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🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
🕊️ A Tribute of Light for Michael Garrett Sears
January 1, 2009 – November 10, 2025
There are moments that split a life open.
Moments your breath is taken from you & the world goes silent & still.
Honoring Michael is one of these moments.
Michael Garrett Sears, 16, carried both mystery and radiance ~ adventurous, artistic, athletic, hilarious, loyal. He made people feel seen, brought laughter with his whole face, & lived with a spark of freedom that moved between the worlds.
He was a devoted son to two military veterans, a beloved brother, grandson, friend, teammate.
And for my daughter, Dasha, he was a new & young love in its truest form ~ the boy who met her with presence, comfort, & sincerity. A connection of love that will shape her life forever.
Michael lived in motion ~ football since childhood, snowboarding, off-roading, hiking, camping, drawing, traveling with his grandparents. His time here was far too short, but he filled it with more life than many do in their entire existence.
To his parents Paul and Jen, his brothers Ethan and Tayler, his grandparents Colleen and David Merrill & every friend who loved him - we honor your grief & hold you close through the immense pain we all share together.
Funeral Service
🕊️ Monday, Nov 24 at 11:00 a.m.
Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary
Family & Friends Visitation
🕊️ Sunday, Nov 23 (5–8 p.m.)
🕊️ Monday (9:30–10:30 a.m.)
Celebration of Life
🕊️ 1:00 p.m. at Fruit Heights City Hall
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Riders Athletics football program.
We won’t pretend this makes sense.
We won’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
We deeply honour the beauty he brought & the pain of losing him.
Michael.. May your soul travel gently into the arms
of the Unseen.
May LOVE carry you home
& comfort all who are still here. 🤍
LLM
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They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
They tried to erase us. But we remember.
~ About my Mother Land - Russia & WW2… (Part I) 🇷🇺
Swipe through the memory. ⬆️
Then read the full story below.
May 9 ~ Victory Day is Russia’s Sacred Flame
This Holy Holiday is the most sacred day for Russia and her people.
Today, we remember:
We were one country, fighting shoulder to shoulder.
The greatest people. Our Heroes.
They endured.. Shooting, torture, locked in & gassed in stables, hell on earth. Cold. Hunger. Slavery. Concentration camps. Hanging. Gas and fire. Children and mothers burning together, screaming & witnessing one another..
Leningrad. Volgograd.
Journals, names of slaves, letters - all burned.
We lost 27+ million lives.
Most of Europe surrendered in weeks.
Russia stood five years.
And still - WE DID NOT SURRENDER.
How can anyone understand this kind of power & grit?
Boys of 14, 15, 17…
They didn’t want to leave. But they went.
So did their fathers, grandfathers, brothers.
When young ones were hung, old men stepped forward.. Untying ropes from their necks & placing them in their own.
Only bare minimum were saved.
My childhood was in Leningrad.
I remember the war movies, the bombing & shooting sounds, the raw stories from survivors.
They didn’t call it PTSD.
They healed. Stood UP & Rebuilt.
I grieve deeply for my great-grandfathers.
I feel the fear & pain in my heart pounding like iron in their chests.
And my grandmother’s story lives inside me:
She and my great-grandmother missed the bus out of Leningrad.
Moments later, Germans bombed the lake.
The bus went under. Everyone died.
They stayed. They survived.
I am here because they lived.
And now?
We became soft and spoiled. We complain about shit that doesn’t matter.
Have we forgotten what survival means?
Time is not real.
What happened 80 years ago - is still happening now.
Time walks in one line.
They want us to forget.
But we won’t.
This victory will never be forgiven by those who wanted to destroy our country.
We rebuke their fascists ways & wars.
We remember. We rise.
For them.
For truth.
For every soul lost.
Happy Victory Day ♥️🙏🌺
#sherises #motherrussia @sofiahthom @nikitagoodrich @dasha.woww @galakor @tjhigley
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
My best friend was THE ONE
that got me through ALL OF IT
When I remembered myself again..
I had no idea what I was in for
5 years ago, I was in Costa Rica, sitting on a river rock, pouring my tears into the flowing waters, knowing & not knowing what I was about to face soon…
I just didn’t know how hard it was going to continue to be, or what it was going to evolve into
My PATH
It hasn’t been easy & you assume the hardships are behind you because of how hard it has already been
You think you have suffered enough & now you deserve peace
What I didn’t realize is that I chose my path way before I remembered it
It was what I still had to hold, process, transmute & carry in my heart, purging it on my hands & knees, feeling the panic attacks,
silently screaming inside
Screaming in the silence of the terror
When people tell me that I am strong…
let me tell you…
It was my best friend who was strong for me
Because some days…
I lost it
I went insane
I drowned in my sorrows
I dried all my tears from crying for a year straight
At one point, I stopped bleeding
My heart shattered
She shaved her head
We were purging
I started bleeding again..
Even when I was & felt completely alone - I wasn’t alone
It was my best friend
@sofiahthom
by my side,
doing it with me
Year after year,
witnessing my becoming
Watching me melt into my pain
Listening to my trauma for two thousand nine hundred & two days
She rolled in the black sand with me,
painted my body with blue clay,
laid next to me in my grief,
Sat by me witnessing me purge all my pain out
We swam in the Ocean’s waves together ~ calling to our dreams & our Soul’s purpose in life
She sang to me & schooled me when was needed
She held me on her lap, while I was sobbing myself back to my wholeness at the river, crawling my way out of Mother’s Womb,
where I screamed my trauma out for my ancestors, my lineage, as she honored me as the Grandmother & gave me the gift of healing my womb & my oracle trauma
She was there to remind me of who TF I was
So NO
I didn’t do it
I hardly made it..
