It happened during one of the most intense initiations of my life, iboga, ayahuasca, and jurema all working on me at the same time. In that state, I was shown my root connection to hoodoo. What the ancestors revealed was that this root medicine, this whole lineage, lives inside my own bloodline. They showed me the specific rituals for speaking to the dead, and then they told me something I have never forgotten. This was one of my gifts, but I would never have to physically perform those rituals, because the embodiment already lives in my blueprint. I did not have to learn it. I only had to remember it.

For those who do not know it, hoodoo is the African American folk tradition of rootwork and conjure, born among enslaved Africans in the American South. It braided West and Central African spirituality together with Indigenous plant knowledge and, later, fragments of Christianity, into a living practice of working with roots, ancestors, and spirit for protection, healing, and justice. It is one of the ways our people kept their African spirituality alive while everything else was being stripped from them.

How the Ancestors Speak

When I talk about the ancestors, the first thing I want to correct is how people think they speak. People imagine ancestral contact as a voice in plain English, a direct tongue in your ear. But the ancestors speak the language of the universe. They carry their messages through the elements, through the animals, through songs, through signs. If you are present enough, you see that they are in contact with you all the time. And when they do speak more directly, it is almost always in the dream space, where they are formless and where they can show you more wisdom than any words could hold.

Some medicines are made for exactly this. Iboga, the sacred medicine of the Bwiti people of Gabon, is used to connect the initiate directly to the ancestors. It is so pure and so powerful that in the West its derivative is used to interrupt heroin and opioid addiction. That is how deep it reaches. And someone who carries the medicine of the ancestors, who has been initiated and anointed into their lineage, holds that same purity for others to tap into. Because this work accelerates your life. When you are truly connected, you stop wasting time, because you begin to see that everything is in perfect alignment with your original blueprint.

I Was Born Into This

I have to be honest about something. A lot of people, especially online, claim this work before they understand it. They build the altar, they light the candles, they perform the rituals. And the only real measure is not the ritual. It is the quality of the life that comes after it. Look at the whole of a person. Their relationships, with their family, with the people closest to them, in how they treat others. Their relationship with money. Their relationship with their own desires. How they carry their wisdom, and how they serve the world with it. That is the measurement. Not whether they performed the ceremony, but whether they are living inside the wisdom the ancestors handed them.

I have been in circles where someone looks at me and tells me my mother is speaking to them, and I know, in my body, that they are lying. When you encounter a real one, we know. That is exactly why I have never been the person who walks up to someone and announces that their ancestor has a message for them. That is not how this works. There is so much performance around this, and frankly, so much delusion about how the technology actually moves.

What fascinates me is what blocks the connection, because the connection is always there. Usually what blocks it is mental, psychological, and often it is trauma. People hold onto the wound instead of learning to metabolize what is being shown to them.

I have worked with the ancestors since I was a little girl, which I write about in the book. Training with Elder Malidoma Somé confirmed it. But I knew it in my bones when my mother transitioned and began showing up in my dreams. That is when I understood that ancestral medicine was my medicine. The jungle medicines opened me up even further, but they did not initiate me. I was born into this. My mother has shown me, in the dream state, the richness, the wealth, the royalty that runs through our bloodline, the inheritance that was always ours.

I felt it again in a class not long ago. We were working with the ancestral pattern, one of the four layers of my Elemental Ancestral Code. As I spoke with one woman, something in me moved to say out loud the exact language her ancestors were sharing with me. I do not do this often, and I never perform it, because the difference between the real thing and the forced thing is everything. When someone forces it, you feel the strain. When it is real, it comes from a place so integral that it feels pure, and pure is the operative word. Ancestral work is pure energy. Your attention has to be pure. You have to come in already carrying that purification. It is not lost on me that my own name, Taheera, is an Islamic name that means pure, a blessing, a prayer. I have come to understand that I am one of the keepers of this medicine.

And this is how it actually reaches me. When I am with someone, I am scanning how their ancestors are coming through, and it is rarely words first. It arrives as a wave of energy, a nudge in my somatic body, a lightheadedness, an emotion that is not mine. Language is the last thing to come, and I only speak it when it is unmistakably clear. Other times it is a song that rises in my consciousness, or an image playing behind my eyes. There are many, many ways in. The words are just the one people expect.

So when I said her ancestors’ words out loud, it brought her to tears. It was word for word what she had been hearing in her own messages. She left that day no longer feeling disconnected, no longer a victim to her lineage. She left embracing her power.

The Freedom They Never Gave Us

And here we are, the day after. The fireworks are done, the flags are coming down, and this is when I actually have something to say. Every country carries a complicated history, but Black history holds a wound that positivity cannot close. On July 4, 1776, this nation declared that all men are created equal while our ancestors were still enslaved, and stayed enslaved for almost ninety more years. Frederick Douglass said it plainly in 1852. This Fourth of July is yours, not mine. So while people spent yesterday at the cookouts and the fireworks, there is a part of me that simply will not entertain that energy. Not from anger. I just do not get down with the making of this holiday. I have lived in the Dominican Republic for six years now, so I am already outside the American holiday rhythm, but the truth is I never followed it, partly from growing up Muslim, and partly from a lifelong refusal to follow the herd. No matter how commercialized and magnetic they make a thing, if something underneath it is out of alignment, I feel it.

Even Juneteenth, June 19, 1865, the day the last enslaved people in Texas finally learned they were free, two and a half years after the Emancipation Proclamation, I hold with a complicated gratitude. I am grateful they were finally recognized as free. And at the same time, we still live in a society where, mentally, most of us are nowhere near free. Call it the warrior in me, but that is where I stand, and I do not apologize for it.

The Real Inheritance

I am a disrupter. And I am someone who will take you all the way to real freedom, if you give me the permission. Because working with the ancestors is working with inheritance. It carries a trade-off, though. It means learning to move through the layers of grief and trauma our ancestors carried, because those layers live in us. You cannot reach for the light and skip that part.

The ancestors sit in a higher state of consciousness, one that is connected to what people call God, the creator, the divine. But hear me clearly. That higher state is not separate from us. It is a part of us that we can reach when our intentions are pure. That is how a shaman connects to the higher planes of wisdom so effortlessly, not by climbing to something outside herself, but by aligning with the part of her that was there all along. We are still in human form, so we forget it is ours. The wisdom the ancestors carry comes from that state, which is why ancestral connection is a technology, and one you can learn.

And when I say ancestors, I do not only mean bloodline. I mean the cosmic ancestors too. The ones who are not human. The star ancestors that African traditions have always spoken of, the ones who carry messages from the future. That is the fuller field this work opens into.

So here is what I know. The real independence was never the founders’ liberty. It is understanding your own power and coming home to your sovereignty. While others celebrate their Fourth of July, I honor mine by giving thanks to the ancestors who survived everything so that I could stand here.

What I’ll Leave You With

Two questions. Sit with them now that the noise has quieted.

Who from your bloodline keeps showing up, in a dream, a song, a sign, that you have been too busy to stop and honor?

What have you been carrying as your own struggle that might actually be a layer your ancestors passed down, waiting in you to finally be freed?

Now that the fireworks are over and the celebration of a freedom that was never fully ours has passed, take one quiet moment for the ones who came before you. Say their names. Give thanks. Anytime you honor the ones who came before you, that is your real independence day.

I tell the fuller story of my mother, my lineage, and this whole becoming in my memoir, Living from the Center, out late August. If you want it the moment it lands, the waitlist is here: Join the Waitlist.

Field Notes from an Initiated Black Shaman · Entry Four

I was lying on the mat in the middle of an ayahuasca ceremony when I watched the sand of Kemet open and a lion’s head rise out of it, coming closer and closer to me.

It was Sekhmet. The goddess of transformation and the healer, a force to be reckoned with, and one of many deities I have worked with in ceremonial space. Her whole body surfaced, bright gold with royal blue around her armor, and I said her name to myself. Sekhmet. She said nothing back. She only looked at me, the way you look at someone when the answer is already yes. So I spoke to her plainly. If you are here to work on behalf of this ceremony, then know this is a partnership, not a possession. We work side by side. She looked at me again in understanding. And when I opened my eyes, I felt her in me, but never over me.

How I Got to That Floor

This was still early in my initiations, when I was co-facilitating ayahuasca with my former mentor, Joel. That ceremony was held for two of my students from Ecology of Shamanism, the school where I trained practitioners in shamanic methodology, tantra, energy healing, mindfulness, and nervous system regulation. By the end of their first year, they would come to my sanctuary in the Dominican Republic, Oasis in the Mountains, for a two-week immersion in the jungle medicines, Kambo, Rapeh, Sananga, and at that time I was also teaching people how to work with psilocybin. They would sit in two ayahuasca ceremonies with me and with Joel. These two women were part of the very first cycle of the school, and the first to take what I taught about facilitating retreats and actually begin holding their own. The energy of their group ran heavy, a mix of anxiety and grief and raw emotion, but these women came to work.

What I usually do is arrive a few days early, so the participants can get to know me, ask their questions about the medicines, and so I can oversee how my students are serving and gently show them what to refine. And what I saw in this group was a circle of women who needed to come back into their own power.

That night was also a first for me. It was the first time I was given permission to serve Rapeh right before the ceremony. For some that may sound small. But when you truly understand the alchemy of how these medicines work, and how they work together, there is an order and an integrity to it, and if the practitioner is not balanced within themselves, their own state can poison the space. That is one of the foundations I used to teach my students about passing Rapeh. So I was honored, and I was ready. I knew that night was going to be special, even for me.

After Joel and his wife arrived, we began to serve the ayahuasca. And that is when Sekhmet came up out of the sand.

I will not lay out what passed between us. The privacy and the sacredness of a ceremony are not for a feed. But I can tell you it was one of the most powerful ceremonies Joel and I have ever facilitated together. The next day, in our integration circle, the women spoke about how powerful they felt, how their confidence had climbed to a place they had never touched, how they felt they could do anything.

And that was no accident. It made sense that Sekhmet was the one who came. She is not a soft goddess. In the Kemetic tradition she is the lioness, the warrior, the fierce healer who carries the fire of the sun. She is the divine feminine in her most uncompromising form, the part of a woman that does not shrink, does not apologize, and does not ask permission to take up the space she was made for. She destroys what needs to be destroyed and heals in the very same breath.

So her presence over that circle was the whole point. These were women who had arrived carrying anxiety and grief, women who had spent a long time made small. The work of that night was them remembering their own power, and Sekhmet moving through the space was the embodiment of exactly what they came to reclaim, that fierce, sovereign feminine that lives in all of them underneath the shrinking. They did not walk away calmer. They walked away powerful. That is her signature, and it is part of why she chose that ceremony.

What the Upper World Is

In the cosmology I was trained in, there are three worlds. The lower world, the underworld, where the descent happens. The middle world, the ordinary one we all live in. And the upper world, the one I am finally writing about now.

The upper world is the realm of higher consciousness. The divine, the elevated ancestors, the deities, the guides, the higher beings. It is where vision, guidance, and expansion come from. You reach it by ascent, in ceremony, in deep meditation, in lucid dream, in the awakening. And it is not up in any literal sense. It is a frequency. Shamans initiated into certain lineages have the ability to engage these deities, what some people would call a spirit council.

I do not share much about connecting to the upper room, because no matter how much I say, a layer of it will always remain a mystery. There is also so much distortion around connecting to deities, and I do not want to be part of those conversations. A lot of people who say they have connected have actually imagined something, or forced a connection, instead of letting it happen on its own. Partnership with a deity does not happen overnight, and you do not go looking for it. I will leave that there.

Partnership, Not Worship

The upper world seduces people. The mysteries and the expansiveness make them feel they are special, or enlightened, because they can speak the language elegantly and perform what society has decided enlightenment is supposed to look like. They perform energy healing with a camera running while someone goes through a somatic release that, honestly, looks questionable. They get lost in what they call the bliss and the high, not realizing that being ungrounded is not bliss, and being high is not awakening. Chasing the spiritual high is like chasing any other drug, and they never come back down to land, to live a balanced life and serve from center. I write about this a great deal in my book. Because here is what people have to understand. The upper world is not the destination. You ascend to receive. It is only complete when you carry what you received back down to earth.

And what you will not find me doing is performing endless rituals of worship to them. It is not necessary, and this is the part people miss. When you build a partnership instead of a worship, that is sovereignty. Just like I told Sekhmet. We are partners in this space.

A real shaman is one who has had teachers, who supervised them through years of initiation, who has completed their processes, grounded and balanced. And hear me clearly, because this is the part the marketplace gets wrong. Being a shaman has nothing to do with medicines or regalia. It has everything to do with the vibration and the frequency you were born into. A skill does not make you a shaman. The training is to train with that frequency, and with the wisdom of the consciousness you were gifted to serve people through. A shaman does not need medicine to be a shaman.

Are there shamans who work with medicines, spirits, crystals, energy healing? Yes. The shaman I work with in Kemet is a master energy healer, and part of the pilgrimage, when I bring participants, is that they get to experience his mastery firsthand. When I say master, I mean his energy is pure, and when he works, it moves through the body like an ayahuasca journey, on an alchemical level. That is his entry point.

Mine is different. I am trained in many modalities, which is why I can teach them, but the deepest medicine I carry is the wisdom. Because a woman’s life led by the wisdom of her own direct consciousness is just as transformative as energy healing, as ayahuasca, as any of it. Most women already carry that capacity. They simply have to trust it. There is no higher or lower. Only different entry points to serve others.

And the entry point each shaman carries into what people call higher consciousness is engraved in their particular medicine. For me, the most pronounced is the medicine of the ancestors. I was told this many times across my years of training, and it proves itself in the people who work with me, on a spiritual level and even on a business level. They begin to move through dream states where their ancestors start to speak, and I guide them into understanding how to truly communicate.

Most people, out of conditioning, think speaking to your ancestors means them coming back from the dead in some literal way. But no matter how they left this world, they have graduated this realm. And that is the part the grief does not want to hear. It does not matter how deeply we miss them, or how much we ache to have them back the way they were. They do not return to us like that. What we are really longing for, when we say we want to speak to them, is the person we remember, the voice, the face, walking back into the room. But the ones who have crossed are no longer bound to that form. They have moved into something larger, and they do not come back down to where we are. They reach us from where they are now.

So here is the harder truth. They are not interested in coming back here. The way you truly speak to them, through the ancient Kemetic teachings, is through dreams. And when you are in a state opened by the medicines that bring visions and waking dreams, like Iboga, that is also an access point to ancestral consciousness.

The Divine Was Never Up There

The power you are reaching for is not above you. It is here. When you move through the upper world, the entire mission is to learn to land that wisdom here and share it from a place of balance, because what you finally understand is that you are it.

Receiving guidance from the upper world is not what most people think. It is to already be walking through the middle world with intention, from a place of purity. And purity does not mean perfect. It is not performance. It means authentic. Not control. Not force. Those dense energies are a mismatch for the higher frequencies of spirit and consciousness, which move like air. And it is not about doing more rituals, even though those things can look beautiful. It is about knowing that you are the ritual. You are the walking prayer your ancestors prayed for. And you begin to do the inner alchemy. When you do, your heart is what opens you to the wisdom, a heart that is no longer ripped apart by distortion and programming, one that strives to live in wholeness at all times. The elevated ancestors, the deities, the guides, they are always in observation, and they can only move through someone of pure attention, so that you can receive what you need in order to serve others.

You may want your spiritual council to include Sekhmet, Kali, or Oshun, the popular ones. But those may not be the ones meant to walk with you. Instead of wanting from a place of lack, or trying to control it, surrender to what is actually aligned for you, and trust that it is just as powerful. The ones meant for you are waiting on you. And having a spirit council does not mean you are meant to serve as a shaman, especially without thorough training. It means you have the ability and the power to guide your own life, knowing you are always protected. If a shaman is willing to take you on as a student, it is because he or she sees the purity inside of you, and it becomes an obligation which makes you a practitioner first. Then through years of training, if you truly commit, that frequency reveals itself inside you. Why? Because you are clean. You have mastered your nervous system. You have mastered your energetic bodies. Shamans are masters of themselves.

And when I say mastery, I do not mean some arrival point where you have it all figured out. Mastery is recognizing that you will your own life. It is refusing to shrink yourself into the belief that you are not powerful. You stop bowing down to disappointment, to shame, to the lower frequencies that pull you out of your center, and instead you begin to face them for what they are, and to reconstruct them as tools, present in the experience for you to learn from and master. You will still go through things. But you move through them from the eagle’s eye view of sovereignty, commanding your life from above the storm instead of drowning inside it.

My Relationship to the Upper World Now

The upper world is where the vision and the expansion come from. The bigger dream, the divine support. And the real work is bringing it down into a built life, so that you see how limitless you actually are. A true vision sticks with you all day. There is a future version of you constantly speaking to you, and if you tap in, she is showing you something, and what she is showing you in your mind is your real life. If you open yourself to what is available, you can begin to build from that future self and live in that timeline now. But I will not sugarcoat it. It is psychologically vigorous. Our belief systems are so deeply embedded in us that breaking them takes real work, moving through stages of psychology and what I call quantum alchemy, until the old patterns finally disrupt and release. This is why I always say, when you are truly ready and done wasting time, you go and get yourself a mentor, a teacher, a guide who can get you there. Not to become a shaman, but to live the life you already know is meant for you.

