4/4/25 Feisty Mode Activated

Maybe it’s my luteal phase talking. Maybe it’s the pain I’m marinating in lately. Maybe it’s the cosmic shitstorm of things not quite landing where they should. Or maybe just maybe my spidey senses are on high alert, and I’m feeling feisty as fuck once again.

And before anyone gets it twisted this isn’t a meltdown. This isn’t a toddler tantrum, toys-out-the-cot moment. Nah. This is clarity. This is refusing to be boxed in, siphoned, or packaged into some palatable, light-and-love, high-vibe-only, pseudo-spiritual aesthetic. I AM FAR FROM THAT!!

I’ve spent too damn long in survival mode, flight mode, fawning mode. And I refuse to live there anymore. I’ve done the deep shadow work, the embodiment, the integration. So call this Feisty Mode. Call it seeing through the noise and not playing along.

I caught myself doom-scrolling a little too hard lately. Clocked it. Didn’t spiral. Yanked myself back because time is precious, and I have a mountain of magic I actually want to create.

And speaking of scrolling can we talk about this whole "living in your trauma" trend? Because honestly, what even are you doing bro?

For years, I wondered why my whole body clenched up when I saw people spilling their deepest wounds out online, performing pain for engagement. Was I avoiding? Was I afraid? Was I just too private?

No. The answer hit me like a lightning bolt:

I don’t do trauma bonding. I don’t do "Here’s my tragic backstory, now let’s all be sparkly, spiritual bunnies in the forest together."

Yes, I have shared. Yes, my story exists in some spaces. But not everyone gets access to that. Not everyone should get access to that. There’s a difference between being witnessed and being energetically siphoned, and I don’t owe my past to strangers looking for a pain-measuring contest.

And shadow work? Fuck yes.I love rolling up my sleeves and digging into the deep, tangled roots of my being. Pulling out the weeds. Facing what needs to be seen. But that’s sacred work. That’s work done in spaces where trust has been earned, not assumed.

Trust issues? Damn right I have them Glenda. And no amount of kumbaya is gonna change that. I welcome it, I work with it, but let’s be real waving a wand and chanting "bippity boppity boo" doesn’t make the shit disappear.

And if that makes me edgy and not like all the other ones? Good. I’ll pin that shit to my chest and wear it.

I don’t need to be a "light worker" because I’m something deeper, wilder, rawer.

I don’t need to "fix people" because I’m here to co-create, awaken, and guide them through their experience.

I don’t need to justify why I don’t trauma-bond because my path is about thriving, not just surviving.

I’m not a joke. I’m not a failure. And I sure as hell am not playing the game of polished, overpriced, surface-level spirituality.

And yeah, that means I might not get the same mainstream validation as the "6-figure business coach coaching coaches."

But honestly?

Fuck that game.

I value my time.

I value the hell out of my worth. 

But I refuse to outprice myself just to stroke an ego. I want to be the guide, the teacher, the activator for as many shiny little diamonds as I can.

And in this crisis of living? I’m sure as shit not about to tell you that you have to give up your weekly coffee or family’s butter just to afford my work.

I believe in the sliding scale koha. This is my price of my work...... But if you truly can’t afford it and you feel like you want to be in my magic.

Let’s talk. We can scale it down so we can co-create together.

That’s integrity.

Because I’ve spent far too much money over the years on shiny, charismatic coaches who talked the talk but didn’t actually walk the walk. Coaches who trauma-bonded as a way to hook you in, but who couldn’t actually hold you when the real work started. Coaches who ghosted the moment the payments stopped.

I’m not saying I expected to become besties with every mentor I worked with. But was there even real respect, or was it all just smoke and mirrors for my monthly payment?

I can count on one hand the mentors I truly respect. And maybe, maybe two or three I deeply desire to be in their field again in the future.

These are the ones who held me. Who walked their talk. Who weren’t just selling a shiny dream but were actually living their damn magic.

Even though I’m no longer in their containers, the connection hasn’t been cut. Some have become respected mutual sisters with deeper juicer friendship.

How fucking beautiful is that?

An unexpected gift.

So my work is fucking potent.

I'm not going to be super loud about it either - the Occult is mysterious for a bloody reason !

And I'll tell you for damn sure, my space will never be built on sales tactics designed to trap and manipulate you.

But hey that’s me.

And this?

This is the world I choose to be in and if you ever feel the call- maybe it might be for you so lets co-create.