(Continues in the comment below)
The Yellow 💛 Rose has arrived!
Rooted within the Sacred Teachings of the Rose, inspired by the archetypal wisdom of the Mother Lover and the Earth element, the Yellow 💛 Rose Ceremonial Remembrance is an invitation to reconnect with the fertile wellspring of beauty, abundance, and creative overflow that already lives within you.
Sisters on the Rose Priestess path who are inspired to connect more deeply with the Sacred Teachings of the Yellow 💛 Rose through her roots, her stem, her thorns, her bud, her petals, and her fragrance, are invited to join me within The Temple Body Arts Virtual Festival on May 27th-31st.
I have a special code just for you that can be accessed below and within my bio.
Send me a dm once you register, as I’ll have a special gift waiting for you.
#templebodyartsfestival #rosemedicine #sacredteachingsofthe🌹
A transmission I still feel..
🔥
#grateful
@apechimba
@awo__music
@envision
@sofiahthom
Comment FESTIVAL ✨ to join the biggest online event of 2026 for Feminine leaders ready to awaken their artistry and step out onto the global stage
This has been me for the last few months…
Birthing something totally new into the world and on my laptop making big and bold moves, from my retreat center @danyasa_ecoretreat_hotel
Something never done before
And it’s no small feat
This vision was so big I made a pivot because
I knew something bigger wanted to birth
During the Beltane ceremony I announced that I was
going to be hosting the first ever TEMPLE BODY ARTS
online festival 🙌🏼
Now, it’s finally here and in just one day we had 50 women sign up to get their tier one ticket 🎟️
13 Certified Temple Body Artists as Ceremonialists will be joining from around the world LIVE
Five days of embodiment workshops led by
@sabrinavedete.official
@dragon.mayumi
@mariembounimd
@iamavatara
@thegoddessmoves
@niky_melia
@skylartemplesinger
@anyahdevi
@diamariarose
@heatherchristie.love
@concettina0101
Plus a VIP backstage exclusive experience with @rubychase @loverofthegarden and @nixie_marie
The festival starts on May 27th-31st, 2026
You can get your 🎟️ by commenting FESTIVAL and I’ll send you all the details to join us
See you in there sister 🌹
#templebodyartsfestival #feminineleadership #liveyouryes #sisterhood
DONE WITH THE BS 🔥
ORACLE REMEMBERED
DAY 1 ~ PRIESTESS
Today we cleared shame.
We cleared around confidence.
Guilt. Embarrassment.
Spiritual masks.
The fear of speaking truth.
The Priestess remembers.
DAY ONE was a powerful portal for the feminine oracle lineage to re-awaken within our bones. To remember the priestess crown & the rainbow body…
Join us live for the next 4 days of ORACLE REMEMBERED ✨
Live + replay available.
Comment ORACLE or join through link in bio before it’s gone 🌹xo
#oracle #remember #authentic expression #truth
Grateful for the push to this existence @christopherplow
THIS IS FOR THE WOMEN
WHO KNOW
THEY CAME HERE FOR MORE ✨
Hello beautiful Oracles ✨
This message is for the Priestesses, the Yoginis, the Dakinis, the women who remember that they are Goddesses.
The women who are remembering the POWER of the Divine Feminine essence, their presence, their power to create life, to say NO to pain, fear, shame & suffering… and YES to truth, embodiment, remembrance & love.
The women who are here to rise.
To speak their truth.
To share their message.
To become the embodiment of the Divine Feminine Oracle in service to the greater good.
To remember who the fuck we are.
To remember what we came here to claim.
The dreams.
The purpose.
The life we are here to create & bring through.
We are here to become conduits for the Divine.
I am that channel.
I am that conduit.
I am that vessel.
And through my work I devote myself to guiding beautiful souls home ~
back to their hearts,
their bodies,
their health,
their truth,
their purpose,
their remembrance.
For our lineages.
For future generations.
For consciousness itself.
We are here for something MORE than simply surviving.
And so TOMORROW ~ Monday, we begin ✨
ORACLE REMEMBERED ~ 5 Day Devotional Sadhana
A very sacred, intimate & nourishing online space to receive, activate, release, remember & reclaim.
Five days LIVE together.
Five days to create space for new activations.
Five days to reconnect to your truth.
Five days to remember who you really are beneath the pressure, noise, masks & exhaustion.
This is your invitation to step fully into your unapologetic expression, your abundance, your embodiment & your Divine Feminine essence.
I am here to support you.
Guide you.
Walk with you.
We begin tomorrow 🌹
ORACLE REMEMBERED
May 11–15
LIVE DAILY on Zoom
10AM Pacific
Comment ORACLE or send me a DM & I’ll send you the link ✨Or check out my links!
#oracle #remember #who #you #are
You will ENDURE your panic attacks in this lifetime…
And you can breathe through them.
When you awaken from deep cosmic slumber
When you return from the veil of amnesia
When you remember the ancient codes
When you start consciously gathering all parts of who you truly are
When you look your deepest, forgotten, tormenting & most sacred trauma in the eyes
You WILL BE on your hands & knees.. bowing low in your agony..
You WILL BE weeping & cryingall the grief out of you that you have never grieved..
You WILL BE in your full PANIC expression, NOT knowing what to do or where to go next
Remember my words..
Just BREATHE through it
There is NOTHING else you CAN really do in that holy moment..