That is how you integrate all three worlds. Your past self is alchemized and healed by bringing your future self into the present, and by sharing the wisdom that you do not have to suffer anymore, that everything you went through was part of getting you here. The women I attract, and some men, but mostly women, have big visions and have already done big things. They are not afraid to put in the work or to go all in. They do not need convincing. They are looking for a clear signal. And that word people flinch at, ambitious, guess what, you have it. People who do big things and share their gifts are ambitious. They are leaders. And you have far more impact when you embrace the big vision and build from there.

I will say this humbly. My relationship to the upper world is not as intriguing to me as it used to be. In the last ceremony I co-facilitated with Joel, I realized something. I can ascend, and ascend, and ascend, and I am so grateful that I have access to many realms. My dream space has been advanced and deeply lucid since I was a little girl, which I write about in the book, and being initiated only opened that gift further. So the access is there. But it is integrated in me now. I can talk for hours about planes of consciousness and platforms, and none of it excites me as much as talking to people about how they are building their lives here, on this planet, and what I can do to support that building. Because we need more leaders. We need more people who take real responsibility for their lives and become a living reflection of what is possible here, not what is supposedly up there.

The Invitation

So this is for the woman ready to meet her future self now and stop diluting her power. And no, I am not going to tell you to quit playing small. You have heard that one everywhere. I am telling you something more precise. You either get better or you get worse. There is no staying the same.

This is not something I made up. It is physics. The second law of thermodynamics tells us that any system left without energy directed into it drifts toward entropy, toward disorder. Your life runs on the same principle. Energy moves and transforms by how you direct it, and when you stop directing it, it does not sit still and wait for you. It decays into disorder. So if you are stuck, you are not holding steady. You are quietly getting worse.

That is what you are actually feeling when you sit there day after day, questioning your next move, watching the videos, reading the books, and doing nothing with what you take in. All of that undirected energy turns into disorder inside you. That is the heaviness. The burnout. The flatness. Not because something is wrong with you, but because you are not moving, and energy that does not move decays.

So I am inviting you to take the action to level up, and I mean that in the fullest way. Invest in the things that provoke action, not just more reflection. Reflect, learn, educate yourself, of course. But education only becomes knowledge. To embody the wisdom, you have to move.

What I’ll Leave You With

Three questions. Sit with them honestly.

What is the future version of you trying to show you, the one who keeps speaking when you finally get quiet?

Where are you sitting in reflection, consuming and learning, when what this season actually requires of you is action?

What would you build today if you fully believed you were the divine, co-creating your own life, with nothing to wait on and no one’s permission to ask for?

This completes the three worlds. The lower, the middle, and the upper. Next, I am taking you into ancestral consciousness, the deepest layer of this work and the one closest to my own blood. Stay close. That one is personal.

I tell the fuller story in my memoir, Living from the Center, out late August. If one of these questions moved something in you, leave it in the comments. I read them.

A woman I had never met walked into my office at the detox center, sat down across from me, and started telling me my own secret.

She was not on my schedule. She had heard of me through the man who owned the center, the man I worked for, and the moment she settled into the chair she began speaking openly about the spiritual work I was doing outside those walls. The plant medicine. All of it. I was stunned, because the person who sent her to me was her own husband, my employer, and he knew exactly what kind of work I did. She told me my name already carried weight among the people who had been quietly finding their way to me. And that was the confirmation I did not know I had been waiting for. I did not have to hide anymore. I took her on as a client that same day.

But to understand why that moment landed the way it did, you have to understand where I had come from.

The Hardest of the Three Worlds

If you have been following these entries, you are starting to see the levels this path moves through. Last week I walked you through the lower world. I could have taken you straight up into the upper world from there, the mysticism, the higher awakenings, all of it. But these entries follow an order, the same order I followed in my book, and the order is the story itself. So before we rise, we have to talk about the hardest world of all, the one that sounds the least mystical. The middle world. The ordinary one we all live in.

There is a particular thing that happens to an initiate. You descend, and you ascend, and then you land back here, on this earthly plane, and you begin your life again in an entirely different light, on a whole different timeline of yourself. When I was slowly accepting that this plane was where I would be landing for a while, I had to sit with what I actually wanted to do here. Why I was here. What my purpose was. And here is the truth about purpose that no one tells you. You do not realize it by thinking about it. You realize it by experimenting with life itself.

The Corner Office

I knew part of my work was to serve, to help people out of the pockets of psychological layers I had learned to move through in myself. So I went back to school and earned two master’s degrees, one in psychology and human services, and another in psychology with a trauma and addiction track. The work was meaningful. It mattered to the world outside me. But something was still brewing underneath, and it kept surfacing as the same question. Is this it? Is this my life?

I got the big office. The literal corner office. As a contractor, I was only working part time, and I was still pulling in around $7,000 a month, more than most of the full-time therapists in that building. I was proud of what I had built. And still, something pulled. A voice underneath all of it saying, you are here to do far deeper work than what you are doing in here.

So I made a decision to be open to whatever that deeper work was. And that is exactly when the spiritual mentors and teachers began to appear, people living right here in this reality, guiding me further into myself. By then I was already deep in training. I was working with one of my first mentors, Leo, an iboga shaman from Cuba, and I had already trained under Elder Malidoma Patrice Somé, the African shaman and master spiritualist of the Dagara people of Burkina Faso, a man the Western psychologists themselves came to study with. Through those initiations I began to see, fully, what I was actually capable of, things that had nothing to do with the clinical world and everything to do with the gifts I had carried all along.

I save the deeper medicine journeys for the book, the ones that cracked me open and showed me the territory I am describing now. I will not lay all of that out here. But know that this whole stretch of my life was one long initiation, and the middle world was where I finally stopped splitting myself in two.

Creative Destruction

I believe this is where so many women are standing right now, and you may be one of them. You have already been through your own initiations. You have sat with ayahuasca, Iboga, Bufo, etc. You have gone to the biggest, baddest gurus. You have traveled all over the world and discovered real pieces of yourself along the way. And yet you are still not where you actually want to be. That gap, the distance between everything you have done and where you still are not, is exactly what will keep you trapped, unless you do something radical about it.

One of the most important things I have ever learned is this. First there is the choice. Then there is the decision. And once you make the decision, you see it all the way through to completion. Most people stall their own evolution right here. The moment the path gets rocky, they read the difficulty as proof that they chose wrong, or never really chose at all. But that is not what the rockiness means. It is part of the alchemy. As above, so below.

Anytime you decide to uplevel your life, you pass through what I call creative destruction. You are building something new, and the building requires that parts of who you have been fall away. For me, what had to fall away was the identity of the therapist. That work genuinely showed me my own skill, my real capacity to serve people. But I could feel its ceiling. And underneath it was a deeper knowing, that I was meant for spiritual work that lived far beyond the theories. I already carried my own frameworks, deep in me, and the proof of them was already leaking out, in the way I would take clients into experiences that had nothing to do with the clinical world and everything to do with my spiritual gifts.

Mastery Is Not Proven in the Cave

Here is what makes the middle world the hardest of the three, and almost no one names it. It breaks people two ways. The first is seduction. It hands you ordinary success, money, status, the constant swing of the highs and the lows, until you forget the depths you came from and go numb at the surface of your own life. The second is hiding. It tempts you to stay spiritual and disappear, into ceremony, into retreat, into the medicine, into the mountains, and to call that purity, when often it is just another way of refusing to build a real life with what you found down there. One trap loses the sacred to the world. The other hides from the world to protect the sacred. Both leave you split.

The whole initiation of the middle world is the refusal of both. It is carrying the depths up into the daylight and keeping them with you while you live. Staying regulated in the negotiation. Sovereign in the launch. Present in the marriage. Awake in the grocery store line. Anyone can feel holy in a cave. Mastery is not proven in the cave. It is proven here.

The Other Side

So is there life after you climb up out of the murky waters of the underworld? Absolutely. The real question is whether you will breathe the new oxygen in, the new life, and let it reveal itself to you, or whether you will let the outside world pressure you back into the ordinary, basic way of living.

Coming back out of those initiations was not fast. It reminded me of a seed. It took its time, and it refused to be rushed. I kept meditating. I began studying yoga and practicing it consistently. There are levels to this, and it is on you to see every one of them all the way through.

Let me be honest about something, because I do not want you to imagine the other side as some flawless place. Did I still move through depressive symptoms after all of that? Yes. Did I still have to work through anxiety? Yes. But the foundation I had built underneath myself is what kept me steady through them. I understood in my bones that I would never have been taken through all of it if I were not meant for more. There are seasons of your life that will feel mundane, even boring, for a while. The longer you sit inside them, the more you feel it. Something else is brewing. You just have to let life reveal itself to you in its own order.

Integrating the sacred and the middle world is my happy place now. My peaceful place. It is the life I built after I made that decision and followed it all the way through. Living on an island was always a dream of mine. I never planned to buy land, and I did. I never honestly believed I would be married, and I am, to the most extraordinary man. When you make a decision and move through every layer of what it takes to grow, like that seed, you finally see that none of it was selfish. It was for you to evolve into your own maturity, into your becoming.

My initiations in Florida were only the beginning of something far more expansive. It was here in the Dominican Republic that I went deeper into the work with ayahuasca, alongside my former mentor Joel, not by searching for it or forcing it, but by letting things unfold the way they were meant to. That is the beauty of the middle world. The moment you accept it and start living it, instead of complaining your way through it, it opens.

My work now is with women who, by every outside measure, have already made it. Founders. Leaders. The spiritually mature ones who have done the therapy, sat with the medicine, and built something real, and who can still feel they are living a fraction of what they are actually capable of. I help them step into the full version. Their maximum, nothing watered down.

And if you are her, here is what that life looks like. There is no arrival point, but the receipts of your life will show you whether you are living in your full capacity. Spiritual and financial wealth. Beautiful relationships with your partner, your family, your friends. The whole of what this life has to offer, with no limit on the experiences, because you have set yourself up. You understand what it is to be fully resourced and financially responsible. That includes building a business, and it also includes knowing you can hold a job and still live a wondrous life.

But if you are someone like me, someone who questions the psychology of how these systems are built, you start to understand something. If you have a big dream, and you are not afraid to dream it, because you have already been to the bottom of your bottom and survived it, then you stop being afraid to become the person who can hold it. Not chase it. Become it. Because what you finally understand is that there is no time to waste here. Every hour you spend not investing in yourself, staying indecisive, staying broke, asking friends and family for advice you already know the answer to, is time you do not get back.

Here is what I have learned. When I truly decide on something, the pieces come together. The ancestors show up for me, again and again, because I have decided who I am becoming. Goals are not the point in themselves. They are a tool to keep you focused. And staying focused means letting go. Of the past. Of the way I used to serve and the way I used to show up. Of the people who are not ready for what I carry now. You let it go, and you face forward. Because if I could build something this magnificent after walking through hell, and then turn around and walk other people through their own hell and bring them back into a life that is alive, a heaven on earth, then I know there is always more.

What I’ll Leave You With

So I want to leave you with three questions. Sit with them honestly.

1.What decision have you already made somewhere inside, that you keep stalling on because the path got rocky, and you read the rockiness as a sign you chose wrong?

2.What, or who, are you still holding onto that is no longer ready for who you are becoming?

3.If you fully believed the bottom you survived was preparation and not punishment, who would you let yourself become, starting today?

I tell the fuller story of all of it, the initiations, the medicines, the becoming, in my memoir, Living from the Center (join waitlist), out late August. And the next entry is the last of the three worlds, the upper world, where the mysticism and the higher awakenings live. That one I have been saving. If a question moved something in you, leave it in the comments. I read them.

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A note before you begin: this entry moves through a period of suicidal thoughts and deep psychological darkness that I walked through years ago and came out the other side of. If you are anywhere near that place right now, please do not walk it alone. In the US you can call or text 988, the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline, any time. Wherever you are in the world, your local crisis line is there too. Read gently.

The closest language I have for the initiation of a shaman is a psychiatric ward.

I mean that without drama. What the modern world diagnoses, the shaman is trained to navigate. Many of us carry, from very early, something that can look like what gets called schizophrenia, because of the visions and the dimensions we move through. The difference was never the absence of those states. The difference is training. We learn to balance it. We learn to ground. And most of all we learn to stay regulated as we cross those planes, because without that regulation, the planes take you under.

Dr. Malidoma Patrice Somé, an African shaman and master spiritualist of the Dagara people of Burkina Faso, walked through psychiatric wards in the United States and saw something the doctors could not. Where they saw an illness to be medicated and restrained, he often saw a healer being born, a spiritual emergence with no one there to guide it. He said as much to the doctors directly. I had the honor of training with him myself, more than once, so I am not handing you a story I read somewhere. I am standing in a lineage I was taught inside of. And I want to be careful with his words, because I am also a clinically trained therapist, and I am not romanticizing mental illness or telling a single person to refuse care. I am telling you that there are states the modern world has no map for, and an initiate is built to walk them.

The Three Worlds

There are three worlds a shaman learns to navigate. The upper world, the middle world, and the lower world. Each one has its own terrain, its own beings, its own laws, and a true initiation eventually asks you to move through all three. Today I am only going to speak about the lower world, the one most people call the underworld, because it is the one I was sent into first.

And the underworld is not only a place you visit in ceremony. It is a conscious state, a frequency, and you can live inside it without knowing that is what you are doing. Whatever state you live in becomes what you see and feel all day long. A great many people are living in the underworld right now and calling it their life.

The Test of My Own Psyche

When I first began to meditate, that was the beginning of me passing the test of my own psyche. People imagine meditation as peace and candlelight and I’m not saying that state cannot be achieved. However for someone moving through trauma, through depression, through the aftermath of assault, closing your eyes is not peace. It is a door swinging open onto everything you have been outrunning. What met me there was disturbing. And I had to learn to stay in the room with it.

For a stretch of my life, every day was a battle to stay here. I woke heavy, with a mind that kept telling me to leave this world. I moved through my days feeling disconnected and far from everything. And when I slept, there was no relief, because my dream state has always been lucid, so the nights only sharpened what the days were already carrying. Meditation became my anchor. It was the one practice that returned me to enough steadiness in my own body to keep crossing. I did not run from what I saw. Something in the makeup of a shaman turns toward the dark instead of away from it, even when it is terrifying, and most of the time we do it alone.

I want to slow down right here, because this is where I am two things at once. As the shaman, I will tell you the truth: my path was solitary, and I knew in my marrow that I had to walk this one myself. That is the nature of the initiation I was given. But hear the therapist in me too, not only the shaman. If you are reading this from inside your own underworld, you do not have to do it the way I did. Reaching for help is not the lesser path. It is its own courage. I walked mine alone because I was being made into a guide, and even a guide has to say that part out loud.

Across many traditions, in parts of Africa and South America, real initiation has always asked the initiate to go out alone and move through fear with nothing outside themselves to hold. The elders never pretended it was gentle. They knew its danger, and they held it with gravity. I came to all of this from the suburbs, with none of the language for it, so you can imagine the war I was in, fighting something I could not yet name.

How I Came Back

I came out because I became willing to face the fear instead of being ruled by it. In my book I tell the fuller story of the awakening that moved through me, what some would call a kundalini awakening, where I felt my whole etheric body reorganize itself. The turning point was this. Instead of trying to cast the dark things out, I learned to metabolize them, to run them through my own chemistry and transmute them, the way the old alchemists described their work. That is where I began to take my life back. Not overnight. As a process. That is the only way it ever truly happens.

That is exactly why I can guide people now in their own spiritual and psychological warfare. I did not study it from a distance. I walked it myself, by myself, with a discipline I did not always want, for far longer than I will pretend was quick.

It showed up in my clinical work long before I ever called it by its shamanic name. As a therapist, I was the one the other clinicians, even my supervisors, would call when a client’s state was so extreme that no one else could hold it, sometimes more than even the clinical director could handle. I remember one man in particular. I was not even scheduled to be in the office that day, and the clinical director called and asked me to come in. A man had been brought into the detox center in full psychosis, saying he had been kidnapped by the FBI and abducted by aliens. In the clinical world that gets called schizoaffective. To me, it was the unmistakable mark of someone carrying the shaman signature. The director did not know a thing about my spiritual walk. He just said that for some reason my name came into his mind.

When I walked in, the moment he saw me, it was soul recognition, instant. We sat together for about an hour and I let him say everything he was seeing and moving through, without a flicker of judgment. I cannot share what passed between us, but by the time we finished he was noticeably more steady in himself. He had refused medication, and even so, he settled. And before he left, he dropped his own wisdom on me and I received it fully.

And there are levels to this. In Peru and in other lineages, they speak of the stages of a shaman’s initiation, and how some remain on a certain platform and go no further. There is no hierarchy in saying that. It is simply true. Not everyone is meant to go all the way down. I was.

Who Completes, and Who Does Not

Over the years, people have come into my space carrying that knowingness, the unmistakable mark of someone on the initiate’s path. Many of them did not complete the process. I want to be clear that this is not a flaw in them. It is simply what the path asks. It asks for dedication, for discipline, for staying close enough to the teacher and long enough to be fully forged. Also for a real investment in both your own healing and training because it moves by the law of reciprocity. What the path gives back to you is measured by what you are willing to pour into it.

And what happens to a person who carries the gift but never completes the process? Most often they remain in a kind of imbalance, living a life of high highs and low lows, never quite steady in themselves not being able to steady themselves in their center. It can be challenging to witness. We live in a culture where this conversation barely has room to exist, where saying it plainly sounds like madness, and that is only because what I am describing is ancient. Not just ancient, indigenous, the kind of wisdom that runs through all of us underneath the forgetting. We have learned to compartmentalize, to file life into tidy categories, and in doing that we cut ourselves off from what is actually real. I am not saying these people never find peace. Many build quiet, good lives. But what I have seen in them is an incompleteness they learn to manage and maintain.

