavy when you are doing your best just to make it through the day without falling apart.

The loss of your spark rarely happens for no reason. It usually comes after too much has been asked of you for too long, after you have carried worry and responsibility as if they were normal, after you have swallowed your needs so often that you stopped hearing them clearly. It can come from constantly being the strong one, the dependable one, the one who keeps the peace, the one who copes so well that nobody thinks to check on you properly. It can come from being hurt and then expected to move on quickly, as if your heart should heal on a schedule that suits other people.

There is a specific heartbreak in missing the woman you used to be. Not because you were perfect, but because you remember her aliveness. You remember the way she could feel excited about small things, how she could dream without immediately talking herself out of it, how she could laugh and mean it, how she could trust that better days were possible. When you are numb, even the memory of her can feel like a wound, because it brings up the fear that she is gone for good, and it is frightening to mourn yourself while you are still living.

The worst part is knowing it is happening and feeling too tired to stop it. You can be aware, intelligent, self-reflective, and still unable to reach the part of you that used to respond to joy. You can read the right words, make plans, try harder, and still feel nothing has changed. You might even start blaming yourself for not “snapping out of it”, as if exhaustion is a choice. But when your mind and body have been pushed past their limit, they do not respond to pressure with brilliance, they respond with shutdown.

Numbness is often misunderstood, especially by people who have never lived inside it. They think you are uninterested, ungrateful, distant, lazy, and cold. But numbness is not the absence of a heart. It is what happens when feeling everything becomes too much, and your system tries to protect you the only way it knows how. It is your inner world saying, “I cannot carry all of this at once.” It is not a character flaw. It is a warning sign that you have been surviving without enough safety, rest, or support.

Sometimes the deepest pain is not what happened, but what you had to do to keep going afterwards. The moments you had to swallow your tears because nobody had time for them. The times you were expected to forgive quickly so you would not be labelled difficult. The days you showed up for everyone while you quietly fell apart in private. The relationships where you gave and gave, hoping that one day you would be met with the same care, only to realise you were being loved in a way that still made you feel alone.

And there is another quiet ache that comes with losing your spark: the guilt. The guilt for not being as productive. The guilt for cancelling plans. The guilt for needing space. The guilt for not replying fast enough, not laughing at jokes, not being “good company”. The guilt for the simple fact that you are struggling, as if your pain is an inconvenience to the world. But the truth is, you do not need to justify your suffering in order for it to be real, and you do not need to perform wellness to deserve kindness.

If you are in this place, you deserve to hear this clearly: you do not get your spark back by punishing yourself for losing it. You do not return to yourself by calling yourself weak, broken, dramatic, or behind. You come back in small, steady ways, by treating your tiredness as something that needs care rather than judgement. You come back by letting yourself rest without feeling you must earn it. You come back by admitting what hurts, by telling the truth to the right people, by allowing support to reach you instead of insisting you must handle everything alone.

There are times when you will need more than self-help and positive thinking, and there is no shame in that. Therapy, medical support, honest conversations, time off, changes in environment, and firmer boundaries are not signs that you failed. They are signs that you are finally taking your pain seriously. A healthy life is not built on pretending, and healing is not a performance. It is often quiet. It is often slow. It is often made of tiny choices that nobody applauds but that slowly return you to yourself.

And please remember this, especially on the days you feel empty and unrecognisable: the woman you miss is not dead. She is exhausted. She is buried under years of coping, under unspoken grief, under pressure you were never meant to carry alone. She is waiting for gentleness. She is waiting for a life that does not demand you suffer in silence to prove you are strong. She is waiting for you to stop treating your pain like something to hide and start treating it like something that deserves attention and care.

So if all you can do today is breathe, drink water, wash your face, step outside for a moment, or ask for help, let that be enough. You are not failing because you feel dim. You are recovering from being too brave for too long. Your spark is not gone; it is simply waiting for you to be safe enough to feel again, and it will return most honestly, quietly, steadily, and finally, as you choose yourself with the tenderness you have always deserved."

-Steve De'lano Garcia

12/06/2025

A relationship is never just about two people; it is about the energy they create together.

If love, respect, and care flow between them, their home becomes sacred.

If neglect and resentment take over, their home becomes a battlefield.

This is why men must choose wisely, and women must demand what they truly deserve.

Love is not just an emotion; it is an ecosystem.

When both partners contribute to it, it becomes self-sustaining.

But if one person withdraws, the entire system collapses.

The reality is that heaven is not in another universe; it is created right here, in the hearts and homes of people who choose love over fear, kindness over control, and safety over dominance.

A woman's love is a sacred force, but it must not be wasted on those who do not honor it.

The right man will recognize her power and stand beside her, not above her.

He will cherish her, not just for what she gives, but for who she is.

When a woman is loved, she does not just make a man stronger-she makes the world around her better.