Just breathe
Surrender
Let go
Trust
FEEL
Give yourself permission to feel ALL that has been hidden from your inner sight
FEEL ALL that has been a lie
FEEL ALL that has been a betrayal
We are here to feel, process & remember that we are the conduits for the Divine
We are here on a Soul mission to gather codes for healing for this beautiful planet Earth & all her children
Panic Attacks are the times to remember that you are a Divine Warrior enduring, withstanding & reprogramming the conditioned wiring in your own being, who is awakening to truth, to real life, to true love
Hang in there
Feel the waves of true Kundalini awakening through your very spine
Get down & BOW low on your knees
Weep & moan for the Earth & all her suffering we have endured from the times we were all enslaved into the Matrix & the systems that control our very minds, bodies & souls
But now we are BACK
WE are all rising
One step
One person
One lineage
One future generation
At a time
Are you remembering & rising with me?
I am here to support your awakening through your Kundalini rising in your every cell.. in her panic, in her confusion, in her hopelessness, in her anguish & sacred rage..
She is POWERFUL & she is fully embodied coming through your divine channel at this time, in this timeline YOU are walking & living.
Are you living it FULLY?
Are you giving it ALL?
(Cont.below) ⬇️
You will ENDURE your panic attacks in this lifetime…
And you can breathe through them.
When you awaken from deep cosmic slumber
When you return from the veil of amnesia
When you remember the ancient codes
When you start consciously gathering all parts of who you truly are
When you look your deepest, forgotten, tormenting & most sacred trauma in the eyes
You WILL BE on your hands & knees.. bowing low in your agony..
You WILL BE weeping & cryingall the grief out of you that you have never grieved..
You WILL BE in your full PANIC expression, NOT knowing what to do or where to go next
Remember my words..
Just BREATHE through it
There is NOTHING else you CAN really do in that holy moment..
Just breathe
Surrender
Let go
Trust
FEEL
Give yourself permission to feel ALL that has been hidden from your inner sight
FEEL ALL that has been a lie
FEEL ALL that has been a betrayal
We are here to feel, process & remember that we are the conduits for the Divine
We are here on a Soul mission to gather codes for healing for this beautiful planet Earth & all her children
Panic Attacks are the times to remember that you are a Divine Warrior enduring, withstanding & reprogramming the conditioned wiring in your own being, who is awakening to truth, to real life, to true love
Hang in there
Feel the waves of true Kundalini awakening through your very spine
Get down & BOW low on your knees
Weep & moan for the Earth & all her suffering we have endured from the times we were all enslaved into the Matrix & the systems that control our very minds, bodies & souls
But now we are BACK
WE are all rising
One step
One person
One lineage
One future generation
At a time
Are you remembering & rising with me?
I am here to support your awakening through your Kundalini rising in your every cell.. in her panic, in her confusion, in her hopelessness, in her anguish & sacred rage..
She is POWERFUL & she is fully embodied coming through your divine channel at this time, in this timeline YOU are walking & living.
Are you living it FULLY?
Are you giving it ALL?
(Cont.below) ⬇️
You will ENDURE your panic attacks in this lifetime…
And you can breathe through them.
When you awaken from deep cosmic slumber
When you return from the veil of amnesia
When you remember the ancient codes
When you start consciously gathering all parts of who you truly are
When you look your deepest, forgotten, tormenting & most sacred trauma in the eyes
You WILL BE on your hands & knees.. bowing low in your agony..
You WILL BE weeping & cryingall the grief out of you that you have never grieved..
You WILL BE in your full PANIC expression, NOT knowing what to do or where to go next
Remember my words..
Just BREATHE through it
There is NOTHING else you CAN really do in that holy moment..
Just breathe
Surrender
Let go
Trust
FEEL
Give yourself permission to feel ALL that has been hidden from your inner sight
FEEL ALL that has been a lie
FEEL ALL that has been a betrayal
We are here to feel, process & remember that we are the conduits for the Divine
We are here on a Soul mission to gather codes for healing for this beautiful planet Earth & all her children
Panic Attacks are the times to remember that you are a Divine Warrior enduring, withstanding & reprogramming the conditioned wiring in your own being, who is awakening to truth, to real life, to true love
Hang in there
Feel the waves of true Kundalini awakening through your very spine
Get down & BOW low on your knees
Weep & moan for the Earth & all her suffering we have endured from the times we were all enslaved into the Matrix & the systems that control our very minds, bodies & souls
But now we are BACK
WE are all rising
One step
One person
One lineage
One future generation
At a time
Are you remembering & rising with me?
I am here to support your awakening through your Kundalini rising in your every cell.. in her panic, in her confusion, in her hopelessness, in her anguish & sacred rage..
She is POWERFUL & she is fully embodied coming through your divine channel at this time, in this timeline YOU are walking & living.
Are you living it FULLY?
Are you giving it ALL?
(Cont.below) ⬇️
You will ENDURE your panic attacks in this lifetime…
And you can breathe through them.
When you awaken from deep cosmic slumber
When you return from the veil of amnesia
When you remember the ancient codes
When you start consciously gathering all parts of who you truly are
When you look your deepest, forgotten, tormenting & most sacred trauma in the eyes
You WILL BE on your hands & knees.. bowing low in your agony..
You WILL BE weeping & cryingall the grief out of you that you have never grieved..
You WILL BE in your full PANIC expression, NOT knowing what to do or where to go next
Remember my words..
Just BREATHE through it
There is NOTHING else you CAN really do in that holy moment..