And I want to make a clean distinction here, because it matters. Someone moving in and out of these states is not automatically incomplete. It is entirely possible that they finished their process and simply do not need to go any further, that the platform they stand on is exactly the one they were meant for. You can tell the difference, and you can tell it by the way a person carries themselves and the way they move through their life. Incompletion shows up as restlessness, as the swing between the high and the low. Completion shows up as steadiness, as someone settled and whole at the level they are meant to serve from. That is the real difference. Not how far down a person went, but whether they are living in wholeness at the place they actually belong.

People ask why a teacher who has already reached a certain level keeps going back into this work at all. For me, part of it is the curiosity, the honest question of why so many begin and so few finish. And part of it is this. When you witness even one person, just one, truly living a life that is whole and entirely their own, it makes all of it worth it. I am not saying the others lacked the capacity. They may have all the capacity in the world. It simply may not be with me, and that is okay.

My former teacher understood this. At the close of every ceremony we held together, he would tell my students to stay close to me, to learn everything they could. A few of them took him literally and acted on it. One of them, because of her natural signature, took it even further, and the two of us are now facilitating a pilgrimage in Kemet together. I did not choose her. Her own capacity chose it, the way she applied the wisdom, witnessed herself expanding inside it, and kept saying yes to herself, no longer negotiating with her own self-worth or her development. There was no ordination ceremony, nothing formal like that. It was natural.

I know this dynamic from the inside, because it is exactly what my own teacher gave me. There was an honor in him witnessing me and my process, the same way I now witness her. I am sure he had other students of his own. But what passes between a teacher and the one who truly stays is not about numbers. It is a dialogue of soul recognition, and I write about a great deal of that in my book.

And what staying that close has done for her reaches far past her mind. She came to me already spiritually mature, a woman who had done real work on herself, so what we have built together did not start her journey. It deepened it. It steadied her mental health, yes, but more than that, it transformed her whole being. Financially she is well resourced now, she embodies her wealth, and she serves from that place of wholeness rather than from lack. She is at peace. She is joyful, happier and she carries the wisdom of a true spiritualist, entirely her own and unique to her. It is a remarkable thing to witness, and it is the very gift she now gives to her own community, where she has students of her own.

How to Choose a Shaman

I get this question often, so let me give you what I actually look for when I decide who gets to guide me.

If I am honest, I am reading for one thing above all. Sovereignty. The rest happens on its own. It is almost involuntary, the way I scan a person’s energetic field and read where their aura sits the moment I am near them, in person or even on a screen. Three recognitions arrive at once, one in my soul, one in my body, one in my spirit. I do not reason my way through them. They move on their own, and they are all telling me the same thing.

In my soul, it is a subtle knowing that this person can take me to the other side of the threshold I am standing in, and it comes purely from their presence. Not from what they post or how eloquently they speak about spirituality, but from the truth underneath their words. When a real teacher speaks, the wisdom registers in my body before my mind even agrees, because it is coming from something greater than them. I can feel the medicine in it. It does not matter whether they carry an accent or whether they cuss. They have merged their divinity with their humanity, and what comes out is precise. It is not the words at all. It is the resonance behind them, and that resonance moves something in my field. They are working from their own mastery in real time, not from a theory.

In my body, my nervous system registers theirs. I settle into a deep ease, and yet underneath it there is a subtle alertness, a part of me that already knows the work ahead will ask everything of me. The ease and the edge sit together. That safety is not something I talk myself into. I am sensing the masterful way they stay regulated across different states of consciousness, because that is the real work of a shaman. They walk you into the parts of yourself you have been afraid to enter, and the only way to take someone there safely is to first regulate your own nervous system. You feel that quiet authority before they ever say a word.

And in my spirit, I can feel when the work was already chosen, when the meeting was never random. I do not call it a hard contract. It is gentler than that. It is the sense that the ancestors arranged this long before either of us walked into the room. The relationship is not something I am deciding. It is something I am recognizing.

All three are pointing at the same question. Is this person functioning from sovereignty? For me, that is the whole thing. Sovereignty is the epitome of having mastered all of the self, functioning from the place where all is self, not from the worship of anything outside you. You find it in how they hold their energetic posture. It reminds me of the pharaohs, seated in the posture of the true sovereign, utterly at home in their own authority. You cannot perform it. You can dress it up, but you cannot fake it. It is surgical and it is precise, because a person who has mastered themselves has no interest in wasting your time or their own. This is the moment the initiate becomes the Initiated, the Adept. When I feel it in someone, I know I am standing in front of a real one.

And once all of that is clear, I come to know one more thing, the real reason two people are brought together at all. Because there is a difference between being guided to heal and being guided to teach. My work has almost never been the first kind. I have rarely sat in a ceremony where I was simply there to be healed. The shamans always recognized me as a teacher, so that is how I was guided, as someone being formed to carry the work, not only to receive it. That recognition shaped everything about how I was held.

It is also why the people who find me tend to be natural leaders, the ones here to hold both the healer and the teacher inside themselves. That is the dance. You are being healed and you are being trained to heal others, often in the very same breath. So when you are choosing who will guide you, feel for whether they can hold both of those in you at once, because the ones meant to lead need a teacher who can see the leader, not only the wound.

Lineage, for me, matters less than those recognitions. Maybe that is because I do not come from a single lineage. Mine runs through the mentors who taught me over the years and through my students, who carry me in theirs. Being from a lineage does not make someone right. The mainstream fascination with indigenous people has bamboozled too many of us into automatic trust based on where a person is from or what they look like, and as a result, a lot of people come back from those places harmed. I have been to the Amazon myself, and I will speak on that in another entry. What it comes down to is discernment and your own intuition, which most people are disconnected from, because they are too intoxicated by the aesthetics, the feathers, the head wraps, the beads around someone’s neck, when the real thing was always the presence.

One more thing, and this matters if spirituality is central to your life. If you are seeking help from a clinician, a therapist or a psychologist, they should be open to your exploration of your spirituality. I come from that world, so I can tell you plainly that there are ceilings on what some therapists can hold, because they have not done that level of inner work within themselves. Some hold so tightly to their credentials and their theories that they limit themselves from ever guiding a person into real wholeness.

I am not selling you this path. I am telling you it is real. And not everyone is meant for everyone. That, in the end, is how you know whether a particular teacher is right for you, or not.

On the Other Side

I do not want to leave you only in the dark of all this, because that is not where the story ends. What waits on the other side of that descent is luminous. My life now is wonderful. I wake to birdsong, held in nature's embrace, with beautiful mountain peaks sitting across from me. I have a wonderful husband, and rich relationships with family and friends. It is harmonious and balanced. It is not a fantasy life, and not one I need to dramatize. It is simply the reward for choosing myself and doing the work. That is the trade-off. I thoroughly enjoy what I do, even more so now that I honor my positioning as a teacher and a steward. It is an honor to be here. That is why I keep saying thank you for existing, and I mean it as far more than a phrase.

They say everyone has the ability to tap into their own inner shaman, and I believe that. The difference is in the ones who take it seriously, who learn to move through the worlds and understand that it was never only about them. It is about the people they are here to serve. That is why you go all the way. Not to perform your depth, but because you refuse to hand someone half-assed transformation when you could instead show them what wholeness looks like by becoming a living reflection of it.

Sit with these before you go:

Where in your life are you outrunning something that only goes quiet when you finally stop moving?

What have you been calling your darkness that might actually be something in you trying to be born?

And if you are in the underworld right now, who is one person you could let in, even a little?

If any of these stirred something, I want to hear it. Leave it in the comments. I read them, and this is exactly the kind of conversation I want to be having here.

I tell the fuller story of this descent, and the awakening that carried me out of it, in my memoir, Living from the Center, out late August. Join the watlist

If this stirred something heavy, be gentle with yourself today. And if you need someone, 988 is there by call or text, any time.

I have never once bought something because a person showed me their struggle.

There is a wave right now of entrepreneurs pulling back the curtain, sharing the marketing messiness, the failed launches, the numbers that did not work, the unraveling behind the polished thing. I understand the pull of it, and I hold real respect for the courage it takes. Art has always been the act of revealing the process behind the masterpiece, the long, unglamorous middle that the finished piece never shows. There is something honest in that, and something brave.

But it is not how I choose the people I learn from.

When I am deciding whether to trust a mentor, I am not looking for a public record of their pain. I am feeling for the embodiment of their experience. I can sense it in the depth of their presence and in the wisdom of what they say. It tells me that whatever they walked through, they developed the capacity to hold it, and to guide someone else through the same passage. That is the thing I am actually buying. Not the story of the wound. The capacity that grew on the other side of it.

I say this as someone who has facilitated hundreds of healing containers for thousands of people. I no longer place healing at the center of my brand. I have stepped more fully into the role of teacher. And still I find myself wondering, especially now, whether sharing more of the journey has become the price of being believed.

Because the people who found me over the years did not come because I narrated every struggle. They came because they felt something. They resonated with embodiment, with sovereignty, with the way I showed up in my power. They trusted what was being transmitted underneath the words. Presence spoke, and they heard it.

How Much Is Enough?

So I keep asking myself: is that becoming rare? Have we arrived at a place where a person has to hand over a detailed résumé of their humanity before anyone will trust their work? How much are we supposed to show? How much is enough?

And I want to be honest about my own place in this, because I am not standing outside of it. I tell my story too. I have been sharing the raw truth of where I am in this repositioning, and I love telling it. I believe in storytelling and the power of it, and I know that not every story worth telling is built on flowers and rainbows. So this is not a case against sharing. It is a question of discernment. Where is the balance in all of this? That is what I am actually asking.

What I Actually Want

Let me be clear about what I do want.

Do I want to be more visible? Yes. Do I want more people in my containers? Yes. Do I want the speaking engagements, the podcasts, the larger platforms, the reach? Yes. Do I want to make more money? Absolutely.

All of it is a yes. And I know I am built to hold that expansion.

The deeper question for me is how to expand without losing myself in the marketplace. I am not simply selling a product. I am participating in people’s transformation. I am shaping how they move through their lives long after they leave a container with me. That is not a small thing to hold, and it is not something I am willing to flatten into a content strategy.

Maybe that is the real tension. The distance between being a person devoted to transformation and the tactics we are told build a successful business. The work, then, becomes learning to hold both without surrendering my integrity to either.

Why I Built the Audit

This tension is the exact reason I created the Revenue Nervous System Audit (Revenue Nervous System Audit ). The women who come into my containers are leaders in their communities, teachers in their own right. They have gone down into the depths of their own souls and come back out the other side, and they want to share that wisdom in its full nourishment. They are also building real businesses, and they want the income they have earned the right to. But somewhere in the building, they start questioning their own integrity, questioning strategies that do not align with how they are made, and they get stuck. The assessment gives them a clear path back to themselves, a way to become unstuck and trust their own natural rhythm. It is built on Kemetic and shamanic foundations, and, dare I say, on the embodiment of what I have learned running a business for years while dancing this exact line.

What Harriet Tubman Knew

And there is the question of trust itself. What happened to discernment? What happened to feeling into someone’s presence, listening to our own intuition, and letting that tell us whether a person has something real to offer? What happened to recognizing embodiment without demanding a constant stream of evidence to back it?

I think about Harriet Tubman. She freed herself first, alone, through a process so dangerous most people would not have survived the decision to begin. Then she went back. Again and again, into the same danger she had just escaped, moved by a will that clearly came from somewhere beyond her, to bring others through. She did not document her journey while she was living it. She did not narrate her fear or perform her process. And still, people trusted her with their very lives and followed her into the dark toward freedom. They followed what she embodied, not the details of what she endured. That is why we still speak her name.

Which leaves me with the question underneath all the others. How much more are we expected to reveal in order to prove we are masterful at what we do? How much exposure does it take before people will trust that we know exactly what we are doing? At what point is embodiment allowed to speak for itself?

And maybe, in an age increasingly shaped by AI, algorithms, influence, and performance, that is where I draw my line.

What I’ll Leave You With

It is not lost on me that these questions are surfacing now, as I prepare to release a book that is a memoir of my life. Drafting it, deciding what I would share and what I would keep for myself, was its own initiation. I laugh a little at that, at what it might say about me, that even the choice of how much to reveal became a passage I had to move through. And here I am, still asking how to position myself in a season of real expansion.

I will even name the obvious. I am pointing to my Revenue Nervous System Audit in this very piece, and someone could call that selling. But I am not working you toward a yes. I am telling you that the framework came out of everything I have just described, out of years of dancing this line myself. If that is selling, then maybe selling and simply telling the truth about what your life produced are not as far apart as we were taught.

What fascinates me, as both a critical thinker and a grounded spiritualist, is that people do not want to be sold to, and at the very same time, they want you to. They want to be guided toward what might actually help them, as long as it does not cost them their sense of choice. I know I am not the only one standing at that threshold.

So here is the clarity I will leave you with, because I have asked you to sit in a lot of questions with me. You do not have to perform your humanity to be trusted. Be yourself. Share what is true when it is yours to share. Point to what you built because you lived it, not because you are performing it. And let your presence do the work it has always been able to do.

And let me turn the questions I asked myself toward you, because you deserve to answer them out loud too.

Do you want to be more visible? Say yes if it is true. Do you want more clients, more reach, the bigger rooms, the stages? Do you want to make more money, a lot of it?

Want it without flinching. Wanting more is not a betrayal of your depth, and it is nothing to be ashamed of. You are allowed to be devoted and ambitious at once, deep and well paid, sacred and seen.

The only thing I will ask of you is this. Go after all of it without losing yourself inside the algorithms, the strategies, the endless performance. Let your work speak. Let your presence carry what it has always carried. Build the expansion on top of who you already are, never in place of her.

Name what you want without shame. And refuse to abandon yourself to get it. That is the whole practice, and it is more than enough.

A note before you begin: this entry moves through depression and a hard season. Read gently, and know you are not alone in it.

The first thing I ever did on this earth was try to leave it.

I was a baby who would not eat.It was serious enough that the doctors wanted to operate, and my mother was told I might not survive the surgery. She refused it. She trusted I would grow out of it, and over time I did. By the time the world got a good look at me, it saw something else. A girl on prom court. A girl who played basketball well enough to be popular by middle school and earn a scholarship to college.From the outside it looked like a life that was working. Inside was a person still negotiating whether she wanted to be here at all, and years later I ended up face down on my parents’ floor in a depression I never got diagnosed but felt all the way through my body, the kind where I no longer wanted to be alive.

That is the gap I have been dancing around online for a long time. I have written about where I am now, but only in surges, only when the feeling rose. I am writing this the morning after a deep invocation with my ancestors, so it is fresh on me, and none of it was planned. My memoir, Living from the Center, comes out late this August, and I am done telling only the polished half. So let me give thanks to the ancestors first, my mother in particular, for the courage to put this down, because this is the rawest you will ever feel me online. Even now my nervous system is moving through layers of exposure, and a voice in me goes, bitch, is this really what you want to do. Yes. It is.

On Being Initiated

Let me say the thing plainly, so we are clear on who is talking. I am an initiated shaman, and I make that distinction for a reason, because the saturation of that word right now is ridiculous. You can be born with the gift. The gift is a frequency you arrive carrying, not a spiritual skill you collect. But being born with it does not make you initiated. Initiation happens through a living master shaman, a physical human being who has been to the other side and come back, who looks at you and sees the potential, and who trains you up close for years. For most people it runs seven to ten years, sometimes longer, of vigorous work in real proximity to that teacher. It is not a yearly workshop or certification you renew. I have worked with three powerful teachers from different lineages over the past eight years, and I have moved along that road from initiate toward the eldership I carry now.

The Signs Were Always There

The frequency was in me long before any teacher confirmed it. I was the child who knew too much too early. I was so sensitive to energy that other people’s behavior confused me, and I could not understand why a person would say one thing and then go do another. I wrote letters to the divine, and I never saw it as a he or a she, only as something androgynous, so I asked it everything, about human behavior, the moon, the sun, animals, nature. I was also the little girl fascinated with death, collecting books about it, trying to get ahead of the one thing none of us controls. And around seven I had the dream that started everything. In it I woke as an older version of myself, lucid and aware, and there were figures gathered around me. They told me it was not my time yet, that I had to go back. When I woke for real, I screamed. I understand now that the scream was the part of me saying, this is some bullshit. My parents rushed in to comfort me, but the dream stayed with me, and it has never left. That was the first time something told me to stay, and I have spent my whole life learning how. Staying was only the first part. The deeper part was learning to be fully alive and present while I am here.

If you were the child who knew too much too early, who felt the whole room before anyone opened their mouth, who could not fake belonging just to be let in, then you already know I am not describing a personality. I am describing an initiate, long before anyone says the word over her. And if no one ever named it for you, hear me. It was never a flaw in you. It was the frequency, arriving before the world had language for it.

What I Carry Now

I built a whole school around that frequency. I founded Ecology of Shamanism, on shamanic methodology, elemental principles, and sovereignty. And in those early years I was still being initiated into the jungle medicines myself, teaching with one hand while my own teacher worked on me with the other, the integrity of it intact, which I do not see much of anymore, especially online. The school and the private medicine retreats brought in real income. I still remember the month I tallied every student invoice, every retreat I was facilitating, and medicine orders, and it came to $120,000. And I let all of it go. I have written about that release before. As of now, I no longer teach the jungle medicines the way I once did. What is left is completing what was passed to me. I facilitate small, intimate groups for a select few in my community, the students I know hold that integrity intact within themselves, so they become the teachers who carry it forward into their own communities. The story of why I stepped away deserves its own entry, so I will tell it there.