And that is the greatest creation of all.

Abhikesh

12/05/2025

"They did not throw you into hell; they convinced you to call it home. They taught you to confuse chaos with passion, silence with peace, and pain with love. They praised you most when you ignored your own needs, when you forgave what cut you, when you stayed in rooms that made your soul flinch. You learned to smile through the sting, to laugh while crumbling, to say “it’s not that bad” when every part of you was begging to run. Little by little, you stopped recognizing that the ground beneath you was burning, because everyone around you swore it was just “life.”

Hell, for a woman, is often the life she’s applauded for enduring. It is the way you rearrange yourself to be easier to handle. The way you stop bringing up what hurts because you are tired of being called dramatic. The way you disappear inside relationships where you give everything and receive just enough crumbs to keep your hope barely alive. You become the dependable one, the understanding one, the strong one—titles that sound like honor but feel like chains when no one ever asks, “And who is strong for you?”

Your demons learned your language and moved into your thoughts like they owned the place.
They repeat the sharpest words you ever heard until they sound like your own: “too much,” “too sensitive,” “too needy,” “lucky anyone even wants you.” They replay every abandonment and tell you it happened because you are defective. They twist every memory into proof that you were the problem all along. They stand between you and every good thing, reminding you how easily love has slipped through your fingers before, asking, “Why would this time be any different?”

There is a private, relentless hell in turning your hurt inward. You do not rage at the ones who failed you; you rage at yourself for letting them close. You do not grieve the childhood you deserved; you tell yourself to “get over it.” You feel your chest clench with old pain and whisper, “I’m being ridiculous.” You punish yourself for not leaving sooner, not speaking louder, not knowing better—overlooking the simple truth that no one ever taught you how to be loved without being harmed.

Sometimes hell looks polished and put together.
You work. You show up. You answer on time. You remember birthdays. You make plans. You listen to everyone else’s pain like you do not have your own. People tell you how strong you are, how inspiring, how “together.” Meanwhile, you lie awake at night with a heart that feels like a cracked glass full of water, one more drop away from spilling over. Your pillow knows the tears your pride will never admit to. Your walls have heard the questions you never say out loud: “Is this all there is for me? Is this what I’m meant to live and die in?”

The cruelest part of this hell is how it convinces you that you built it on purpose. You start to believe you attract pain, as if heartbreak is your identity and not your history. You think, “I must be the common factor,” and turn that into a verdict against your own worth. You forget that you stayed not because you loved suffering, but because you were taught that love was supposed to hurt, that endurance was proof of loyalty, that walking away meant you were ungrateful or selfish or impossible to please. You forget that you learned survival long before you ever had the chance to learn self-respect.

And yet, even buried under all that hurt, something in you refuses to be extinguished. It shows up in small ways: the way your chest tightens when someone talks to you with real kindness. The way your eyes sting when you see another woman leave what is breaking her. The way you cannot quite kill the thought that maybe, just maybe, you were meant for something gentler. That flicker is your soul, tapping on the inside of your ribs, saying, “I am still here. Please do not abandon me in this place.”

Your way out will not look like a sudden rescue; it will look like a thousand quiet revolutions. It will be you admitting, even if only in a whisper, “What happened to me was not okay.” It will be you choosing not to answer a message that smells like old pain. It will be you saying “no” and letting the guilt wash over you without letting it drag you back. It will be you standing in front of the mirror, seeing your tired eyes, and softening instead of judging. Each tiny act of choosing yourself is a stone taken out of the walls that held you.

You, broken woman, are not the hell you survived; you are the proof that hell never had the final say. You kept loving when you had every excuse to harden. You kept hoping when life gave you cycles instead of clean slates. You kept getting up, over and over, on mornings that had no right to be as heavy as they were. You have been your own shelter in storms no one else even knew you were walking through. That is not weakness; that is a strength so deep it terrifies anything that tried to destroy you.

One day, without fanfare, you will realize you are no longer at home in your own hell. Words that once shattered you will fall flat. People who once controlled your peace will lose their grip. You will hear the old voices rise, and instead of obeying, you will answer back, “No. Not anymore.” The life that once devoured you will feel too small for the woman you have become. And when you look at yourself—scars, softness, shaking hands and all—you will see her clearly: the woman who walked through fire and chose, again and again, not to turn to ash.

In that moment, may you understand this: you were never made of the darkness that tried to hold you. You were made of the refusal to stay there. You are not the broken things done to you; you are the hands lifting yourself out. You are not the echoes of cruelty; you are the quiet, steady voice that finally says, “I deserve more.” And as you step into a life that feels like safety instead of survival, know this with your whole heart: you did not escape hell by accident. You rose because even at your most shattered, you were always, fiercely, relentlessly, a woman meant for more than flames."

-Steve De'lano Garcia

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