Just breathe
Surrender
Let go
Trust
FEEL
Give yourself permission to feel ALL that has been hidden from your inner sight
FEEL ALL that has been a lie
FEEL ALL that has been a betrayal
We are here to feel, process & remember that we are the conduits for the Divine
We are here on a Soul mission to gather codes for healing for this beautiful planet Earth & all her children
Panic Attacks are the times to remember that you are a Divine Warrior enduring, withstanding & reprogramming the conditioned wiring in your own being, who is awakening to truth, to real life, to true love
Hang in there
Feel the waves of true Kundalini awakening through your very spine
Get down & BOW low on your knees
Weep & moan for the Earth & all her suffering we have endured from the times we were all enslaved into the Matrix & the systems that control our very minds, bodies & souls
But now we are BACK
WE are all rising
One step
One person
One lineage
One future generation
At a time
Are you remembering & rising with me?
I am here to support your awakening through your Kundalini rising in your every cell.. in her panic, in her confusion, in her hopelessness, in her anguish & sacred rage..
She is POWERFUL & she is fully embodied coming through your divine channel at this time, in this timeline YOU are walking & living.
Are you living it FULLY?
Are you giving it ALL?
(Cont.below) ⬇️
You will ENDURE your panic attacks in this lifetime…
And you can breathe through them.
When you awaken from deep cosmic slumber
When you return from the veil of amnesia
When you remember the ancient codes
When you start consciously gathering all parts of who you truly are
When you look your deepest, forgotten, tormenting & most sacred trauma in the eyes
You WILL BE on your hands & knees.. bowing low in your agony..
You WILL BE weeping & cryingall the grief out of you that you have never grieved..
You WILL BE in your full PANIC expression, NOT knowing what to do or where to go next
Remember my words..
Just BREATHE through it
There is NOTHING else you CAN really do in that holy moment..
Just breathe
Surrender
Let go
Trust
FEEL
Give yourself permission to feel ALL that has been hidden from your inner sight
FEEL ALL that has been a lie
FEEL ALL that has been a betrayal
We are here to feel, process & remember that we are the conduits for the Divine
We are here on a Soul mission to gather codes for healing for this beautiful planet Earth & all her children
Panic Attacks are the times to remember that you are a Divine Warrior enduring, withstanding & reprogramming the conditioned wiring in your own being, who is awakening to truth, to real life, to true love
Hang in there
Feel the waves of true Kundalini awakening through your very spine
Get down & BOW low on your knees
Weep & moan for the Earth & all her suffering we have endured from the times we were all enslaved into the Matrix & the systems that control our very minds, bodies & souls
But now we are BACK
WE are all rising
One step
One person
One lineage
One future generation
At a time
Are you remembering & rising with me?
I am here to support your awakening through your Kundalini rising in your every cell.. in her panic, in her confusion, in her hopelessness, in her anguish & sacred rage..
She is POWERFUL & she is fully embodied coming through your divine channel at this time, in this timeline YOU are walking & living.
Are you living it FULLY?
Are you giving it ALL?
(Cont.below) ⬇️
What’s alive for me right now…
is authentic expression ✨
I recently joined some beautiful challenges & they have been really supporting me.
One around Feng Shui & creating more harmony and sanctuary in the home with @nixie_marie
One around nourishment, smoothies, juicing, health & vitality with @liberationmentor
And one around authentic expression… sharing ourselves more truthfully online with @kevinkenell
All of them are supporting different parts of me & my purpose work.
More beauty & harmony in the home.
More balance & harmony in the body.
More expression & harmony in the voice.
Through all of this…
I am reminded again how much I genuinely love storytelling & mythopoetry.
I love writing & sharing what I write.
I am a channel for writing.
My soul loves to speak to me this way.
And honestly…
I haven’t shared enough of this side of myself online through videos.
I want to share more of ME.
My truth.
My voice.
My heart.
My truth is kindness.
My truth is love.
But my truth is also calling out anything that is NOT aligned with that.
We are here to remember.
To heal.
To wake up.
And honestly… it all feels perfectly aligned as I prepare for ORACLE REMEMBERED 🌹
A 5 Day Devotional Sadhana birthed through devotion, grief, integration & remembering.
And I finally feel ready to show up more fully online again.
Not as someone different.
But more honest.
More embodied.
More true.
Come join me 🌹
Comment or DM “ORACLE” & I’ll send you the details ✨
🌹🌹🌹
all of this is birthed from #launch with @christopherplow @truenaturedreams
My Love..
I wanted to keep sharing more of my story with you…
Last night, my dear soul sister & teacher, Sofiah, @sofiahthom asked me a few questions about my upcoming five-day offering,
“ORACLE REMEMBERED,” beginning May 11th.
It has been 5 years since I offered my last Shadow Magic Course ONLINE.
The integration has been real & very deep.
And I am honestly enjoying easing into my return with peace, divine inspiration, listening & guidance from within.
I do witness the hustle, stress, fears, frustrations, as well as joy & celebrations of the online world of transformational, healing, educational offerings.
In the end we are all simply trying to bring through our purpose, drive, passion, survival skills, hope, dreams & all of the codes we possess inside ourselves.
So how do you choose to bring your own dream into the world?
(I’d love to know.)
Mine has been gently unfolding for the last 12 re-awakening conscious years,
as I reflect on the codes that I am here to share with you.
I thought deeply about the questions Sofiah asked me…
grateful for the chance to peel another layer into the mystery & the knowing.
I know & understand who I am,
what I am here to do,
who I am here to serve,
and why.
Now I remember my codes.
And I am here to guide other women into remembering theirs.
We begin May 11–15
10AM Pacific | Live on Zoom for 5 DAYS
$22 to enter into the ORACLE field
If you feel this call…
this is your invitation.
