Universal Love Light

 Many of us have been taught to fear what comes after life. For some, the idea of eternal judgment is terrifying — visions of hell, the bottomless pit, or fire and brimstone meant to keep us in constant fear. Growing up hearing these things can plant deep anxiety: Will I be judged for my sins? Will I be thrown into that pit? What if I’m not good enough? But the more I reflected, the more I questioned: Is it really the act itself that matters most — or is it the intention behind it? For example, if someone steals out of desperation to feed their children, is that the same as someone who steals out of greed ? If someone hurts another out of self-defense , is that the same as someone acting out of cruelty ? I believe the heart behind the act matters. I don’t think we’re here to be judged purely on what we’ve done, but rather on why we did it. When I started my own healing journey, I had to confront this fear of judgment. I’d carried so much guilt and shame from the past — thin...

 In our journey through life, we often encounter moments that challenge our sense of control. Some events feel like they’re part of a greater plan, while others are shaped by our choices and intentions. This delicate dance between what we can influence and what we must accept is where claircognizance comes into play. Claircognizance is the intuitive ability to know something without knowing how or why. It’s like an inner compass that provides sudden insights or flashes of understanding about significant events. For those who experience it, claircognizance can feel like a gift that bridges the gap between what we can foresee and what we must let unfold. Imagine life as a dog on a leash, as Edgar Cayce once metaphorically described. We have a certain range of movement—a space where our choices and intentions can shape our reality. But there are moments—like major life events or profound changes—that are beyond our control. These are the moments when claircognizance might step in, o...

  In the journey of self-discovery and healing, one of the most profound steps is embracing your shadow side. These are the parts of ourselves we often hide—the fears, the mistakes, the grief, and the difficult experiences that shape us. It’s easy to run from them or try to live only in the light. But true healing begins when we stop, turn around, and face the shadow with compassion and curiosity. The shadow is not your enemy. It’s a wounded part of you waiting to be seen. When we start to acknowledge those darker aspects—our past regrets, our emotional outbursts, the versions of ourselves we’ve outgrown—we open the door to self-forgiveness. And that’s where the magic begins. Integrating the shadow is not about glorifying pain or staying stuck in old stories. It’s about reclaiming power. When we learn to forgive and understand those parts, we shed the heavy masks we wore just to survive. We stop pretending. We stop performing. We start living as our most authentic selves—flaws, ...

  There’s something sacred about healing that goes beyond just fixing symptoms. Real healing feels like grace—slow, steady, and deep. That’s where castor oil comes in. Known for centuries as the “Palm of Christ” or Palma Christi , this thick golden oil has earned a holy reputation, both for its physical healing and its spiritual energy. Why “Palm of Christ”? That name didn’t come from marketing. It came from experience. People believed castor oil had the power to heal through touch, just like Christ did. Whether applied to the body with warmth or rubbed gently over pain, it was said to carry the same kind of love and restoration that miracles were made of. Edgar Cayce, the “sleeping prophet,” recommended castor oil packs in hundreds of his healing readings. He believed the oil didn’t just soothe—it realigned. It stirred the energy systems of the body, unclogged blockages, and brought flow where there was stagnation. According to Cayce, illness was not just a physical thing. It wa...

  Back in Genesis, after Eve ate the fruit, a curse followed—not just sweat and toil, but something deeper. “Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you.” That one line has echoed through centuries like a haunting refrain, used to justify patriarchy, submission, and silence. But what if that curse wasn’t a life sentence? What if it was a starting point? That curse wasn’t a command. It was a consequence. It marked the beginning of humanity’s separation from divine alignment, and it played out as control, domination, and spiritual hierarchy, especially for women. It wasn't God’s desire for us. It was what happened without alignment. And the moment we begin healing, we start reversing it. The more a woman heals—emotionally, spiritually, and physically—the less that curse sticks. The more she reconnects to her voice, worth, and sovereignty, the less she bends under someone else’s rule. She begins to remember who she is, not as an afterthought to Adam, but as a ...

  In a world that often values conformity, respecting diverse belief systems is more important than ever. History has shown us the devastating consequences of intolerance, from the witch trials of the past to more recent tragedies like the Waco siege. The Waco incident serves as a stark reminder of what can happen when authorities and society fail to respect and understand differing beliefs. The Branch Davidians were driven by their faith, and the tragic outcome highlighted how a lack of empathy and willingness to engage with different worldviews can lead to irreversible consequences. Similarly, the witch trials were fueled by fear and misunderstanding of those who held different spiritual practices. The persecution and violence against so-called "witches" were the result of a refusal to accept that not everyone fits into one spiritual box. These examples remind us that authenticity comes from the freedom to believe and express those beliefs without fear. When we honor tha...