Every initiation I moved through formed another layer of my work, and it seated me in the teacher’s chair, more than the healer I once was. This is the work I carry now, and what I build in the women I work with: wealth, legacy, and leadership. I do not teach you how to make money. I teach you how to come into alignment with yourself, because when you are aligned, everything, money included, has a clear and precise channel to move through you.I am ambitious, I have never been afraid of hard work, and I have no interest in being half-assed about anything. So I work with women at a crossroads. Some are leaving corporate, or trying to. Some are medicine women and spiritualists doing well on paper who still wrestle with structure. Others come out of corporate and cannot find the flow. I hold both keys because I live both keys.

To work with me you do not have to be a healer, and you do not even have to know yet what you are building. You only have to know there is an assignment that you feel in your bones, that you carry a vision for your life tuned to the frequency of prosperity and greatness, that you are here to lead and here to do something powerful. If you are the woman who built the entire successful life and still feel something pulling at you that the success never answered, I am talking to you. It takes bravery to live as yourself in a world this loud, this quick to suffocate a person’s authenticity. And it takes investing in yourself with no cap to reach the level you are actually built for. I do not negotiate with my self-worth, and the women aligned to my work understand that, because when there is true value in what you carry, it is priceless.

I am also a clinically trained therapist. I hold two master’s degrees, one in human services and counseling studies from Capella University, and a master’s of professional counseling with a trauma and addiction track from Carlow University, and I am EMDR certified and still practice it. I ran my own practice on the side and contracted with agencies, negotiating what I deserved no matter where I stood. I know the power of storytelling. And my training taught me the part most people miss, that a story only serves the person hearing it when the one telling it has already moved through it, not while they are still inside it. So I am telling you mine from completion, not from the middle of still processing. Let me finish the part I started.

The Descent

The descent had a shape. I got tired of giving my time and getting crumbs back for it. I tried organizations and religions and walked from every one that asked me to sacrifice myself to belong, including a sorority I left the second I understood belonging there meant letting someone beat me or shame me first. Somewhere in there I was pulled into the go-go world, that players club life, school in the day and dancing at night, driving up to Jersey to work. The money was fast, and I made a lot of it, sometimes $4,000 in three hours. A little fame came with it, and it was easy for me, so I kept going back for years, more than I will put a number on, until the lifestyle started taking me from myself. Then I went down. I moved back into my parents’ house and into that clinical depression.

The Doorway

For a long time I called that the lowest thing that ever happened to me. I was ashamed of the woman on that floor. What I understand now is that the floor was the doorway. That was the exact moment the real initiation of my becoming began, before I had any language for it. The not wanting to be here, the thing I had carried since I was the baby who would not eat, did not begin with me. It was older than my own life. And I did not stay down there. I went all the way to the other side of it, and I came back.

Years ago I gave one of my students permission to do some powerful energy work on me. She is an initiated high priestess of a Haitian lineage, and when she finished she looked at me and said, you have the heart of Harriet Tubman. I asked her to say more. She told me I had already found the freedom inside myself that everyone is searching for, and that I had the courage to do the riskier thing, which is to keep coming back for the ones still trying to reach it. Not everyone you come back for is ready to walk out with you, she said, and you keep coming back anyway. That landed in me and has not left.

What I Want You to Take With You

So here is the one thing I want you to take with you, even if you never work with me. The pattern running underneath your life, the one you keep trying to out-strategize, is most likely not your wound. It is your lineage’s unfinished business, living in your body. Naming it is the first act of reclamation. Sit with it this week. Ask yourself what you have been carrying that was never yours to begin with.

I can hold a woman of that caliber because I am that woman. The frameworks I used to run outside of me live inside me now, and I speak to you from that completion. Vulnerability has become one of my greatest teachers, which is exactly what this is. I know my story is out here now for people to judge, but judgment comes either way, whether you keep hiding or whether you simply live as yourself.

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This is only the beginning, and the next entry is where the initiation truly opens, the part I have never told online. I am Taheera Saahir.

Tell me in the comments what you have been carrying that you are ready to put down, and I will meet you there.

Ancestral work has been my specialty since before I had language for it. Elder shamans saw it in me before I could see it in myself. I have been told, in more than one lineage, that I carry the medicine of Iboga. Iboga is the medicine of the ancestors, also called the medicine of the dead. I am not telling you this to credential myself. The reason it matters is that what I am about to say about your revenue requires you to know who is telling you, and from where.

The Oasis in the Mountains is my healing sanctuary in the Dominican Republic. It is the land where this work has been holding people for years. Sisters and brothers come from everywhere to do something on that land they cannot do anywhere else, and the pattern is consistent enough that I have stopped being surprised by it. Their ancestor connection deepens. The dreams shift, and the lineage starts speaking back. I do this work there in groups, and privately, for people who know of me and reach out directly. The land itself is part of the technology.

I was initiated through a training with Elder Malidoma Patrice Somé some years ago called Ancestralization. That training set the frame. The real initiation into the realm of ancestral technology was my mother’s transition on December 20, 2020. The eve of the Winter Solstice. A threshold honored across the ancient Egyptian tradition and many Indigenous lineages for thousands of years as the moment of death and the return of light. She left her body on the night the year itself turns. I am still receiving the meaning of that. The door opened in a way no training could open for me, and I understood, finally, what I had been carrying my whole life.

I need to be precise here because the field around this work has gotten loud.

The way the ancestors are talked about on social media is not the way I teach or share this wisdom. There are beautiful traditions and rituals in this world, and I am not going to tell you they are not powerful. They are. But what if I told you you do not need any of that to begin?

What if I told you that the entry point to your ancestral inheritance is the clarity of your intention to clear the line, and to truly live out what they prayed for you to become?

And here is the piece almost no one talks about. There is a trade-off. You cannot ask nor command the ancestors for things and not expect them to ask for something in return. That is not reciprocity, that is extraction in a different costume. A lot of what is being marketed as ancestral work right now is performing rituals with no exchange built into the architecture. I am not talking about giving them food or sacrificing a chicken, although in some traditions those rituals are applied and are important ways to honor the exchange. I am talking about what happens after the ritual. Your way of applying what was given to you is the biggest measurement. Not a theater of depth dressed up as lineage.

What I am pointing toward is not worship. It is sovereignty. You recognize the ancestors are part of you, woven into the body you are running, and you also recognize you did not come here to live out their trauma or to carry the burden they could not finish metabolizing. The work is to metabolize what they could not, and to rewrite the coding written into your DNA so the line moves forward through you, not in circles.

The reason I am telling you any of this is because your revenue has a lineage, and the lineage I am referring to is your ancestral inheritance. You cannot bypass that inheritance with a better strategy. You can only move with it. To connect to it, you must go through the forms of healing and transformation it is requesting from you.

That can sound out there to some people. It is not out there once you remember we are also going to be future ancestors. The line is moving in both directions through you right now. It tickles me how the modern conversation tries to make this woo woo and mystical when in fact the ancestors are a technology. A real one, with its own protocols and forms of reciprocity.

The Revenue Nervous System Audit came out of that recognition.

The first name I gave it was the Elemental Blueprint because of the Kemetic science behind it. I was being shown how we work as nature. Not separate from nature. Made of it. Each of us carries an elemental coding, a specific current we run on, and that coding writes itself into everything we build, including the way money moves through our lives. I renamed it the Revenue Nervous System Audit because the word “elemental” can fly past someone who has not yet been introduced to the natural technology beneath us. Nervous system is language the modern woman already has. It is the doorway in. The Kemetic science is still doing the work underneath the name.

The number you are running is not the result of your current strategy. It is the result of an architecture your body and your ancestral line have agreed to underneath the strategy. When that architecture is misaligned with what you are trying to build, the architecture wins, every time, and you get blamed for not being disciplined enough or consistent in the way the industry needs you to be.

What the audit reads

The first is your element. Fire, water, earth, or air. Not as personality typing, but as the constitutional default your body returns to under pressure. A fire woman inside a water business model is not failing. She is bleeding energy through a structure that was never built for her current. The water woman trying to operate at fire’s pace is dissolving, and what looks from the outside like inconsistency is actually her body protecting itself.

The second is your operational state. The element is your constitution. The operational state is what your constitution does under the actual conditions you are running. Burnout for the fire woman is not the same shape as burnout for the earth woman, and the audit reads where you are right now, not where you think you should be.

The third is the inherited overlay. This is the ancestral body. The economic architecture you did not design. Your grandmother’s relationship to safety. Your mother’s relationship to deserving. The way money moved, or refused to move, through the women you came from. That architecture writes itself into your pricing, your receiving, your decision-making, your capacity to hold a five-figure month without collapsing afterward. Until it is named, it runs your business beneath the strategy.

The fourth is your body’s actual capacity. Not aspirational. Not what your calendar says you can hold. What your nervous system can metabolize without compensating somewhere else, in your sleep, your eating, your intimacy, your marriage, the part of yourself only the 11pm mirror sees.

Four layers, read together, produce a picture strategy alone cannot read. This is why the woman who has done the therapy and the mastermind circuit is still sitting at the same revenue line.

She is past therapy. She is past the mastermind. What she has not yet had is a reading of the architecture beneath all of it.

Sovereignty is structural. Not a state of mind. The result of a specific architecture being made conscious and rebuilt to hold what you are actually here to carry. The Revenue Nervous System Audit is the diagnostic that begins that rebuild.

$27. About 10 minutes. You answer the questions honestly, not strategically, and you receive a results document that names your element, your operational state, the inherited overlay you are most likely running, and the body-capacity threshold you have been ignoring or compensating for. The document does not stop at diagnosis. It also names the specific next moves your architecture is asking for, so you walk out with direction, not just data.

And here is where most women lose the thread. So much time gets lost in seeking when the answer is already in front of you. The next framework promising the missing piece. The next assessment to compare against the last one. Information itself does not change the architecture. What changes it is the willingness to ground inside what you already know and start the work from there. One decision to apply what was revealed is worth more than another year of looking for it elsewhere.

For some of you, this will be the first time the inside of your business has had language. Others have known these patterns for years without being able to name them.

For those of you who have been following my journey, I want you to hear this clearly. This is the most important framework I have ever put into the world. Not borrowed from anything outside of me. No plant medicine. No ceremony. Original framework, born from inside me, and grounded in the ancestral wisdom I was trained in and walked into through my own life.

I already see this traveling beyond me, into corporate offices and institutions, becoming a foundation women can return to whenever they need it. A true bridge between ancient and modern technology. Nothing like this is on the market.

This is not about helping a few hundred women. This is about helping thousands reclaim their revenue power, inside their bodies and the lineages they came from.

Be part of the renaissance early. This is only the beginning.

Take the audit, $27 →

— Taheera

What It Costs to Reposition Yourself

What I went through was not a transformation. It was a recalibration, and that is a far quieter thing that costs you more than anyone admits.

When I came back from Egypt the third time, I stopped serving ayahuasca with my former mentor and all the other jungle medicines. The thing I was most known for, the thing that made me legible to people, the image they held of me in ceremony. I walked away from it, and I was happy about it.

Some of the women couldn’t hold that. That’s how they knew me. That’s how they saw me, constantly talking about the jungle medicines, and ceremony. When I came back recalibrated, I no longer felt the desire to do that work in that way, nor felt that I needed it, nor work with my former mentor in that way. It was a graduation. But to the ones who only knew the surface of me, it looked like I had lost the plot.

The ones who heard the deeper message understood. Sovereignty was always the core. Serving the medicine was the doorway, never the destination. And once I stopped putting the jungle medicines in front, the transmission got clearer, not weaker. I am the front, the back, the center now. You will see me, you will feel me, you will hear me. The medicine is no longer the thing standing between us.

The Crown Most People Cannot Carry

I built a six-figure business on that doorway. Ecology of Shamanism started as a two-year container focused on shamanism, the spirituality of it, working with the jungle medicines. Embodying sovereignty was the primary force behind everything I taught, but it appeared the medicines were controlling the narrative of what power truly looks like. And underneath it, there was always something unsettling. Some people weren’t coming to learn themselves. They were coming to become shamans, not understanding that it takes far longer than two years to embody that frequency. They thought a certificate that says Shamanic Practitioner signified them as shamans, not understanding, not listening, no matter how many times I said those are two completely different positions. Some would take what they learned and call themselves shamans, and I would sit back and watch to see if they could carry the crown of what it actually means. Eventually they would fall. Not because I did anything. Because they never completed the initiation.

We come from a world, no matter the race, that doesn’t respect time or patience. We want it fast, we want it now, we overconsume. We go to school for a set number of years, pass the test, and walk out with a degree that proves to society we are a master or a doctor or whatever the title is. And we drag that same philosophy into the sacred, into the work of becoming, as if becoming could be completed and certified.

The older mystery schools understood the opposite. The initiate didn’t begin the journey toward high priestess or any title of higher caliber until there was a level of maturity the teachers could feel and see. Some schools wouldn’t even admit you until you were forty. There was a recognition that some things cannot be rushed into a person, that the container has to be earned before it can be entered.

I realized my work carries that same law. It is not for everybody, and I don’t want it to be, because that would dilute the potency of it.

What Cycle 7 Proved

Cycle 7 is the last official cycle I am teaching in Ecology of Shamanism, alongside a private client learning the foundations of the school’s new shift, and these women are the proof of that shift. What they are receiving carries a depth the earlier cycles did not reach, even where the information overlaps, because of where I now choose to position myself.

In the previous cycles, the women would come to the Oasis in the Mountains for two weeks and learn to serve certain jungle medicines, initiate themselves into Elemental Technology, connect to the ancestors, work with energy healing, and so forth. During that time they would be served ayahuasca twice, which I served alongside my former mentor. This time I told them before they arrived that I was no longer in alignment with serving that medicine, and that they would still gain immense value and then some.

Their reactions were the measure. They recognized that the land of the Oasis was the medicine, that in-person proximity with me was the medicine. They respected the value of what they were given, and because the plant was no longer standing in the front, they received the actual teaching, which was how to stabilize and steady themselves inside their own transformation.

Am I shaming ayahuasca? Absolutely not. It is an entry point to consciousness. But it is not the only way, and it is not the highest or grandest or most significant way. It is simply a way. The shift came when I realized that I myself hold an entry point into those same aspects of consciousness. It came down to a question I had to ask myself, and this is for me, not a prescription for everybody: why am I using the medicine? It is something the elder shamans told me, something my former mentor told me. I do not need to work with the medicine to live out my divine assignment.

And here’s the thing. I had earned permission to work with that medicine, and that is its own kind of precision. The jungle medicines belong to the jungle. They belong to Mother Earth, so who they choose is not based on a person per se, but on divine alignment like everything else, and my body of work, the trainings, the rites of passage, were the proof. The indigenous tribes are the keepers, and any shaman with integrity will tell you the medicine was never theirs to own. But studying with a master shaman who lives in the integrity of that knowing is the key to completing the initiation. And still, my ancestors, through dreams and visions, always showed me that the medicine was not my final destination, that it was only a key that helped immensely in where I land now.

This is also why I do not teach traditions that aren’t mine. Sovereignty is the honoring of self-authorship, and you cannot teach self-authorship while borrowing someone else’s. So when I teach what I teach now, I am not teaching theory. I lived the discernment I am asking you to apply to your own life.

You Have Every Right to Shift

Here is what I want you to understand. No matter where you are, the position you hold, the title you carry, what people know you to be, you have every right to shift, to start over, to start again. And yes, it can be frightening. But the real question is whether you would rather live the rest of your life inside the fear of being judged, functioning from a position that is no longer true, or whether you align yourself to who you actually are.

You will disappoint people. The ones who built their idea of you around the old version will be confused. Even teachers, even people you consider divine, will be confused, because most people, however spiritual they appear, are carrying an agenda if they aren’t careful. None of that is a reason to stay in a position you have outgrown.

You built the success. You became the woman who could carry it. And somewhere in the building, you started to feel what it cost you to become her, and you have not said it out loud to anyone.

So let me be honest about what repositioning actually costs, because this is not the transformation people perform on social media. It is something deeper and more subtle, a recalibration, and I am going to tell you what it asks of you the same way I told the women who sat in front of me.

The First Cost: Honesty About What You Want

The first cost is that you have to be honest about your desires and the vision you hold for yourself, and let go of what others feel about you when you operate from them. One of the first things I had the Cycle 7 women do at the Oasis was write their vision statement, and share it out loud. What came clear immediately was how big their visions were. So I named the elephant in the room. To make those visions real, they needed a lot of money. A couple of them sighed, because they had been dancing around that truth for a long time. You have been dancing around it too.

In the spiritual community we put purpose at the center of the business, and you should love what you do and it should be purposeful. But to carry out your purpose with precision, you have to understand that money is necessary. A lot of it, because your vision is big. Greatness needs substantial income. Building the community, buying the land, building the retreat center, helping the locals, living at a standard that puts your body at ease.

Remember a time you did something for yourself that the world might call extravagant or bougie, and notice that in the moment of it your whole body regulated and calmed and steadied. That is not indulgence, it is the state you are meant to be living in. If your nervous system just registered that as true, you already know it. Your desires are part of the mission. They are part of living out your divine assignment, not separate from your spiritual path.