Send me “ORACLE” in the DMs & I’ll send you the link personally. Xoxo
~ Anya Devi
#oracle #remember #who #you #are
Images by @melissarobincoaching at Temple Body Arts Initiation with @sofiahthom @danyasa_ecoretreat_hotel @templebodyartscollective
My Love..
I wanted to keep sharing more of my story with you…
Last night, my dear soul sister & teacher, Sofiah, @sofiahthom asked me a few questions about my upcoming five-day offering,
“ORACLE REMEMBERED,” beginning May 11th.
It has been 5 years since I offered my last Shadow Magic Course ONLINE.
The integration has been real & very deep.
And I am honestly enjoying easing into my return with peace, divine inspiration, listening & guidance from within.
I do witness the hustle, stress, fears, frustrations, as well as joy & celebrations of the online world of transformational, healing, educational offerings.
In the end we are all simply trying to bring through our purpose, drive, passion, survival skills, hope, dreams & all of the codes we possess inside ourselves.
So how do you choose to bring your own dream into the world?
(I’d love to know.)
Mine has been gently unfolding for the last 12 re-awakening conscious years,
as I reflect on the codes that I am here to share with you.
I thought deeply about the questions Sofiah asked me…
grateful for the chance to peel another layer into the mystery & the knowing.
I know & understand who I am,
what I am here to do,
who I am here to serve,
and why.
Now I remember my codes.
And I am here to guide other women into remembering theirs.
We begin May 11–15
10AM Pacific | Live on Zoom for 5 DAYS
$22 to enter into the ORACLE field
If you feel this call…
this is your invitation.
Send me “ORACLE” in the DMs & I’ll send you the link personally. Xoxo
~ Anya Devi
#oracle #remember #who #you #are
Images by @melissarobincoaching at Temple Body Arts Initiation with @sofiahthom @danyasa_ecoretreat_hotel @templebodyartscollective
My Love..
I wanted to keep sharing more of my story with you…
Last night, my dear soul sister & teacher, Sofiah, @sofiahthom asked me a few questions about my upcoming five-day offering,
“ORACLE REMEMBERED,” beginning May 11th.
It has been 5 years since I offered my last Shadow Magic Course ONLINE.
The integration has been real & very deep.
And I am honestly enjoying easing into my return with peace, divine inspiration, listening & guidance from within.
I do witness the hustle, stress, fears, frustrations, as well as joy & celebrations of the online world of transformational, healing, educational offerings.
In the end we are all simply trying to bring through our purpose, drive, passion, survival skills, hope, dreams & all of the codes we possess inside ourselves.
So how do you choose to bring your own dream into the world?
(I’d love to know.)
Mine has been gently unfolding for the last 12 re-awakening conscious years,
as I reflect on the codes that I am here to share with you.
I thought deeply about the questions Sofiah asked me…
grateful for the chance to peel another layer into the mystery & the knowing.
I know & understand who I am,
what I am here to do,
who I am here to serve,
and why.
Now I remember my codes.
And I am here to guide other women into remembering theirs.
We begin May 11–15
10AM Pacific | Live on Zoom for 5 DAYS
$22 to enter into the ORACLE field
If you feel this call…
this is your invitation.
Send me “ORACLE” in the DMs & I’ll send you the link personally. Xoxo
~ Anya Devi
#oracle #remember #who #you #are
Images by @melissarobincoaching at Temple Body Arts Initiation with @sofiahthom @danyasa_ecoretreat_hotel @templebodyartscollective
My Love..
I wanted to keep sharing more of my story with you…
Last night, my dear soul sister & teacher, Sofiah, @sofiahthom asked me a few questions about my upcoming five-day offering,
“ORACLE REMEMBERED,” beginning May 11th.
It has been 5 years since I offered my last Shadow Magic Course ONLINE.
The integration has been real & very deep.
And I am honestly enjoying easing into my return with peace, divine inspiration, listening & guidance from within.
I do witness the hustle, stress, fears, frustrations, as well as joy & celebrations of the online world of transformational, healing, educational offerings.
In the end we are all simply trying to bring through our purpose, drive, passion, survival skills, hope, dreams & all of the codes we possess inside ourselves.
So how do you choose to bring your own dream into the world?
(I’d love to know.)
Mine has been gently unfolding for the last 12 re-awakening conscious years,
as I reflect on the codes that I am here to share with you.
I thought deeply about the questions Sofiah asked me…
grateful for the chance to peel another layer into the mystery & the knowing.
I know & understand who I am,
what I am here to do,
who I am here to serve,
and why.
Now I remember my codes.
And I am here to guide other women into remembering theirs.
We begin May 11–15
10AM Pacific | Live on Zoom for 5 DAYS
$22 to enter into the ORACLE field
If you feel this call…
this is your invitation.
Send me “ORACLE” in the DMs & I’ll send you the link personally. Xoxo
~ Anya Devi
#oracle #remember #who #you #are
Images by @melissarobincoaching at Temple Body Arts Initiation with @sofiahthom @danyasa_ecoretreat_hotel @templebodyartscollective
My Love..
I wanted to keep sharing more of my story with you…
Last night, my dear soul sister & teacher, Sofiah, @sofiahthom asked me a few questions about my upcoming five-day offering,
“ORACLE REMEMBERED,” beginning May 11th.
It has been 5 years since I offered my last Shadow Magic Course ONLINE.
The integration has been real & very deep.
And I am honestly enjoying easing into my return with peace, divine inspiration, listening & guidance from within.
