“Can I tell you one last thing?” she asked just as we were ending our coaching session.

“Of course” I responded.

“I was talking with my sister-in-law the other day. I was telling her about you and another medium and talking about my spirituality. When I got done telling her how excited I was she told me that she didn’t really believe in mediums. I totally forgot who I was talking to and that she wouldn’t understand my spirituality.” She went on to explain the situation further. I listened, knowing that there was some big piece coming.

I adored her the moment that I met her. Her energy spoke for itself. She hadn’t even spoken yet and I knew that she would be someone who I would work with for a long time. We completed a spirit communication training 1:1 allowing her to join an upcoming spirit communication level 2 workshop that I was running without feeling behind. She joined the spirit communication 2 workshop a couple of weeks later and jumped right into the deep end.

peered into the water tub in absolute awe while watching the goldfish swim around in circles at the bottom of the tub. I looked up and into my father’s eyes.

“You have fish in here” I said with a huge smile.

“Yes, they help to clean out the food that the cattle drop into the water tub” he said back with a smile.

“You have fish in here” I said with a huge smile.

“Yes, they help to clean out the food that the cattle drop into the water tub” he said back with a smile.

“Don’t forget the discount in Patreon” I reminded her. I always put a discount code into Patreon for each workshop so the people in that membership program get rewarded for being in the membership program. 

“I didn’t use that code last workshop” she said.

“I know, why?” I asked.

“I didn’t use that code last workshop” she said.

“I know, why?” I asked.

He laughed to himself in the back of the car, a real laugh from deep within his soul. I couldn’t help but laugh simply listening to him laughing. 

The GPS was shouting out directions, and each time it said the highway that we were on, he laughed more, head back, eyes closed, mouth open, belly laughing. I snickered in the front seat, knowing full well what he was laughing about.

I like rules. I pretend I don’t. I know (as a rule) it’s not cool to like rules, so I pretend I find them irritating and unnecessary. I’m not just talking about rules and laws, but social norms, constructs of faith, personal agreements, world records and casual suggestions. Rules come in so many different packages

I was sitting silently in meditation speaking with one of my guides about sex, sexuality and sexual energy. I was exploring how she was able to be very sensual and sexual without throwing sexual energy out into the space, which was interesting to me.  She poured all of the sexual energy back into herself.

I wore my emotions on my sleeve from the time that I was a small child. My parents never had to question how I felt, they knew, in fact everyone knew. I could never wrap my mind around swallowing my emotions. My process deeply involved how to process my emotions without spraying them all over my reality when the environment wasn’t appropriate.

I often cry during meditation. It isn’t active crying as one might envision, it is more like releasing from my eyes as a gentle way of letting go of energy that doesn’t align any longer. As I worked with the knowledge of imbalance of divine feminine and masculine I noticed that my body was only crying out of the left eye during meditation.

I was mid-sentence inviting him to look at the part of him that makes him less than me. The part of him that puts me above him. The part of him that thinks there is a hierarchy in any form. The part of him that was taught that he wasn’t enough.