The Second Cost: Raising Your Prices

The second cost is that you will have to raise your prices and get specific about who you work with. This is the hardest one for most, because a woman who wants to help believes she can only help if she stays accessible to everyone. But if you are accessible to everyone, no one actually wins.

I have worked with people who had financial constraints and people who had a great deal, and even the ones who said they didn’t have much, when they saw the alignment clearly, made it happen. It took me a long time to reach the point where I no longer waver, and people still challenge it. But I understand now that it isn’t really them. It’s the scarcity pattern they are operating from, the ancestral pattern that is frightened. When you feel that challenge land in your own body, that is what it is. Do not waver.

There is something said often in spiritual communities, that we are already free, so honor that and live in the freedom you already have. And yes, that is true. But there are standards, and the question is whether you are supposed to ignore them to prove your spirituality, or whether real freedom, psychological as much as spiritual, means honoring them and knowing that money earns your freedom. That gap is another layer of spiritual bypassing, and most people do not want to name it. I have been in this work too many years to sugarcoat it, which again is why I am not for everybody.

The Third Cost: Walking Away

The third cost is that you will have to walk away from relationships and conversations that do not align with where you are going. There is something to be said for the woman who builds her wealth without building it in the open, who keeps the process sacred and energetically potent.

When I came back from Egypt, I didn’t want to talk to anyone about my process, because I knew I was in recalibration, and most people would have tried to talk me out of it. I had no desire to spend my time defending it. Truth be told, I have never liked to process much, because too much processing wastes time. I am an action person, and action is what wealth is built on. The healing happens in the background. I do not wear it on my sleeve the way a lot of people do. That is how I recognize myself as naturally wealthy. I know the codes.

You will not be able to take everyone with you. Some of the conversations you are still having are the ones keeping you one foot in.

The Fourth Cost: The Loneliness of Being Early

The fourth cost is the loneliness of being early. You will reach a level of clarity before the people around you can see it, and you will have to hold that clarity without their agreement. There will be a stretch where you have already become the woman but the proof has not arrived yet, and no one can confirm for you that you read it right.

This is the cost that stays hidden, because the others are about what you release. This one is about what you carry alone until the world catches up. The women who fail here fail because they go looking for a witness, someone to tell them the leap was correct, and in the looking they hand their authority back. You cannot. The not-knowing is the initiation. You hold your own knowing as the only confirmation you are going to get for a while, and that is the muscle sovereignty is made of.

The Crossing Most Healers Never Make

Here is what I want you to sit with, because it is the thing almost no one in this work will say to you plainly.

Building wealth is harder than taking the medicine. Harder than the journey, harder than facing the shadow that has been blocking you from seeing yourself. Both require an ego death. The difference is the direction of it. The moon medicine requires an ego death that is inward, an alchemy of the dark, where you go under and meet what is hidden. Building wealth requires an ego death that is outward, the building of your external being, showing up in the light of who you are, unmasking the insecurity, owning your value in full view of everyone watching. To function in balance, you have to honor both. Most healers only ever honor the first. They stay in the alchemy of the dark because it becomes comfortable, and the dark, for all its intensity, asks nothing of them in daylight.

Having a business, being an entrepreneur, is an alchemical process no different from a spiritual awakening, except this one happens in the sun, where there is nowhere to hide and no ceremony holding the container. You are the container and life is the ceremony. It demands that you take full ownership of what you are worth, what you value, and the legacy you intend to leave. And I am not talking about a little money here and there, a small consulting practice, a side income that keeps the lights on. I am talking about building real wealth, the kind measured in millions, the kind that changes what is possible for everyone connected to you.

Society has conditioned us to believe that having a lot of money is a bad thing. That condition runs through family lines, through organizations, through religions, and yes, through spiritual communities most of all. Now social media amplifies it, full of voices preaching against wealth while claiming they want to serve their communities. Underneath all of it sits the oldest lie in this field, that a healer is not supposed to have a lot of money.

Look at the actual history. The high priestesses and the shamans of real caliber were treated as royalty. In Kemet the Pharaoh was the high priest, the intermediary to the divine, and that spiritual authority and material wealth were held in the same hands on purpose, because that is how a leader carries a people into prosperity. The temple priesthoods held land, gold, and power that rivaled the throne. The split we have now between the sacred and the wealthy is recent, and it is a lie.

Today, less than one percent of the world’s adults hold nearly half of all the wealth on the planet. There is a reason for that, and the reason is not that the other ninety-nine percent are less worthy. It is that very few are willing to pay what it costs to stand in that one percent and stay spiritually intact while doing it.

The Version the Medicine Was Showing Me

For me, it is easy to exist in the trenches of the healing. The ceremonial work, the drinking of the medicine, staying inside work that is genuinely powerful but largely unseen. And when that work is done with integrity, it is not meant to be seen. It is sacred. That is the easy version of me. What is challenging, and what I accepted, is aligning to the bigger version that all these years of medicine were quietly showing me. The version that writes the books, trademarks the frameworks, speaks in front of thousands, and draws openly from the depth of real initiations.

That does not make the people who serve plant medicine smaller. They are just as important. This work is simply my truest and highest assignment, and I stopped negotiating with it.

So hear this directly. What you are here to offer is just as powerful as the person you are looking up to, the one you aspire to become. That person holds no weight over your sovereignty. If they do, it is only because you have positioned them above you, and you can take that position back.

I tell all my students the same thing. If you ever see me as more than a human being who chooses sovereignty, cut my head off. Dismantle me immediately. I am not your savior. I am a woman who decided to live free, and that decision, available to you in this exact moment, is the ultimate medicine. It is the one that was never in the cup.

What I Am Asking You to Do With This

So I am not going to ask you to do anything with this. I am going to ask you to notice what moved in your body while you read it, and to be honest about whether you have been waiting for someone to give you permission you already have. That is the whole teaching. The rest is yours to carry.

In my early twenties, I was a go-go dancer in the adult entertainment industry while I put myself through my undergrad. And yes, I was living that Players Club Diamond life.

I say it plainly because there is nothing in it I need to hide. Those years taught me things about money, power, about reading a room and holding my own presence inside it, that no classroom ever gave me. I learned how to walk into a space and shift it, how to know exactly what my body could do and what it could withhold, and how to understand, young as I was, that attention has a price and that I was the one who set it.

The truth underneath all of it is that I was never built to work for anyone. Every time I tried, something in me closed. It felt unnatural, like breathing in a room with no windows. I would last a while, perform the part, and then feel the walls begin to press in. I did not have language for it then. I just knew I was suffocating.

What pulled me into that world was how fast the money came. There was no waiting, no permission, no ladder to climb. I danced, and the money was there that same night, in my hands. For a young woman funding her own life and her own education, that speed was intoxicating. It felt like freedom.

What I did not understand at the time is that the speed became the only definition of wealth I knew, a wealth that was fast and immediate and earned through output, presence, and the willingness to keep going. That definition wired itself into my body, and it would run quietly underneath everything I built for the next decade.

The Frequency I Carried In

I eventually moved in and out of the corporate world after earning my master’s degrees to work as a trained mental health therapist. I was excellent at it. I understood people and their pain, and the systems that shape both. But the conditioning never changed. Make it quick. Hustle. Stay activated. The setting was different and the work was meaningful, but the frequency I operated from was the same one I had learned under the lights.

Later, when I left the systems and built my own healing and spiritual business, I carried that same fire in with me without ever questioning it, assuming the drive was simply who I was. I built fast and pushed hard and stayed activated, and for a long time it worked, bringing both results and recognition. Underneath all of it, I was running on a frequency that was never actually mine.

When the Body Starts Speaking

My nervous system started speaking long before I was willing to listen. It was tired in a way that sleep did not touch, worn down from years of constant activation and from my treating my own body like an engine that should never be allowed to cool. I kept overriding it because overriding it was the only mode I knew. But the exhaustion was the message, not the obstacle. It was the signal that I had outgrown the way I had been making money, and that the version of me who built everything so far could not be the one to carry me forward.

Egypt

Around that time, I went to Egypt for the first time.

I do not say what happened there lightly. For years I served Ayahuasca alongside my former mentor. The way we served meant we drank with the people we held, so I have sat with many forms of the medicine. The Ayahuasca we worked with was the cleanest I have ever encountered, which also makes it the strongest. And still, nothing in all of that touched the recalibration I felt the moment I arrived in Egypt. It was sudden and precise. Energetically surgical. Something in me was opened, examined, and rearranged, and I came home knowing I could not keep living the way I had been.

Over the next three years, I went back. The second time, I began taking other people with me. And each time I returned to that land, another recalibration moved through me. People talk about the codes you receive in a place like that. I would not call them codes exactly. They were more like transmissions that came forward on their own. They did not arrive all at once, and they were not quick. They matured as I matured, revealing themselves only as I became ready to hold them.

What I Let Go

Egypt is where the reset took hold. Over the months that followed, I began slowly dismantling what I was no longer interested in holding. That included my shamanic school, which had generated well over six figures and which many people knew me for. From the outside, ending it made no sense. From the inside, it was the only honest choice available to me. As successful as it was, I had built the whole thing from fire activation. It was a beautiful structure standing on a frequency I had already outgrown.

In between the trips, I turned inward. I went into deep study of myself, my nervous system, and the ancestral patterns running underneath my drive. I wanted to understand where the relentlessness came from, why rest felt like danger, why my body read stillness as falling behind. None of what I found was bad. I had built real strength over those years and I am grateful for every bit of it. The drive was never a flaw. It was the strength of a younger version of me, and I was maturing into a more original one.

Building From Air

Today, I am building from my natural element, which is Air. Air is the element of ideas and clarity, the one that takes what is invisible in the mind and gives it a form other people can use. Someone built from Air earns through thought and articulation rather than through relentless physical output. For me that looks like frameworks, writing, speaking, immersions, pilgrimages and a legacy that will outlast me, letting the wisdom and my voice lead the work instead of the urgency.

For most of my life I built from Fire, all heat and activation and speed. Air does not run on heat. It runs on clarity, and what it creates tends to last longer because it was never powered by depletion in the first place. All of my worlds, the dancer, the therapist, the shaman, the student of the body, are merging into one coherent whole. For the first time, the structure I am building matches the frequency I actually live on.

This is where the Elemental Blueprint was born. The transmissions that matured in me became something I could finally put into form. It is an assessment built on the foundation of Kemetic cosmology, on the understanding that we are made of the elements and that each of us operates primarily from one of them. It is not astrology, human design, or gene keys. Those are respectable systems, and many of the women I work with know them well. What I built is a different category. It maps something those systems were never designed to reach, and because of how it is constructed, it is something most people have never actually taken. It draws on Kemetic cosmology, nervous system science, the energetic bodies, and the ancestral patterns that run underneath you, the ones operating from an unconscious place and quietly keeping you stuck.

We do not all function from the same element, and we are not meant to. The Blueprint shows you which one you are built to operate from, where you are currently leaking energy and income by working against it, and how your nervous system is functioning underneath all of it. It goes past insight into the practical steps you can take to move forward. More than anything, it is a blueprint for earning real income.

Where My Work Lives Now

Here is what I can see clearly now that I could not see before. Most people chase financial wealth without realizing the foundation has to be strong enough to hold it. They build the income before they build the body that can carry it, and then they wonder why it keeps collapsing, or leaking, or costing them their health.

I want to be clear about something here, because I know how this can sound. The wealthy people I have learned from, the multimillionaires and the billionaires, all say the same thing about money. Money likes speed. After everything I have lived, I know that to be true. Speed is real, and it is part of how wealth gets built.

But there is a difference between speed that comes from alignment and speed that is built on the anxiety of not having. When the urgency underneath your earning is fear, and you are moving so fast that you stop taking care of yourself, that same speed will eventually damage you. I have watched it make people sick. It shows up in those who have mastered the art of making money and never learned to care for themselves on a spiritual or physical level. They have mastered the speed but never built the foundation underneath it.

This is what wealth embodiment means to me, and how I teach it. It is the practice of holding the spiritual and the material at the same time. You can be a millionaire, you can even be a billionaire, and still take care of yourself while you do it. That is where my work lives now.

Many of the women I work with are spiritually mature. Some are medicine women in their own right. Others come from the corporate and business world, CEOs, executives, founders. They are high achieving and ambitious, and they have no interest in softening who they are to make anyone comfortable. And still, they keep meeting the same wall inside themselves the moment they try to scale, the moment they try to expand.

I built this assessment because it was something I had to move through myself. Everything I create comes from something I have lived. This is not a gimmick and it is not spiritual woo. It is real, and I have the language for it now because I did the deep work on myself first. I know what it feels like to build something that looks impressive on the outside while you are quietly unaligned underneath it, and I know the specific exhaustion of succeeding on a frequency that is not yours. I also know what it feels like to finally come home to the one that is.

I am not here to sell you on anything you do not already feel in your own body. But if any of this resonates, the assessment and the Sacred and Paid community are linked below. My intention is to bring this work to podcasts, to entrepreneurs, to corporate spaces, anywhere it can reach the people who need it. I believe it is going to help a great many of them. If it speaks to you, come in early, while the movement is still being built.

Link to the Elemental Blueprint

There is a version of this conversation that most of us are not having out loud. It runs underneath women who have already crossed every income threshold the women in their families ever reached, and who still flinch before naming their price. The same conversation belongs to the CEO past seven figures who waits for an external sign before acting on a decision she made weeks ago, and it belongs to the founder whose business is doing exactly what it was supposed to do, who is somewhere beneath the success still waiting.

What she is waiting for is permission. Not from a person. From money itself. Most of us have spent our adult lives inside a permission-based relationship with money, treating it as the authority that determines what is possible, what is allowed, and when we are allowed to move. The shape of that relationship is waiting. Waiting to have enough, waiting to feel safe, waiting for external confirmation that the life we are building is actually available to us.

Taking command is the end of that waiting. The waiting does not end because the conditions arrived. It ends because you decide your life is no longer contingent on their arrival. You stop running your decisions through what you currently have and begin running them through what you have decided to create. The order reverses, and the position you operate from becomes the position you are committed to occupying. The work of your day-to-day life is the building out of that position rather than the waiting for it to be made available.

What changes is structural. The woman building from permission consults her bank balance before she sets her price. Command does the opposite. The price is set first, the business reorganizes around it, and the gap between current revenue and the new pricing becomes the work rather than the warning sign. From the outside, this can look reckless. From the inside, it is the opposite. It is a decision to stop letting absence dictate direction. The decisions look identical on a screen, but the internal architecture they emerge from is unrecognizable, and the results compound differently over time.

The market reads it. Your buyers can feel whether you are quietly hoping they say yes or operating from the assumption that the right ones will. The price you quote broadcasts that position, and so does the way you respond when someone goes silent on a proposal or how you handle an objection mid-conversation. The market is not making a moral judgment. It is reading frequency the way it reads everything else, and it is making a purchase decision based on what it reads.

Command is steadier than the posture it gets confused with. Hustle, force, and the white-knuckled momentum of pushing through resistance until the universe gives in are not command. They are permission in a louder costume, the same waiting performing harder. Real command does not strain because it does not require the world to confirm what has already been decided internally. It does not announce itself.

The Body Has an Opinion

This is the part of the conversation that most wealth work avoids. The body has an opinion. It has been recording every moment of permission and scarcity and waiting that the mind has moved through on its way to becoming whatever level of high-achieving you currently are. It remembers the years before the success, and the years before those. The body operates from a longer record than your strategic plan, and it will override your strategic plan whenever the two come into conflict.

After enough time inside a permission-based relationship with money, the nervous system begins to read expansion the way it reads danger. The body is not making a category error. Expansion is unfamiliar territory and it requires the system to hold more than it has previously held. Threat asks the same things of the body. Because the body does not distinguish between an unfamiliar threat and an unfamiliar expansion, it contracts in response to both. This is why the day you raise your prices is often the day you wake up exhausted, and why the week you launch the bigger offer is often the week your appetite disappears or your sleep collapses or you find yourself in a quiet fight with someone you love that you cannot quite explain. The system is bracing. It is treating the new income, the new visibility, the new position as something to be neutralized, and it is reorganizing your behavior to bring you back to where it knows how to keep you.

Resistance gets disguises in this process. Anxiety begins to feel like intuition. Fatigue takes the shape of wisdom, and the impulse to retreat from a decision you made last week shows up as what you call discernment. You begin to mistrust the very decision that was moving you forward, and the language your mind reaches for to justify the retreat is convincing precisely because the body is generating real signals underneath it. The mind is not lying. It is interpreting accurate physiological data through an inaccurate frame. The frame is permission. The signal is dysregulation. The retreat is the body returning you to a baseline that has nothing to do with what you actually want.

Insight is what you already have. What changes the baseline is accumulation, and the accumulation is not dramatic. The body gains new information in ordinary moments. You hold a price you would have previously dropped, and nothing collapses. A silence stretches in a sales call and you let it sit instead of filling it. You make a decision from your own authority and find yourself intact the next morning, and the morning after that. None of this looks like progress while it is happening. The repetition is what does the work, and the practice is unspectacular, which is exactly why most people skip it.