I do witness the hustle, stress, fears, frustrations, as well as joy & celebrations of the online world of transformational, healing, educational offerings.
In the end we are all simply trying to bring through our purpose, drive, passion, survival skills, hope, dreams & all of the codes we possess inside ourselves.
So how do you choose to bring your own dream into the world?
(I’d love to know.)
Mine has been gently unfolding for the last 12 re-awakening conscious years,
as I reflect on the codes that I am here to share with you.
I thought deeply about the questions Sofiah asked me…
grateful for the chance to peel another layer into the mystery & the knowing.
I know & understand who I am,
what I am here to do,
who I am here to serve,
and why.
Now I remember my codes.
And I am here to guide other women into remembering theirs.
We begin May 11–15
10AM Pacific | Live on Zoom for 5 DAYS
$22 to enter into the ORACLE field
If you feel this call…
this is your invitation.
Send me “ORACLE” in the DMs & I’ll send you the link personally. Xoxo
~ Anya Devi
#oracle #remember #who #you #are
Images by @melissarobincoaching at Temple Body Arts Initiation with @sofiahthom @danyasa_ecoretreat_hotel @templebodyartscollective
My Love..
I wanted to keep sharing more of my story with you…
Last night, my dear soul sister & teacher, Sofiah, @sofiahthom asked me a few questions about my upcoming five-day offering,
“ORACLE REMEMBERED,” beginning May 11th.
It has been 5 years since I offered my last Shadow Magic Course ONLINE.
The integration has been real & very deep.
And I am honestly enjoying easing into my return with peace, divine inspiration, listening & guidance from within.
I do witness the hustle, stress, fears, frustrations, as well as joy & celebrations of the online world of transformational, healing, educational offerings.
In the end we are all simply trying to bring through our purpose, drive, passion, survival skills, hope, dreams & all of the codes we possess inside ourselves.
So how do you choose to bring your own dream into the world?
(I’d love to know.)
Mine has been gently unfolding for the last 12 re-awakening conscious years,
as I reflect on the codes that I am here to share with you.
I thought deeply about the questions Sofiah asked me…
grateful for the chance to peel another layer into the mystery & the knowing.
I know & understand who I am,
what I am here to do,
who I am here to serve,
and why.
Now I remember my codes.
And I am here to guide other women into remembering theirs.
We begin May 11–15
10AM Pacific | Live on Zoom for 5 DAYS
$22 to enter into the ORACLE field
If you feel this call…
this is your invitation.
Send me “ORACLE” in the DMs & I’ll send you the link personally. Xoxo
~ Anya Devi
#oracle #remember #who #you #are
Images by @melissarobincoaching at Temple Body Arts Initiation with @sofiahthom @danyasa_ecoretreat_hotel @templebodyartscollective
My Love..
I wanted to keep sharing more of my story with you…
Last night, my dear soul sister & teacher, Sofiah, @sofiahthom asked me a few questions about my upcoming five-day offering,
“ORACLE REMEMBERED,” beginning May 11th.
It has been 5 years since I offered my last Shadow Magic Course ONLINE.
The integration has been real & very deep.
And I am honestly enjoying easing into my return with peace, divine inspiration, listening & guidance from within.
I do witness the hustle, stress, fears, frustrations, as well as joy & celebrations of the online world of transformational, healing, educational offerings.
In the end we are all simply trying to bring through our purpose, drive, passion, survival skills, hope, dreams & all of the codes we possess inside ourselves.
So how do you choose to bring your own dream into the world?
(I’d love to know.)
Mine has been gently unfolding for the last 12 re-awakening conscious years,
as I reflect on the codes that I am here to share with you.
I thought deeply about the questions Sofiah asked me…
grateful for the chance to peel another layer into the mystery & the knowing.
I know & understand who I am,
what I am here to do,
who I am here to serve,
and why.
Now I remember my codes.
And I am here to guide other women into remembering theirs.
We begin May 11–15
10AM Pacific | Live on Zoom for 5 DAYS
$22 to enter into the ORACLE field
If you feel this call…
this is your invitation.
Send me “ORACLE” in the DMs & I’ll send you the link personally. Xoxo
~ Anya Devi
#oracle #remember #who #you #are
Images by @melissarobincoaching at Temple Body Arts Initiation with @sofiahthom @danyasa_ecoretreat_hotel @templebodyartscollective
My Love..
I wanted to keep sharing more of my story with you…
Last night, my dear soul sister & teacher, Sofiah, @sofiahthom asked me a few questions about my upcoming five-day offering,
“ORACLE REMEMBERED,” beginning May 11th.
It has been 5 years since I offered my last Shadow Magic Course ONLINE.
The integration has been real & very deep.
And I am honestly enjoying easing into my return with peace, divine inspiration, listening & guidance from within.
I do witness the hustle, stress, fears, frustrations, as well as joy & celebrations of the online world of transformational, healing, educational offerings.
In the end we are all simply trying to bring through our purpose, drive, passion, survival skills, hope, dreams & all of the codes we possess inside ourselves.
So how do you choose to bring your own dream into the world?
(I’d love to know.)
Mine has been gently unfolding for the last 12 re-awakening conscious years,
as I reflect on the codes that I am here to share with you.
I thought deeply about the questions Sofiah asked me…
grateful for the chance to peel another layer into the mystery & the knowing.
I know & understand who I am,
what I am here to do,
who I am here to serve,
and why.
Now I remember my codes.
And I am here to guide other women into remembering theirs.
We begin May 11–15
10AM Pacific | Live on Zoom for 5 DAYS
$22 to enter into the ORACLE field
If you feel this call…
this is your invitation.
