my story unfolding
aka the life of
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Am i not the daughter of a carpenter?
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Am i not the daughter of a carpenter?

I don’t live in lack.
But I also don’t live in excess.
There is no overflow that would distract me
or tempt me away from the essence of Being.


One thing I’ve come to admire deeply
about this simple life my soul leads me in,
is the way it invites creative living with finances.

I like that.

The fact that you can’t just do everything your mind desires,
but that you are gently drawn back
into surrender.
Into trust.

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The seeker must die!
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The seeker must die!

The seeker must die!

To the one who seeks:
There is nothing to seek.
There is nothing to find.
There is only nothing.
The mind resists it.
The souls rests in it.

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Honeybunny time is funny

Honeybunny time is funny

**"They said the Christ would return.
But not many truly recognized him the first time—
even now, they build illusions and beliefs around a name they never truly saw.

But what if Christ came back as a woman?
What if she is already here?
And what if we are all that Christ?"**

#ChristConsciousness #DivineFeminine #ReturnOfTheChrist #SacredAwakening #LivingAuthority #EmbodiedSoul #OnenessRevealed #BeyondBelief #TheVeilIsLifting #NewEarthRising #SoulEmbodiment #TruthBeyondTime

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I CAN’T IMAGINE … but then i do …
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I CAN’T IMAGINE … but then i do …

I’m shifting this website into something new—perhaps a blend of a diary and a blog.
At least for as long as it interests me.
Because let’s get one thing straight:

I don’t write for you to read.
I write because my soul wants to write.
And when the soul speaks, it doesn’t ask for an audience.

Yet, if you are here reading this, know this:
The one who writes and the one who reads are ONE and the same.
This is not a place to consume content or engage in superficial talk.
This is a place where words reflect back to you what you already know deep inside,
but maybe have not yet fully realized.

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