The Ancestral Layer

There is a layer underneath the personal nervous system, and it is the part of this conversation that most contemporary wealth work cannot reach. Contemporary wealth work is built on the assumption that the only relevant timeline is the one inside a single body. For many women, especially those whose families carry the weight of colonization, displacement, poverty, or survival across generations, the permission-based relationship with money is not actually personal. It is inherited. It was laid down in the bodies of people who did not have authority over their resources or their labor or their movement or their lives. What they did was intelligent inside the constraints they had, and the adaptations they made to survive got passed forward into bodies that did not have to make them.

The forms those adaptations take are recognizable to anyone running a business while carrying them. A constant vigilance scans for what is about to go wrong. Something larger tries to land in your life and you find yourself shrinking before you have decided to. You over-function until you cannot tell the difference between worth and exhaustion. Even receiving becomes complicated, edged with a need to flinch or deflect or immediately offer something back in return. These responses were once protective. They are no longer protecting anyone. What they are doing is running your business in the background and capping your income at the number that feels familiar enough not to wake the system up.

Stopping the waiting is not only personal repatterning. It is the completion of a pattern your line could not finish. They were not weak. What they did was operate inside actual constraint, and the protection they offered forward was the most coherent response to the reality they were inside. The reality you are inside is different, and continuing to operate from their adaptations means treating their context as still true. It is not still true. The act of taking command is the act of consciously laying down what no longer applies, on their behalf and on yours, and stepping into a relationship with money that they did not have access to.

What the Frequency Actually Does

There is an energetic dimension to all of this, and the only reason it lands now is because of what came before it. A body in permission-based contraction broadcasts conditional readiness. The internal language sounds like: I will move when the conditions are right, expand when it feels safe, receive when I am sure. Money does not gather in that field. It moves through it. A body that has settled into command broadcasts something else, a rooted certainty that does not require external validation to proceed. What changes when that frequency shifts is not abstract. It is observable. Different opportunities begin reaching you. The conversations you find yourself inside change shape. The yeses that arrive in your inbox come from a different caliber of buyer. The world reorganizes itself around the position you are now occupying, because it had been organizing itself around the position you were occupying before, and the position has changed.

What It Actually Feels Like

What it feels like to operate from command, once it actually takes, is quieter than people expect. There is no grand sense of breakthrough. The grandiosity belongs to permission. What is left is a low, steady continuity. Decisions move faster because the orientation point is internal, and your boundaries hold without you having to defend them. Pricing rises without ceremony, set now by the value of the work rather than the volume of the doubt. The day-to-day looks almost the same, but the internal experience of the day-to-day is entirely different. You stop noticing how much energy used to be lost to the running negotiation between your ambition and your bracing, and you start noticing what is available to you now that the negotiation is over.

If you are reading this and you can feel where in your business the permission-based posture is still running, that recognition is the only material the next move requires. You do not need more language for it. What you need is to choose, in a specific area, to stop waiting. Maybe it is your pricing. Maybe it is an offer you have been quietly sitting on, or a decision you have already made internally but have not yet acted on. It might also be your visibility. Whichever one your system is most actively negotiating against is the one that will produce the most evidence the fastest. Move there first. Hold the move. Let the body catch up.

Taking command is the end of one relationship with money and the beginning of another. The first was conditional, requiring proof and permission and arrival. The second is operational. It builds and compounds, and over time it produces the income and the agency that the first relationship promised but never actually delivered. This is the relationship I have spent years building inside my own life and inside the lives of the women I work with. It is one piece of the work, and it happens to be the piece without which nothing else holds.

If you recognized yourself anywhere in this piece, you already have the entry point. What the next move requires is not more language for what you are seeing. It is one decision, made this week, from the position you are actually committed to occupying rather than the one you have been waiting to inhabit. Choose the area where the negotiation is loudest in your business. Make the move there. Hold it. Watch what the system does in response.

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The Girl Who Wrote

I have always loved writing. Even as a little girl, before I had the language for what was happening to me, words were the place I could go when nothing else made sense. I was moving through spiritual initiations I could not explain to anyone around me, and I was too young to even know that was what they were. The adults in my world did not have the framework for what I was experiencing, and I did not have the vocabulary to teach them, so I wrote and I read and I let the page hold what no one else could carry. Pen and paper became my translators, and long before I understood what I was being prepared for, writing was already shaping me into the woman who would one day put a part of her life on the page.

Over the years I drifted from that part of myself the way you drift from things when life pulls you into other rooms and other roles and other responsibilities. Building, leading, mentoring, mothering my own evolution. The writing did not disappear but it got quieter, tucked underneath everything else I was being asked to hold. Now I have been merging back with the version of me who first picked up a pen, and has been a natural process.

The Dream That Confirmed It

Around the time I began writing consistently again, I had a dream. My mother was there, present the way she has been present since her passing, as a matriarch and an ancestor watching over what is being built. In the dream I was lying on a surgery table and she was overlooking the whole process. When I looked down at my hands, every single one of my fingers had become a pen. A doctor that I can only describe as a Star Ancestor came in and began carefully removing each one so that new ones could be birthed in their place, something being extracted from the body so that something stronger could emerge. When I woke up my hands felt lighter than they had in years. I was already writing consistently at that point, but I took that dream as a confirmation. Writing my words, my wisdom, my lived experience is not just a personal practice. It is a gift I am meant to share.

Why Writing. Why Now. Why Legacy.

I enjoy speaking, but writing does something that speaking cannot, because writing stays. You can always return to it, and every time you return the words meet you differently depending on where you are in your own life. The meaning deepens over time. It compounds. That is what makes it legacy, and legacy is exactly what I had in mind when I decided to write this memoir. I wanted to put something of myself on the page that would last beyond my time on this plane, something that could still be found and still be felt long after I am gone.

What Writing a Memoir Actually Looks Like

Writing a memoir, though, is a different level of work entirely, and anyone who has done it deserves their flowers because it is one of the most honest things you can ask of yourself. I think a lot of people, myself included, carry a certain fantasy about what it looks like. However, writing a memoir is a deep excavation of trying to fill in the gaps after so many years have passed, trying to find language precise enough to capture what you were actually moving through in those moments and do it justice. My memoir is about initiations, embodiment, healing, sovereignty, about the path of unbecoming in order to accept the frequency and and the thresholds that have no name in any Western framework. Some of what I experienced stays in the sacredness of the shamanic world yet, I still have more than enough to share.

On Being a Black Woman Who Walks as an Initiated Shaman

Writing this as an African American woman who walks as an initiated shaman is also something I want to speak honestly about, because it is not a path I see many people documenting, and part of why that is worth naming is the word itself. The word shaman originates from the Tungus people of Siberia, and it was picked up and spread by colonizers and Western researchers as a catch-all term for spiritual practitioners they encountered across many cultures but could not categorize within their own framework. It was their language for what they could not fully understand, a borrowed word applied broadly to traditions that each had their own names, their own lineages, and their own precision. Over time media layered its own projections onto that word until the image of a shaman became something very specific and very removed from its actual breadth and origin. What a shaman is supposed to look like. How they are supposed to speak. Who gets to carry that designation and who does not.

What that narrative consistently left out was women, and that erasure is not accidental. The Western world has long positioned men as the primary carriers of wisdom and spiritual authority, and over time many cultures absorbed that same framework and moved women into the background. But the truth is that shamanic work was always rooted in a female essence because women are natural healers by design. We carry wombs that sit at the edge of life and death, and we hold the technology of bringing life through the body and into the world. To dismiss women from their spiritual wisdom is to dismiss the source itself, and to control who gets to be called a shaman is simply another way the patriarchal story tries to write itself as the only story.

I want to be clear that I am not dismissing the wisdom that initiated male shamans carry. Some of the most profound mentors I encountered along this journey were men, wise and deeply initiated men from Africa, Cuba, Portugal, and other parts of the world, and I carry genuine gratitude for what each of them transmitted. Wisdom moves toward a clear channel and lands where it is meant to land, regardless of gender. But what I have said boldly and publicly is that becoming a shaman has nothing to do with race or what part of the world you come from. It is about being born with something and then having the willingness to go through what that something asks of you, in service of the community you are here to reach.

What Initiation Actually Requires

What I also want people to understand is the distinction between having spiritual qualities and actually completing the processes, because those are two very different things. Your spirit guides and your ancestors are deeply a part of the path and I honor that fully, but to surrender to teachers over and over again, to submit to that process across years, is one of the most humbling things a person can move through. I myself have been in active mentorship for over ten years, and this is not something you can cross off like earning a degree. Although I am in a much more mature place now and would be considered something of an elder in this work, the elder keeps learning. There is no moment of final arrival, and that, beloved, is what it actually means to live inside the wisdom.

I also understood early that my story was not one most people would expect, and that is exactly why I trust it needs to be told. Being an African American woman from the suburbs who walked this path is its own kind of statement, and sovereignty, for me, is not a concept I collected along the way. It is the plane of consciousness where self-authorship actually comes alive, and it sits in deeper resonance with me than any title I could be given.

Writing from the Other Side

What I notice in my own writing process is that I can sit with pivotal moments without being emotionally pulled under by them, and I have spoken with other authors who weep when they read their own work back, which makes complete sense because the body is finally getting to release what it carried for years. For me the dominant feeling is something else entirely. It is gratitude. And like Snoop Doggy Dogg said, I give thanks to myself first, because none of this gets shared without my own tenacity, the writing and the rebuilding and the choosing to keep going when the path made no sense to anyone else watching. I have lived through a great deal, both spiritually and in the ordinary terrain of being human, and I am still here, still building, still writing.

This Book Is for You

This book is my way of handing the journey to the people it was always meant to reach, the women who have been initiated and do not yet have language for it, the leaders who carry more than they show, the ones who are building and healing and refining and becoming all at the same time, and the ones who have been told in ways both subtle and direct that their story does not fit the mold. If any part of that is you, this book will meet you exactly where you are.

If you want to be the first to know when it drops, get on the waitlist. The link is below, and the waitlist is where the first copies, the first announcements, and the early access all live. Get your name on it.

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And if this essay found you, it was not by accident. The work that lives in these pages was always meant to reach the people who were ready for it. You being here is already a sign of that. So welcome. Stay close. There is more coming.

There is a conversation that needs to take place, and I am going to have it here. It is one that most people in spiritual spaces avoid because it requires a level of honesty that is uncomfortable, and uncomfortable tends to get dressed up in softer language until the original point is lost. So I am going to say it plainly. The scarcity thread is still running in women who carry real gifts, and it is running underneath everything else. Underneath the lineage work, the ceremonies, the containers, the years of inner work. It is still there, quiet and consistent, and most of the time the woman herself is the last one to see it.

This piece is specifically for my healers. The ones who identify as priestess, shaman, medicine woman. The ones whose gifts are not small and whose reach is not small, and yet whose relationship with money tells a completely different story than their actual capacity.

What You Are Actually Feeding

I say that so you understand what you are actually doing when you ask to exchange services instead of paying for something you want. When you frame a barter as sacred reciprocity or an energetic exchange that could benefit the sister, what you are actually doing, energetically and economically, is operating from the same system that was built for strangers who did not trust each other and had no ongoing bond. You are feeding the very thing you say you are trying to heal.

I hear it constantly in how women speak about what they want and what they believe they deserve. There is always an “or.” Always a “but.” Always a divine timing, a waiting for alignment, a universe-will-provide qualifier attached to the moment right before they would have to commit. I understand that language because I have lived through the initiations that teach you to recognize it for what it is.

The sacrificial matriarch runs deep in women who are oriented toward service. The desire to give everything, to hold everyone, to make sure no one is left without. It is beautiful in concept and it is devastating in practice, because what it produces, quietly and consistently, is a woman who has given her gifts away so many times that she no longer has the structural foundation to sustain her own life. She becomes a slave to her service rather than allowing her gifts to resource her fully. And then, from that depleted place, she asks to barter, because she has not built the infrastructure that would allow her to simply pay.

That is not a failure of character alone. It is a survival response that has been running so long it starts to feel like identity, and sometimes it wears the clothing of generosity and spiritual principle so well that even the woman inside it cannot tell the difference.

I recently facilitated a four-week Scarcity Recalibration container, and by the end of those four weeks, every woman had reported a significant shift, not just in how they felt emotionally, but in the actual mental narratives they had been tracking throughout the process. The work had moved through their bodies in a way they could feel. They were more regulated, more grounded, more present to themselves and their businesses. And then I offered them the next step.

What I presented was a higher tier mentorship. Closer proximity to my energy, my wisdom, my knowledge, the full weight of what I carry and what I have built. Before I even walked them through the details, I brought in a live testimony from a sister who had already stepped into that container. She spoke openly about what had shifted for her, financially and spiritually, what it had meant to be held at that level, and what her life and business looked like now as a result. I could feel the room lean in. The interest was genuine. The momentum was real. These women were moved by what they were hearing, and I could feel it.

Then the price landed.

And just like that, the energy that had been building collapsed into itself. Bodies shifted. Hands moved to foreheads. The “yes, but” arrived like clockwork, and I had to stop and name what I was watching in real time. You all just spent four weeks inside a scarcity recalibration container, and this moment right here, this is exactly how scarcity shows up. Not in some dramatic confrontation with money, but in the quiet hesitation right before you would say yes to yourself.

I want to say something about this plainly, because I think it gets talked around too often in spiritual communities. You wanted to be in my proximity. You wanted access to this wisdom, this intellectual property, this level of mentorship. The desire was real, I could feel it. And the moment a number was attached to it, the system that runs underneath everything came forward and started negotiating. That is where sisterhood stops functioning as sisterhood. When we say we want to lift each other, support each other, grow together, and then we cannot bring ourselves to invest in the very thing that would make that possible, what we are actually doing is asking the women who have built something to carry us at their own expense. That is not sisterhood. That is the sacrificial dynamic wearing a different name.

The Alchemy of the Moment

What I explained to them, and what I want to say here, is that the timing was not a coincidence. You do not wait until you are fully recovered before you go to the next level of resistance. That is not how alchemy works. When you start at the gym with five-pound weights, your muscle does not get stronger by staying there until it feels completely comfortable. You move to the next weight while the muscle is still adapting, because that is exactly when the body integrates the strength. These women had just gone through four weeks of powerful work. Their nervous systems were still recalibrating. That is not a reason to wait. That is the moment. You take the opportunity while the energy is actively moving because it will strengthen the recovery, not interrupt it. Waiting for perfect stability before taking the next step is how people spend years preparing to begin.

One woman in that room got that. While the energy was still contracting around her, she listened, sat with it, and made the decision. She said yes and she meant it, and she found a way to make it work because she understood that this was the move. She is now one of my students in that higher tier container, and what she will tell you is that the clarity did not come before the decision. It came through it.

The women in that room had the capacity. What they were still developing was the practiced character trait of putting themselves first without negotiating with the fear, and that distinction matters more than most people are willing to sit with. There are women who genuinely do not have the money in a given moment, and I am not speaking past that reality. I am speaking to the habit of treating it as a fixed ceiling. A sovereign woman does not limit her thinking to what is already in her account. She asks what she would need to do, what hours she could pick up, what she could offer or generate, to make the investment possible. I have done it myself, so I know it can be done. The difference between that character and staying stuck is not talent or divine timing. It is the decision to treat your own development as the non-negotiable, not the thing you get to after everything else is handled.

What I Don’t Do

I want to name one more thing plainly because it belongs in this conversation. I do not barter and I do not negotiate my rates, and I say that without apology.

When someone asks to exchange services with me, what they are often not seeing is that I already live in the frequency they are still moving toward. I do not need to be read. I do not need to be held in that particular way. What I need is more women getting their shit together and becoming actual businesswomen so they can live fully in what they came here to do. The only service I receive comes from women who have been doing this work consistently, who have invested in themselves across years, and who are functioning from the same level of embodiment. That is not gatekeeping. That is frequency matching frequency, and it cannot be faked and it cannot be bartered into.

What I'm Actually Here For

There are women on the internet right now telling you that it is okay to stay small, that abundance is about alignment and not action, that money will arrive when the energy is right. And some of that is true in the way that a half-truth is true, which means it is also incomplete in a way that keeps you exactly where you are. Money is not separate from your presence, your commitment, or your willingness to move while you are still afraid. It is the direct result of those things. If you are in my atmosphere, I will remind you of that consistently.

I am genuinely interested in being surrounded by women who match each other’s ambition and actually make moves. And more than that, what I am truly here for is seeing more women step into real leadership, not performative leadership, but the kind that changes the frequency of the world because you are operating from your full capacity. That is how this shifts. Not from more content about healing, but from more women who have done the work, built the structure, and are now leading from that place. That is what moves things. When I see a woman take what she has learned and apply it fully into her life and business, and she is thriving, genuinely thriving financially, spiritually, in her relationships and her sense of self, that is what I am working toward. That is what makes this worth doing.

The Container

The next Scarcity Recalibration container opens May 6th, which is three days from now. There are eight spots remaining. This is a four-week process that works through your energetic body and your nervous system using EMDR, a clinical intervention that produces lasting shifts, not just a temporary high from a powerful week. The women from the last round will tell you themselves what moved in them.

If something in this landed, bring the fear with you. It does not need to be resolved before you step forward. It just needs to come along for the ride.

Reserve Your Spot

As always, it is you versus you.

I am going to be honest with you about what I see, because the conversation around healing has become so layered in language that a lot of women can no longer tell the difference between actual transformation and staying stuck in a very beautiful-sounding loop. Overprocessing has become spiritual. It has been given names and frameworks and held in containers, and somewhere in all of that, something essential got lost.

Let me tell you what I have watched happen with my own eyes.