Send me “ORACLE” in the DMs & I’ll send you the link personally. Xoxo
~ Anya Devi
#oracle #remember #who #you #are
Images by @melissarobincoaching at Temple Body Arts Initiation with @sofiahthom @danyasa_ecoretreat_hotel @templebodyartscollective
My Love..
I wanted to keep sharing more of my story with you…
Last night, my dear soul sister & teacher, Sofiah, @sofiahthom asked me a few questions about my upcoming five-day offering,
“ORACLE REMEMBERED,” beginning May 11th.
It has been 5 years since I offered my last Shadow Magic Course ONLINE.
The integration has been real & very deep.
And I am honestly enjoying easing into my return with peace, divine inspiration, listening & guidance from within.
I do witness the hustle, stress, fears, frustrations, as well as joy & celebrations of the online world of transformational, healing, educational offerings.
In the end we are all simply trying to bring through our purpose, drive, passion, survival skills, hope, dreams & all of the codes we possess inside ourselves.
So how do you choose to bring your own dream into the world?
(I’d love to know.)
Mine has been gently unfolding for the last 12 re-awakening conscious years,
as I reflect on the codes that I am here to share with you.
I thought deeply about the questions Sofiah asked me…
grateful for the chance to peel another layer into the mystery & the knowing.
I know & understand who I am,
what I am here to do,
who I am here to serve,
and why.
Now I remember my codes.
And I am here to guide other women into remembering theirs.
We begin May 11–15
10AM Pacific | Live on Zoom for 5 DAYS
$22 to enter into the ORACLE field
If you feel this call…
this is your invitation.
Send me “ORACLE” in the DMs & I’ll send you the link personally. Xoxo
~ Anya Devi
#oracle #remember #who #you #are
Images by @melissarobincoaching at Temple Body Arts Initiation with @sofiahthom @danyasa_ecoretreat_hotel @templebodyartscollective
My Love..
I wanted to keep sharing more of my story with you…
Last night, my dear soul sister & teacher, Sofiah, @sofiahthom asked me a few questions about my upcoming five-day offering,
“ORACLE REMEMBERED,” beginning May 11th.
It has been 5 years since I offered my last Shadow Magic Course ONLINE.
The integration has been real & very deep.
And I am honestly enjoying easing into my return with peace, divine inspiration, listening & guidance from within.
I do witness the hustle, stress, fears, frustrations, as well as joy & celebrations of the online world of transformational, healing, educational offerings.
In the end we are all simply trying to bring through our purpose, drive, passion, survival skills, hope, dreams & all of the codes we possess inside ourselves.
So how do you choose to bring your own dream into the world?
(I’d love to know.)
Mine has been gently unfolding for the last 12 re-awakening conscious years,
as I reflect on the codes that I am here to share with you.
I thought deeply about the questions Sofiah asked me…
grateful for the chance to peel another layer into the mystery & the knowing.
I know & understand who I am,
what I am here to do,
who I am here to serve,
and why.
Now I remember my codes.
And I am here to guide other women into remembering theirs.
We begin May 11–15
10AM Pacific | Live on Zoom for 5 DAYS
$22 to enter into the ORACLE field
If you feel this call…
this is your invitation.
Send me “ORACLE” in the DMs & I’ll send you the link personally. Xoxo
~ Anya Devi
#oracle #remember #who #you #are
Images by @melissarobincoaching at Temple Body Arts Initiation with @sofiahthom @danyasa_ecoretreat_hotel @templebodyartscollective
My Love..
I wanted to keep sharing more of my story with you…
Last night, my dear soul sister & teacher, Sofiah, @sofiahthom asked me a few questions about my upcoming five-day offering,
“ORACLE REMEMBERED,” beginning May 11th.
It has been 5 years since I offered my last Shadow Magic Course ONLINE.
The integration has been real & very deep.
And I am honestly enjoying easing into my return with peace, divine inspiration, listening & guidance from within.
I do witness the hustle, stress, fears, frustrations, as well as joy & celebrations of the online world of transformational, healing, educational offerings.
In the end we are all simply trying to bring through our purpose, drive, passion, survival skills, hope, dreams & all of the codes we possess inside ourselves.
So how do you choose to bring your own dream into the world?
(I’d love to know.)
Mine has been gently unfolding for the last 12 re-awakening conscious years,
as I reflect on the codes that I am here to share with you.
I thought deeply about the questions Sofiah asked me…
grateful for the chance to peel another layer into the mystery & the knowing.
I know & understand who I am,
what I am here to do,
who I am here to serve,
and why.
Now I remember my codes.
And I am here to guide other women into remembering theirs.
We begin May 11–15
10AM Pacific | Live on Zoom for 5 DAYS
$22 to enter into the ORACLE field
If you feel this call…
this is your invitation.
Send me “ORACLE” in the DMs & I’ll send you the link personally. Xoxo
~ Anya Devi
#oracle #remember #who #you #are
Images by @melissarobincoaching at Temple Body Arts Initiation with @sofiahthom @danyasa_ecoretreat_hotel @templebodyartscollective
My Love..
I wanted to keep sharing more of my story with you…
Last night, my dear soul sister & teacher, Sofiah, @sofiahthom asked me a few questions about my upcoming five-day offering,
“ORACLE REMEMBERED,” beginning May 11th.
It has been 5 years since I offered my last Shadow Magic Course ONLINE.
The integration has been real & very deep.
And I am honestly enjoying easing into my return with peace, divine inspiration, listening & guidance from within.
