And yes, I’m popping my shit. It’s time.
They told me the weight would break me. They told me my kindness was weakness, my spiritual work was a hobby, and my heart was too big for my own good. They watched me navigate the valley—the betrayal of friends I held for decades, the sabotage from those who shared my blood, the financial droughts, the silent migraines, the anxiety that felt like a cage. They whispered that I should have stayed down when cancer tried to take me in 2013.
But they didn’t know who they were dealing with. They didn’t know about the ancestors at my back. They didn’t account for the dreams.
The Dreams Were the Blueprint
While I was sleeping, Spirit was working. They sent me visions of beautiful buildings with fragile foundations, showing me where my trust was misplaced. They sent aggressive dogs in gray basements, and then sent a divine guide to walk me to the elevator. They even sent a famous comedian as a spiritual bodyguard in one wild, symbolic night—all to prepare me. To show me the false saviors before they failed, and to point me toward my real power.
I learned to listen to The Dream Lantern. And by listening, I learned to fight.
The Five Pillars of My 2026 Glow-Up
1. My Spiritual Life: The Unshakable Foundation This is no longer just “faith.” This is a working partnership. The Creator, my Ancestors, my Guides, the Orishas—this is my board of directors. We meet in dreams, at the altar, and in the quiet moments. When I was under spiritual siege—when tires were slashed and lies were weaponized against me—they taught me how to wage war from my knees. They showed me the Death card not as an end, but as the only way to kill what was killing me. My spiritual life isn’t strong despite the battles; it is forged because of them.
2. My Love Life: The King Was Already Here I spent years looking for love in empty rooms, mistaking noise for nourishment. I had to let the imposters go—the energy vampires disguised as lovers, the fair-weather friends disguised as soulmates. And in the silence that followed, I saw him. The one whose respect is quiet, whose protection is steady, whose presence feels like a strong hug even in a dream. He was here all along. I just had to clear the toxic clutter to see the throne he’d been patiently holding for me.
3. My Support System: Boundaries Built the Banquet Table I used to think support meant having a crowd. Now I know it means having a coven. I had to make the hard cuts. I had to let the 20+ year “friendships” die when the 8 of Pentacles revealed them as broken, one-sided labor. It was painful. But that death made space. Now, my circle is small, powerful, and real. They are the ones who stayed on the steps with me in the dream when the boiling water rose, trusting my voice. They are my true tribe.
4. My Health: Reclaiming the Temple My body has been a battlefield—cancer, stress, carrying the world on my spine. No more. I am in relentless partnership with my doctors and my own intuition. Supplements, regimens, and today…a consistent exercise routine. I am not just healing; I am fortifying. This vessel survived the war; now it will gleam in the victory parade.
5. My Business: Stepping Into My Birthright THE SIX-FIGURE SPIRITUALIST™ is not a catchy title. It is a prophecy I am now living. Every client session, every shared revelation, every boundary that protects my energy is an act of claiming my territory. The Wheel of Fortune has turned. The 6 of Pentacles is in effect—balanced give and receive. I am here to teach that spiritual work and abundance are not opposites; they are divine partners. Who’s gonna stop me? The same people who tried before? They’re too busy staring at the cups they spilled.
A Message to My Former Cast of Characters To the ex-friends who thought my silence was weakness: My peace is now your haunting. To the ex-lovers who mistook my softness for stupidity: My joy is now your lesson. To the haters who whispered and schemed: My glow-up is now your mirror.
You showed me who you were, and I—finally—believed you. And then I walked away. Your mistreatment was the fertilizer for my unshakeable joy. Your neglect was the wind that scattered the chaff from my life, leaving only the good grain.
I am not just happy. I am grateful for every single test. I am powerful because I learned the lessons. I am free because I finally chose myself.
December 2025 isn’t just a month on a calendar. It’s a vibe. It’s a frequency. It’s the sound of a woman who fought her way through hell and decided to build a heaven in the clearing.
And I’m just getting started.
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