As an initiated shaman and a trained clinical trained therapist, I have spent years working at the intersection of both worlds precisely because neither one alone is enough. What I do is not strictly mystical and it is not strictly clinical. It is both, working together, because real transformation requires the depth of the shamanic and the grounding of modern therapeutic tools. People who come to work with me get access to the full spectrum, and that includes structured integration as part of the process. I have always taken integration seriously. That is not what I am questioning here.

What I am questioning is the version of integration that becomes a permanent address.

For years I ran an 18-month container called the Ecology of Shamanism. Women would move through a significant transformational process before they ever set foot at the Oasis in the Mountains in the Dominican Republic. By the time they arrived at my retreat center for a two-week medicine immersion, the transformation was already moving through them. The cleaning had already begun. During their 2 week immersion training, they worked with jungle medicines, rapé, kambo, and sananga, learning not just how to receive them but how to properly facilitate them for others. They sat with ayahuasca twice. The medicines met them where they were. Everything built on divine precision and order.

And after the two weeks, women did not just leave and figure it out on their own. They went through a structured integration process with me, one focused on how they were evolving as medicine women, as healers, as whatever they felt most called to step into. That process was designed to help them carry what happened in ceremony into how they actually lived and led. I gave them both the mystical and the map.

The testimonials at the end of the immersions were extraordinary. You could feel it in the space. Women speaking about sovereignty like they had finally found solid ground. I am a medicine woman. I am a healer. I know who I am. The resonance was real. I am not questioning that.

Then week three or four would arrive back home, and a pattern I had seen before would show up again. For some women it landed and stayed. A smaller percentage took the wisdom and kept walking forward. But a larger percentage would begin to spin. The mind would start looping. Another healing journey would appear on the horizon. The identity that felt so clear in ceremony would blur. Spiritual language would fill the space where grounded action used to be. Everything happens for a reason. I am in a season of grace. I am integrating. Words that are not untrue on their own, but were being used to explain why they could not stay in their center, why they could not land.

For a long time I asked myself what I was doing wrong. Whether the work was incomplete. Whether I could design the container differently to change the outcome. And I say this as someone who approaches this work from both a shamanic, and a clinical lens, so when the question of methodology comes up, I am not guessing. I am drawing on training in both traditions. After enough years of watching this pattern, I had to accept something that took real honesty to sit with. Its like that old saying, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink it. That is not failure on my part. That is the nature of sovereign choice. My responsibility is to be the most grounded, clearest guide I can be. What a person does at the threshold is their decision, and I have had to make peace with that fully.

But the pattern itself stayed with me, because I wanted to understand it beyond my own experience. And the research does not leave much room for surprise. Dr. Susan Nolen-Hoeksema spent years documenting what she called rumination, and found that women are significantly more likely to respond to difficulty and even to transformation by turning the experience over and over in the mind rather than moving through it. The circling becomes the problem. Not the original experience. The loop the mind creates around it.

There is also what psychologist John Welwood named spiritual bypassing, which is exactly what it sounds like. Using spiritual framework, language, and experience to avoid the psychological work of actually integrating and functioning. The ceremony was real. The opening was real. And then the mind, which is always working to return to what is familiar, finds a way to use the very vocabulary of transformation as a reason to stay suspended. I am still processing. I need more time. I am not ready. These phrases can be honest. They can also be the most sophisticated version of staying stuck that exists, because they come wrapped in the language of growth.

Your brain has a default mode network, a cluster of regions that activates specifically when you are not engaged in purposeful activity. When you are building, executing, moving with intention, that network quiets. When you are sitting in open-ended reflection with no anchor, it generates self-referential thought. It asks you who you are, whether you made the right choice, whether you are enough. Neuroscience has shown this clearly. The brain does not organize through more questioning. It organizes through action, through sleep, through the rhythms of a body that is actually being lived in.

Embodiment is a way of life. It is not a concept I speak about from a distance and it is not a destination you arrive at after enough healing work. It is the continuous practice of staying on point with yourself, of inhabiting what you learn by actually living it. And it is not only about physical movement, although that is essential. It is about what happens when the mind tries to pull you out of your center and you have trained yourself so deeply within the observer self that you see exactly what the mind is doing. You see the loop forming. You see the negotiation it is trying to start. And you do not take the bait. You regulate and you keep going.

The tools for this are not complicated. You exercise. You stretch. You do yoga. You meditate. You eat food that genuinely nourishes your system. You take walks. You breathe, and I mean that literally. A single conscious breath is one of the most effective and most underestimated regulation tools available to any human being at any moment. Stephen Porges’ research on the polyvagal system confirmed what initiated people have known for centuries, that the breath is a direct pathway to shifting the nervous system out of a threat state. None of what I just named requires a ceremony, a container, or another journey. These are the unglamorous, consistent, daily acts that keep a woman grounded in herself when everything around her and inside her is asking her to drift.

What I want women who can actually hear this to understand is that the noise that comes after transformation is not a sign that something went wrong. The mind telling you that you are not enough, that you need more time, that you are not ready, that you should go back and look at one more thing, that beloved, is not wisdom arriving. That is the nervous system protecting the familiar. It works best when you are still enough to listen to it. The answer is not more processing. The answer is a breath, regulation, and the choice to keep building.

The field organizes itself when you stay in motion. The clarity you are waiting for almost always comes three moves into the action you have been postponing. You do not need another journey to confirm what you already know. You need to stop negotiating with the part of you that wants to stay in the question, and start letting your life be the answer.

You are here to build something real. Let what you have already moved through actually land.

If this is speaking to something in you, I am doing a free three-day workshop beginning this Tuesday, April 28th, where we go into the framework underneath all of this, the seven energetic bodies, the scarcity patterns still running in the nervous system, and the elemental architecture of who you are as a leader. Click here to register.

The Shift

I have been sitting with something that has been quietly shifting inside me, and I want to share it here because I think a lot of you are sitting with a version of it too.

I have been listening to Emma Grede for quite some time now. If you do not know her, she is recognized as one of America’s richest self-made women,, and what I hear from her is unapologetic advice that is triggering the women who are unconsciously conditioned to keep themselves small. She is really speaking to women who want to make a lot more money, who are ambitious in the way that she is, and who are tired of pretending otherwise.

I got her book, Starting with Yourself, have not read it yet, but I have been listening to her podcast for a while, and what I respect most about her is the boldness with which she names something most women in my world will not touch: we have been conditioned to put purpose before money, and that conditioning has cost us. It has cost us our standards, our sustainability, and in many cases, our self-respect, all in the name of service.

She does not soften it. She does not apologize for it. And that kind of clarity in a woman is rare enough that when you encounter it, you feel it in your body before your mind has a chance to argue with it. This is simply the truth, and this is something that Emma Grede pointed out very clearly. To have a business is to center making alot of money. A hobby does not require that centering, and there is nothing wrong with that distinction. What I have witnessed, though, is that over time the hobby quietly becomes something more. It starts generating income, attracting an audience, creating demand. And when you trace it back honestly, it is because on a deeper level there was always a desire to build something that produces real wealth. Most people just were not given permission to say that from the beginning.

That landed hard for me. Not because it was new information, but because it named something I had been living that I had not yet given myself full permission to say out loud.

The Pattern

Because I have lived that pattern intimately. I spent years building a business rooted in service, pouring and pouring, and then spending just as much energy picking myself back up. Chasing my own tail. Burning through and rebuilding. There is a particular kind of exhaustion that comes not from working hard but from giving from a place that was never being replenished, because the model itself was built backwards. I was leading with my service and hoping the money would follow and feel clean. What I did not understand then, and what I understand fully now, is that when money is an afterthought, so is your value. And when your value is an afterthought, everything you build sits on an unstable foundation, no matter how beautiful it looks from the outside.

At some point I had to get honest. Not with my community. Not with what people expected from someone with my title or my lineage. With myself. What did I actually want? Not what a shaman is supposed to want. Not what a healer is supposed to model. What did I, Taheera, want for my life?

What came through clearly was this: I am here to make a lot of money while being in service. Not the other way around. That is not a small shift. It is an energetic recalibration and a maturity that took me years to arrive at without apology. It means the value of my service is reflected in what I charge, in what I require, and in how I build. Service does not get to be the reason I shrink. It gets to be the reason I expand. Those two things are not in conflict. They never were. We were just taught that they were.

Sovereignty

I know some women will read this and immediately call it patriarchal. I want you to sit with that for a second, because I understand the reflex. But choosing yourself is not patriarchy. It is not even matriarchy. It is sovereignty. It is being so rooted in yourself that you stop outsourcing your decisions to the noise around you, to the community expectations, to the inherited beliefs about what a spiritual woman is supposed to look like, supposed to charge, supposed to want. Sovereignty is not about being against anything. It is about being so settled inside yourself that the noise stops having the same pull. That is not a masculine ideal. That is just what it looks like when a woman finally comes home to herself.

In spirit-led spaces especially, there has long been this embedded teaching that to be a light, to be a real healer, you must be selfless. Sacrificial. That putting money first means you have compromised something sacred. And I want to be direct about this: that belief, left unchallenged, is one of the most depleting things a woman in this work can carry. It also keeps her dependent. It keeps her chasing validation from the very community she is supposed to be leading. It keeps her in a loop of giving beyond her means and then resenting the very work she loves. I have been in that loop. I know exactly what it feels like to pour from devotion and still end each season wondering why you feel so empty.

Shamanic consciousness does not live in a title or in the work you are publicly associated with. It is threaded through everything, through how you think, how you hold space, how you walk into a room, how you make decisions. It does not leave just because something external changes. What does leave, when you do the real internal work, is the need to prove it to anyone.

The Unspoken Layer

And then there is another layer of conditioning that does not get talked about enough, and I want to name it plainly. We have been taught to stay where we are. To let someone else lead. To keep our ambition quiet enough that it does not make the room uncomfortable. If you are a woman who is driven, who is building something real, who is motivated by vision and by the legacy she is actively creating, you should not be ashamed of that. Not for a single moment.

Men who cannot hold that in a woman will find ways to manage it. To redirect it toward something smaller, something they can place and understand and, if we are being honest, something they can have some measure of control over. Some will never say that out loud. Some do not even have the self-awareness to recognize that is what they are doing. But I have watched it happen in men who are otherwise conscious, otherwise evolved. That pattern still surfaces, and a woman who knows herself will recognize it without needing it to be named.

There are also women who genuinely want to be led. Who do not want to carry the weight of what it is to be a leader. Who feel most at home being held and cared for in that way. That is real and that is valid. What is interesting, though, is that those women are rarely questioned. They are not placed on some invisible judgment table and asked to defend their choices. Women like me are. Women who are deeply ambitious, who are building legacies, who are strong enough to thrive inside the challenges that come with that, not because they are looking for difficulty, but because difficulty is simply part of what it means to keep rising and to keep building something that lasts. That version of womanhood makes people uncomfortable in a way the other does not.

And I want to say this clearly to every woman reading this who has ever felt that discomfort aimed at her: that discomfort belongs to them, not to you. The judgment you receive about how you are living, how much you are charging, how boldly you are moving, how unapologetically you are choosing yourself, that judgment is almost never about you. It is about the choices they have not made yet. It is about the version of themselves they have not given themselves permission to become. People who have chosen themselves clearly and cleanly do not have the bandwidth to audit your life. Let them keep talking. You keep moving.

What This Actually Looks Like

Because here is what choosing yourself actually looks like in practice. It looks like a whole life. Not a performance of one. Not a curated version designed to make everyone around you comfortable. A real, full, unapologetic life. The kind most people dream about and quietly talk themselves out of because the path to it requires them to stop performing for an audience that was never going to applaud them anyway.

I am not missing anything. That is what I want you to hear underneath all of this. When you stop shrinking to fit spaces that were never built for your full size, you do not lose anything worth keeping. You gain the one thing that changes everything: yourself. Clearly. Cleanly. Without condition.

That is where real wealth begins. Not just the financial kind, though yes, absolutely that too. The kind of wealth that means you wake up inside a life you actually chose, built by your standards, on your terms, in full alignment with who you are. That is available to you. It has always been available to you. The only thing standing between you and it is the story you inherited about what you are allowed to want.

I also want to be honest about something that is rarely spoken about clearly. I know women who have made a lot of money, who are millionaires, and are not happy. From that place they begin to say that money is not freedom. They start to value simplicity as the real wealth, and I understand that perspective deeply because I live a simple life that I love without reservation.

I have been living it for almost seven years, off grid in the Dominican Republic, in the mountains, surrounded by nature, with land to build on, a retreat center to hold space in, access to the ocean, the rivers, the quiet that most people are desperately craving. It is my heaven on earth. And wealth does not stop there. I have a loving husband, a beautiful relationship with my family, and a place where they can come, rest, and be held by something real. The wealth moves through the generations of my bloodline. It is bigger than me. It is healing layers of suffering that my ancestors carried so that I could arrive here and build something that lasts beyond my lifetime. Wealth is not a selfish act. It is a deeply spiritual one.

And at the same time, what I understand very clearly is that this life is sustained by structure, by resources, by money that is intentionally created and circulated. This level of freedom is not accidental. It is supported. It requires me to make a lot of money so that I can continue to build, to expand, to care for what I have created, and to fully stand in my legacy and my mission. I hold both of those truths at once without conflict. Simplicity can be the experience, and wealth can be the structure that holds it in place. That is where many women are still separating what was never meant to be separated.

So I will end with this, beloved. Decide very clearly what you are no longer willing to pretend you do not want. You have always known. The negotiating is what has to stop. Stop bargaining with your own clarity and start building from it. That is the real shift. And it begins with you.

Many women have spent years refining their language until it is polished enough to be accepted everywhere and precise enough to satisfy nowhere. The words become easier to say, but they lose their edge. Desire gets dressed up before it ever has a chance to land cleanly. What was once direct becomes softened, reshaped, made more digestible. Wealth becomes abundance. Ambition becomes alignment. Power becomes purpose, as if the original word carried something dangerous that needed to be contained. The original signal gets diluted, and life responds accordingly. Not because life does not want to give you what you asked for, but because what you asked for was never what you actually meant.

The way you speak about what you want is not a small thing. It determines what your life organizes around. Vague language produces vague results. A softened desire builds a softened life. At a certain point, it becomes clear that the issue is not confusion. It is avoidance in a more refined form. You already know what you want. You have known for a long time. The hesitation is in saying it without adjusting it for comfort, without making it more palatable for the room, without offering a disclaimer before the declaration. That pattern does not come from uncertainty. It comes from years of learning that a woman who states what she wants without apology makes the space around her uncomfortable. And so the language shifts, the edges round, and the wanting becomes something easier for everyone else to hold.

I want wealth. I want a business that produces serious money. I want a life with beauty, space, care, and margin. I want my work to support me at the level my body and mind actually require. I want rest that is not earned through collapse. I want financial decisions that come from expansion instead of survival. There is nothing excessive about that. It is honest. It sets a standard that can be built around. Without that level of clarity, there is nothing for your life to fully respond to. You cannot build toward something you have not been willing to name out loud.

This is where things begin to shift in a more grounded way. The conversation moves out of the internal and into what has actually been created. There comes a point where it becomes undeniable that your current structure cannot hold the level you are carrying. The life may still function, but it feels tight. The business may still bring in money, but it does not match your capacity. The way your time is set up does not support the way you actually need to live. And you can feel it in your body before you can articulate it with your mind. The misalignment shows up as tension you cannot quite name, as low-grade frustration that has nothing to do with gratitude and everything to do with fit.

That mismatch is where a quieter kind of exhaustion begins. Not from effort itself, but from holding more than the current structure can sustain. Living inside containers that no longer fit creates pressure over time. It pulls on your attention. It wears on the body. It makes even clarity feel heavy because there is nowhere for it to land. What you know has outgrown what you have built. And the longer you stay inside that gap, the more expensive it becomes. Not just financially, but energetically. The cost of maintaining something that no longer fits you is always higher than the cost of building what actually does.

At some point, self-worth stops being something you feel and starts being something you structure. It shows up in how your time is held, how your work is delivered, how your offers are designed, and how money moves in your life. It becomes visible in decisions, and in what is no longer tolerated. A woman can understand her value completely and still live inside a life that does not reflect it. She can speak about worthiness with real conviction and still undercharge, still overdeliver, still hold space for people and situations that have long since stopped holding space for her. That split does not hold forever. The knowing eventually demands a response, and the response is not more awareness. It is action with weight behind it.

There is a moment where things become simpler. The internal debate quiets. The standard is no longer something you revisit. It is something you work from. What was once a preference becomes a requirement. The things you used to consider become the things you are no longer willing to discuss. From there, the work is clear. You remove what no longer supports you. You strengthen what has been unstable. You raise what has been underpriced. You build in a way that matches what you have already claimed internally. And you stop waiting for the external to catch up on its own, because you understand now that it was always waiting on you to set the terms.

Freedom starts to feel different here. It is less about having no structure and more about finally having the kind that supports you. The life begins to feel held. Money moves in a steadier way. Your time is not constantly being pulled from you. There is space because you built it that way, deliberately and without apology. What you create starts to support you instead of relying on you for everything. The weight shifts. The exhale comes. Not because the work stops, but because the work finally has somewhere to go that does not cost you more than it gives back.

The shift is precise. Say what you want without softening it. Let it be exact. Then build your life around that level of truth. A clear desire gives direction. Structure makes it real. And the woman who refuses to negotiate with her own knowing is the woman whose life eventually stops requiring her to.