The first level of addiction recovery is survival. And that devil? Withdrawal. You’re not fighting cravings for fun—you’re begging your body not to collapse. Opiate withdrawal is violent. It’s every cell screaming for relief. You're sweating buckets, freezing cold, your stomach’s a warzone, your skin’s on fire, and your thoughts? Dark. Unrelenting. Some people hallucinate, others can’t sit still for even a second. You cry, you curse, you shake, and your brain whispers, "Just one more time." Not to get high—but to end the pain. That’s the twisted lie it feeds you. The devil at this level doesn’t wear horns—it wears your face. And when you survive it, when you crawl through that hell without using… it doesn’t throw a parade. It just throws the next level at you. Suddenly, the game shifts. You’re sober, but the world still sees the old you. The damage you did—relationships, jobs, self-worth—it all stares back like a cracked mirror. You’re not just detoxing your body now; ...

Grief doesn’t just break your heart—it can break your body too. In traditional Chinese medicine, grief is believed to be stored in the lungs. When we don’t process it, it clogs the energetic pathways, called meridians, and starts to manifest as real physical symptoms. After my mother passed, I noticed my lungs weren’t the same. Simple things like walking up the road left me breathless. It wasn’t just sadness—I could feel it, literally, in my chest. And I don’t think that was a coincidence. I was grieving, but I was also holding on to guilt, anger, and years of pain. In Chinese medicine, the lungs are connected to grief, but also to letting go. And I hadn’t let go—not of the past, not of the blame, not even of the version of my mother I never got to see. The turning point came one day when my daughter said something simple but profound: “Mom, your mother did the best she could.” That hit hard. It cracked open a part of me that had been holding tight for too long. I realized I had b...

I was sitting with this thought the other day—one of those quiet realizations that just sort of lands on your soul. I asked myself, what is God really like? Not the way we’re told to think. Not the polished version. But really, deeply—what does it mean to be in that presence? And then it hit me. That story, the one with Adam and Eve? It wasn’t just about a forbidden apple or some ancient punishment. It was about awareness. About the moment we stopped seeing the world through God's eyes—those God-filled glasses—and started seeing it through the lens of good and evil. Before that bite, everything was good. They didn’t know shame. They didn’t know darkness. They just were. But after? They saw it all. The beauty, yes—but also the pain, the fear, the mess. That’s when the climb began. Not a punishment... a journey. And here’s the part that shook me: the ultimate awareness, the highest form of knowing, isn’t just knowledge of good and evil—it’s learning how to forgive . Not just other...

  Some love stories aren’t written in words. They’re written in fur. In whiskers. In soft head snuggles under the chin.  They’re written in pawprints across your heart that never fade—no matter how many lifetimes pass. 🐾 This is mine. Her name was Mittens. She was my everything. My little mouse . And before she passed, I looked into her eyes and said: “You’ll have to come back. But it’s up to you.” Five months passed. I waited. I listened. I talked to the Universe every day.  Then one morning, I accidentally clicked something on YouTube—and it magically opened my Facebook page. That doesn’t just happen. Right there… was a photo of a kitten.  Waiting. That kitten became Mouse . I didn’t even have a way to get him. But it all aligned. A woman drove him to me, and when she arrived, I opened the door, looked into his eyes, and said: “He’s fine. I’ve got him. Don’t worry—I’ll take care of him.” From that moment on, we were bonded . Soul to soul. And here’s...

  We keep saying it, don't we? "Time’s speeding up." "The days just fly by." "Wasn’t it just January, like, five minutes ago?" We laugh it off, chalk it up to aging, burnout, or too many notifications. But what if— and hear me here —what if there’s actually something to it? Not just a spiritual sensation. Not just the chaos of modern life. But actual, measurable, scientific shifts in how time flows around us? Let’s start with the basics. The Earth Is Spinning Faster—Literally In 2020, scientists recorded the shortest day ever since we started keeping track with atomic clocks. Earth completed a full rotation in 1.4602 milliseconds less than the usual 24 hours. It didn’t stop there—more than two dozen other days in that year broke similar records. So yes, the Earth is spinning faster . That means our days are technically getting shorter. Now, we’re not losing hours or anything dramatic. Not yet. But milliseconds? Those are real. Measured. Acc...