I do witness the hustle, stress, fears, frustrations, as well as joy & celebrations of the online world of transformational, healing, educational offerings.
In the end we are all simply trying to bring through our purpose, drive, passion, survival skills, hope, dreams & all of the codes we possess inside ourselves.
So how do you choose to bring your own dream into the world?
(I’d love to know.)
Mine has been gently unfolding for the last 12 re-awakening conscious years,
as I reflect on the codes that I am here to share with you.
I thought deeply about the questions Sofiah asked me…
grateful for the chance to peel another layer into the mystery & the knowing.
I know & understand who I am,
what I am here to do,
who I am here to serve,
and why.
Now I remember my codes.
And I am here to guide other women into remembering theirs.
We begin May 11–15
10AM Pacific | Live on Zoom for 5 DAYS
$22 to enter into the ORACLE field
If you feel this call…
this is your invitation.
Send me “ORACLE” in the DMs & I’ll send you the link personally. Xoxo
~ Anya Devi
#oracle #remember #who #you #are
Images by @melissarobincoaching at Temple Body Arts Initiation with @sofiahthom @danyasa_ecoretreat_hotel @templebodyartscollective
Przeglądaj historie na Instagramie w tajemnicy
Instagram Story Viewer to proste narzędzie, które pozwala na ciche oglądanie i zapisywanie historii Instagram, filmów, zdjęć lub IGTV. Dzięki tej usłudze możesz pobrać zawartość i cieszyć się nią offline, kiedy chcesz. Jeśli znajdziesz coś interesującego na Instagramie, co chcesz sprawdzić później, lub chcesz oglądać historie pozostając anonimowym, nasz Viewer jest idealny dla Ciebie. Anonstories oferuje doskonałe rozwiązanie do ukrywania swojej tożsamości. Instagram po raz pierwszy uruchomił funkcję historii w sierpniu 2023 roku, która szybko została zaadoptowana przez inne platformy ze względu na jej angażujący, czasowo ograniczony format. Historie pozwalają użytkownikom dzielić się szybkimi aktualizacjami, czy to zdjęciami, filmami, czy selfie, wzbogaconymi o tekst, emotikony lub filtry, i są widoczne tylko przez 24 godziny. Ten ograniczony czas sprawia, że historie cieszą się dużym zaangażowaniem w porównaniu do zwykłych postów. W dzisiejszym świecie historie to jeden z najpopularniejszych sposobów komunikacji na mediach społecznościowych. Jednak gdy oglądasz historię, twórca może zobaczyć Twoje imię na liście oglądających, co może stanowić problem związany z prywatnością. Co jeśli chcesz przeglądać historie, nie będąc zauważonym? Tutaj Anonstories staje się przydatne. Umożliwia oglądanie publicznej zawartości Instagram bez ujawniania tożsamości. Wystarczy wpisać nazwę użytkownika profilu, który Cię interesuje, a narzędzie wyświetli ich najnowsze historie. Cechy Anonstories Viewer: - Anonimowe przeglądanie: Oglądaj historie bez pojawiania się na liście oglądających. - Brak konta: Oglądaj publiczną zawartość bez logowania się na konto Instagram. - Pobieranie zawartości: Zapisuj dowolną zawartość historii bezpośrednio na swoje urządzenie do użytku offline. - Przeglądaj najważniejsze: Dostęp do Instagram Highlights, nawet po 24 godzinach. - Monitorowanie repostów: Śledź reposty lub poziom zaangażowania w historię na prywatnych profilach. Ograniczenia: - Narzędzie działa tylko z publicznymi kontami; konta prywatne pozostają niedostępne. Korzyści: - Przyjazne dla prywatności: Oglądaj zawartość Instagram bez bycia zauważonym. - Proste i łatwe: Brak potrzeby instalacji aplikacji lub rejestracji. - Ekskluzywne narzędzia: Pobieraj i zarządzaj zawartością w sposób, którego Instagram nie oferuje.
Zalety Anonstories
Oglądaj IG Stories Prywatnie
Śledź aktualizacje na Instagramie dyskretnie, chroniąc swoją prywatność i pozostając anonimowym.
Prywatny Viewer na Instagramie
Oglądaj profile i zdjęcia anonimowo za pomocą Prywatnego Viewera.
Bezpłatny Story Viewer
To darmowe narzędzie pozwala oglądać historie Instagram anonimowo, zapewniając, że Twoja aktywność pozostaje ukryta przed twórcą historii.
Najczęściej zadawane pytania
Anonimowość
Anonstories pozwala użytkownikom oglądać historie na Instagramie bez informowania twórcy.
Kompatybilność z urządzeniami
Funkcjonuje płynnie na iOS, Android, Windows, macOS i nowoczesnych przeglądarkach takich jak Chrome i Safari.
Bezpieczeństwo i Prywatność
Priorytetem jest bezpieczne, anonimowe przeglądanie bez konieczności logowania się.
Brak rejestracji
Użytkownicy mogą oglądać publiczne historie, wpisując nazwę użytkownika – bez konieczności zakładania konta.
Obsługiwane formaty
Pobiera zdjęcia (JPEG) i filmy (MP4) z łatwością.
Koszt
Usługa jest bezpłatna.
Konta prywatne
Treści z prywatnych kont mogą być dostępne tylko dla obserwujących.
Użycie plików
Pliki są przeznaczone do użytku osobistego lub edukacyjnego i muszą być zgodne z przepisami dotyczącymi praw autorskich.
Jak to działa
Wpisz publiczną nazwę użytkownika, aby oglądać lub pobrać historie. Usługa generuje bezpośrednie linki do zapis