There exists a version of spirituality that asks you to keep your desires at arm’s length, to want less, to be grateful for what arrives and to ask for nothing more. I understand that stance, and I have moved beyond it. Sovereignty does not operate that way. If I carry a real gift, something that moves people, that opens hearts, that shifts how someone sees themselves, that gift is meant to generate wealth. Not later. Not conditionally. It creates value here and now, tangible and transformative.

The problem happens when wealth is treated as something separate from the gift. The result is distortion on both sides. The real issue is not desire itself but the split between the spiritual life and the financial life. I bring presence to the work and I feel it dilute when it’s time to price it. I am precise in ceremony and clear in structure. I trust my intuition in the session and I rely on it when I set a price. I learn to stop performing modesty around money because somewhere along the line I absorbed the idea that desire is not sacred. And it is. Desire points the direction of what I can bear and it reveals the edges of my capacity even before I have built the framework to hold it.

I recall a ten hour flight that cleared this for me. I sat in coach, cramped into a seat that did not fit my body, and I could feel the tightness, the lack of space, the subtle agitation that comes when you are contained in a way that does not match how you move through the world. A few rows ahead, the curtain opened onto a different frequency. Space for the body to stretch, attentive care in every detail, meals placed with intention. I saw it and felt it not with envy but with recognition. That is where my standard lives, what my nervous system welcomes, what I am willing to rise to.

And it demanded something in return.

If that is the standard, then life and work must generate the income that sustains it. The next time I flew ten hours, I was in business class. My body stretched, I slept, I moved through the day with ease, and I arrived without a constant fight inside me. The relief was not about luxury alone; it was about alignment between longing and the structure that supports it. What mattered most was the quiet in my system, the absence of internal resistance to what I truly want. The longing was not the problem; the resistance to honoring it was.

The woman who wants to travel first class is not greedy. She is precise. She knows what level of care she is available for, and that clarity shows up in every other area of life as well. It shapes how she works, how she leads, how she prices, how she structures her days. It is the same capacity expressed in different rooms. Suppressing desire does not elevate spirituality; it narrows reach and loads work with unspoken resentment. People feel that. They sense power in the work even when life behind it is uncertain. They hear when the transmission is clear but the structure cannot hold it.

When a person has decided exactly how to live and built the work to generate that life, movement changes. There is no internal argument, no hesitation when it is time to name a price, no performance when it is time to be seen. Not hope, but decision. Decision reorganizes everything, sharpens standards, trims away what no longer fits, and brings the work into alignment with a clear reality it must support. Declaration stays internal. You do not owe the world your numbers, and you do not need to perform desire publicly. This is about coherence.

Inside, there must be a clarity that eliminates negotiation. Not a wish, a decision. I decided what my life looks like, and then I built my work to match it. That is not a betrayal of the gift; it is devotion in its most mature form. The gift is not being exploited; it is being held, resourced, and sustained. When I honor what I carry by building the systems that can hold it, I complete the circuit. The gift moves through me, the wealth it generates stabilizes me, and the life I build expands my capacity to hold more. This is integrity.

Get clear about what you actually want. Not what sounds aligned, not what feels digestible, but what you want. Write it plainly. Then look at your work without emotion and ask a direct question: does this structure generate that life? If not, refine it until it does. Adjust pricing, offers, visibility, and standards. Let work fund life fully. Gifted work is not a call to poverty; it never was. It is a responsibility to build a life that can hold it without collapse.

Spirituality never claimed to be my final address. Sovereignty claimed the center. I have learned to move as a student of consciousness through sustained observation, truth telling about how I actually move through life, and the discipline to remain grounded while shifting states of awareness. Over the years, I have studied what I call conscious platforms, the layers at which we perceive, process, and act. A single thread moves through all of them. The capacity to know where I am, where another is, and what is present beneath any moment.

There is a quiet graduation within the field of consciousness. Work completes. Lessons integrate. The mover advances. This pattern has been with me since childhood. I have always felt when a space was complete. I have always known when a role or identity had reached its end. That knowing does not come from impulse. It comes from awareness that remains steady even as everything around it shifts.

When brought into a grounded psychological lens, development unfolds in stages. Cognitive and emotional growth move through time and experience. Some remain anchored within a platform because releasing it requires the dissolution of an identity they are still holding. That identity may serve as protection. It may serve as limitation. Either way, it remains until the system is ready to reorganize. Being a student of consciousness requires the ability to remain aware across these shifts without losing stability. It requires the discipline to observe without immediately identifying. It requires a level of mental training, because the mind seeks familiarity. To move across platforms of consciousness while remaining coherent is a practiced capacity. It is refined over time.

As I sit with my memoir and prepare it for publication, I can see the throughline clearly. I can see where I have moved, what I entered, what I completed, and what I outgrew. When I look at spirituality now, especially after building a school centered around shamanism and walking that path in a real way, I see it with clarity.

Shamanism, for me, has always been grounded. It is nature. It is cycles. It is an intimacy with what is real and what is mysterious. I appreciate ceremony when it comes from an authentic place. When it is rooted in real internal initiation and embodiment. I have been initiated through different traditions. I have been gifted garments and jewelry that represent embodiment. These were not things I purchased or collected. They were earned through rights of passage. I have always been committed to earning what is given. Not assuming a title. Not presenting in performance. The recognition I carry has come through those who can see, and through what has been lived.

In observing what is commonly called spirituality, I see something else as well. Spirituality can offer meaning. It can offer structure. It can support a person in orienting themselves within life. And within it, there is also fragmentation. There are identities that form around it. There are expressions that are performed without the depth of internal work that makes them real.

A sovereign organizes through center rather than through identity. There is the capacity to see all of existence, to understand what is present, and to remain centered without being pulled into it. There is no need to perform. No need to attach. No need to prove alignment. There is a direct relationship with truth that remains clear and undivided.

Truth is not owned. It does not belong to any system, path, or tradition. It remains consistent. To stand within it requires internal coherence.

That is where the clarity came for me.

I realized I am more sovereign than I am spiritual.

That recognition reorganized everything. It clarified why I am no longer drawn to most spiritual spaces. It clarified why I closed the school. It clarified why, even within spiritual frameworks, I was guiding people back to their own center rather than deeper into identity.

There was a moment of questioning. A moment of asking where I truly stand. The answer came as completion. Authentic spirituality is quiet. It does not require display. It does not require constant articulation. It lives through how a person exists. I have lived that. I have walked through the initiations that come with that path. I respect what came from it. I honor it. I am at peace with having moved through it.

Sovereignty is something else entirely. Sovereignty is the capacity to remain at the center of oneself with full coherence. It is a grounded position of authority that does not depend on external structures for stability. It allows for movement, decision, and creation while remaining whole. That has always been present. Now it is more refined. More precise. More fully lived.

If you encounter me, understand what you are stepping into. This is a return to your own center. Not everyone is ready for that. I tell my students: to encounter is to encounter yourself in wholeness. You have the golden ticket; you can cash it in or remain where you are, either way the train keeps moving.

I move when something is complete. I do not remain where there is nothing left to activate, clarify, or refine. So if there is something here for you, take it fully.

A quiet narrative exists within spiritual spaces that most people do not question, even as they are shaped by it. It is not something that is directly taught, but something that is absorbed through observation, through language, and through the way people move and what they normalize over time. Eventually, it becomes something that feels true simply because it is repeated so often.

At its core, it is the belief that depth requires sacrifice.

Not in the sacred sense of devotion or discipline, but in the way that suggests that if you are someone who can guide others into healing, into truth, into the deeper layers of their being, then your own life must reflect a certain level of restraint. That there is something about wanting more, having more, or living well that somehow takes away from the integrity of the work.

I spent years inside of these spaces, and I could feel the subtle ways this belief was reinforced. It showed up in the way people spoke about money, in the way they positioned their offerings, and in the way they quietly minimized their own desires before anyone else had the chance to question them. There was a tone that ran underneath everything, one that suggested that to be truly devoted meant to give more than you received.

For a long time, I observed it without fully challenging it.

It did not feel aggressive or forceful. It felt almost noble. It felt like humility. But over time, I began to notice the cost of it. The exhaustion that was not being named. The lack of support that was being justified. The quiet tension that lived underneath the surface when someone was holding a high level of responsibility without the structures to sustain it.

Something in me started to shift when I realized that there was nothing inherently misaligned about living well while doing deep work. There was nothing contradictory about holding space for transformation and then choosing to experience beauty, refinement, and expansion in my own life. The idea that these things could not coexist began to feel less like truth and more like conditioning that had simply gone unquestioned.

The Dream That Marked the Shift

Around this time, I had a dream that stayed with me in a way that felt precise.

I was at my space, a place that already holds so much of what I have built, and right beside it was another house. The two structures stood next to each other, distinct yet connected, like two different foundations existing at the same time.

As I stepped outside, I turned to my left and saw another version of myself. She looked like me, but she was fully in her healer expression. She was dressed in her shamanic wear, grounded in what she knew how to do, and she was working on another woman who was laying down, receiving the work.

My husband was also there, moving between the spaces, going in and out of the house, tending to what needed to be fixed, stabilizing what was present.

Then I looked up.

The sky was filled with sacred geometry, intricate patterns forming and reorganizing themselves with a level of order that felt undeniable. I remember sitting there, focused on it, taking in the precision of what I was seeing.

When I woke up, the message was not abstract. It was clear.

The healer in me was ready to rest.

Not because she was no longer needed, but because she had completed a level of mastery. I had spent years developing that part of myself, learning, refining, serving, and holding space in ways that required depth and presence. I knew what I was doing, and I was confident in my ability to guide and facilitate.

What I had not fully stepped into yet was mastery around wealth.

The two houses represented two different foundations. The healer and the woman who builds, leads, and holds wealth. The masculine presence in the dream, represented through my husband, was the stabilizing force that moved between them, creating structure and continuity.

It was not about choosing one and abandoning the other.

It was about allowing both to exist in a way that was integrated.

Redefining Who I Was Available For

That realization began to change how I moved in a very practical way.

I started to see more clearly the types of spaces I was placing myself in and the dynamics I was continuing to engage with. There were patterns that had once felt normal that no longer felt aligned with where I was going, and that awareness did not come all at once. It revealed itself gradually, through repetition, through observation, and through a growing sense that something within me was no longer willing to participate in the same cycles.

I noticed how often I was in conversations that required constant encouragement, where the same themes were being revisited without any real movement. There was a tendency to avoid financial investment in the name of freedom or spiritual alignment, and a lack of responsibility that was often framed as openness. Over time, it became clear that this was not an environment I was meant to continue building within.

Self worth is foundational, and it always has been. But there is a difference between understanding self worth conceptually and living in a way that reflects it through action, through decision making, and through the willingness to invest in one’s own growth. That distinction became more apparent to me as I began to look at the patterns I was surrounded by and the patterns I was no longer willing to hold space for.

I became very clear about the women I wanted to work with.

Women who are ambitious and intelligent, who have a history of showing up in their lives in meaningful ways. Women who have generated income or are actively building, who are regulated enough to recognize that they are meant to hold more, and who are willing to take responsibility for what that requires.

These women felt familiar to me because they reflected where I was and how I had always moved, and that familiarity brought a level of clarity that allowed me to refine not only who I worked with, but how I worked.

Expanding Into Financial Leadership

As that clarity deepened, my work began to expand in a way that felt natural rather than forced.

I was no longer only offering healing in the traditional sense. I was bringing in financial education and financial healing in a way that addressed something I had seen for years but had not yet fully named. There was a gap between the depth people could access internally and their ability to create and sustain something externally, and that gap was showing up in ways that were difficult to ignore.

I have worked with women who were generating very little income, women who were inconsistent in their visibility and unsure of how to structure what they were offering, and I have watched them grow into women who are generating six figures a month, who show up consistently, and who have built something that is stable and real.

That shift did not come from urgency or pressure. It came from structure, from clarity, and from a willingness to move differently over time.

There is a pattern I see often, where there is a desire to move quickly toward an outcome without the same level of attention given to what it takes to hold that outcome once it arrives. The pull toward expansion is real, but without the foundation to support it, it creates a kind of instability that can feel confusing when it begins to surface.

That instability is not a reflection of a lack of capability. It is a reflection of what has not yet been fully built.

The way I approach this is through building rather than rushing, through creating something that compounds over time instead of something that needs to be restarted. There is a steadiness in that process that allows what is being created to actually take root.

Sacred and Paid and the Reality of Capacity

This is what led me to create Sacred and Paid.

It was not designed to move people through quickly. It was designed to support a different way of moving, one that allows what is being built to be sustained over time. There is a level of slowing down that becomes necessary, because so many people are operating from urgency without realizing how deeply that urgency shapes their relationship with money and their ability to hold it.

Within this container, there are different levels that support different stages of capacity. Each one is intentional, not as a hierarchy, but as a progression that allows someone to develop the stability needed to move forward in a grounded way.

Even when someone expresses a desire to enter the highest level, I take the time to assess whether their current capacity aligns with that desire. Wanting to make more money and being able to hold more money are not the same experience, and that distinction becomes important when someone is building something that is meant to last.

If someone is not yet able to hold what they already have, if their patterns are still inconsistent or unstable, then moving too quickly only amplifies what has not yet been integrated.

The work that happens in between is what creates the difference. It is what allows expansion to be sustained rather than momentary.

Integration as a Way of Living

At a certain point, the separation between healing and money begins to dissolve.

They are not two different paths. They are two aspects of the same experience, and engaging with one while avoiding the other creates a kind of imbalance that eventually becomes difficult to ignore.

Emotional healing without attention to money creates a gap in reality that can feel disorienting over time. Financial growth without emotional regulation creates instability that can be just as disruptive. Both require attention, and both ask for a level of honesty that goes beyond surface understanding.

What creates balance is the willingness to engage with both, not as opposing forces, but as interconnected parts of the same process.

Over time, identity begins to expand to reflect this. The role of being someone who serves does not disappear, but it evolves. It includes leadership, decision making, structure, and the ability to create and hold wealth in a way that is aligned with the depth of the work being done.

It is about allowing more of what is already present to be fully expressed.

What Changes From Here

There are women who move through life in a way that keeps things familiar, contained within what they have already experienced, and aligned with what feels manageable. There are also women who feel something else moving within them, something that recognizes that their life is meant to expand beyond what they have known, even if they are still in the process of stepping into it.

That recognition has a way of staying present.

It asks to be acknowledged, and eventually, it asks to be acted on.

At a certain point, the question shifts. It becomes less about whether that expansion is possible and more about whether someone is willing to move in a way that reflects what they already sense is available to them.

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After more than twenty years working in healing spaces, I began noticing something that I could no longer ignore.

Women were comfortable speaking about healing. Conversations about trauma, emotional growth, spiritual awakening, and personal transformation flowed easily. There was openness in those rooms. People were willing to be vulnerable about their journeys.

But the moment the conversation turned toward money or business, something shifted.

The tone changed. The energy tightened. Sometimes the conversation moved away from the topic entirely, as if discussing money somehow disrupted the spiritual atmosphere.

Over time I realized that many women were far more comfortable discussing their inner lives than they were discussing the structures that supported their lives.

Yet those two worlds are deeply connected.

The realization did not arrive all at once. It happened gradually as I listened to the same types of conversations repeat themselves over the years. Eventually I noticed that I was becoming quieter in certain spaces. Not because I lacked compassion, but because I recognized that the conversation itself was keeping people in a loop.

There was real healing happening in those rooms, but the material reality of people’s lives often remained unchanged.

At some point I began asking myself a simple question. If spiritual work is truly transforming our lives, should that transformation not also show up in how we build our lives?

It should show up in how we structure our work, how we value our time, and how we take responsibility for the practical world around us.

Those realizations changed the kinds of conversations I was willing to participate in.

The Season I Call Passion Pricing

I did not begin my work with the clarity I have now.

In the early years, my pricing did not reflect the depth of the work I was doing. I was creating retreats, guiding transformational processes, and holding space for people who were navigating profound personal shifts. But the financial structure around that work did not truly support it.

Looking back, I understand why. My heart was fully invested in the work itself. The structure surrounding the work had not yet matured.

I sometimes refer to that period as passion pricing.

When people begin offering healing or transformational work, their desire to serve often leads them to underprice what they are offering. The focus is on helping people, not on sustainability.

Over time I began to see the limitations of that approach. The energy required to create meaningful spaces is significant. Preparing those containers, holding them responsibly, and guiding people through their processes requires time, skill, and emotional presence.

Without a structure that honors that investment of energy, the work eventually becomes unsustainable.

Recognizing this did not make me less devoted to the work. In fact, it required me to take the work more seriously.

I began building the structures that would allow it to grow.

That meant developing programs with clear frameworks, creating retreats that were organized and intentional, and eventually building an entire school that required daily leadership and responsibility.

And through that process I learned something entrepreneurship teaches very clearly.

When you are building something real, you show up whether anyone is watching or not.

Some days the rooms are full. Other days they are quieter.

You continue the work anyway.

When Admiration Is Not the Same as Action

As my work grew, I began noticing another pattern.

Many women felt inspired by what I had built. They expressed admiration for the programs, the retreats, and the level of work they were seeing.

And I truly appreciate that encouragement. It means a great deal when people recognize the effort and care behind something.

But over time I noticed that admiration and action are not the same thing.

Some women approached me speaking about collaboration. They wanted to participate in the work or be part of what was being built.

What I gradually realized, though, was that many of those women were not actually in a stage of collaboration.

They were in a stage of mentorship.

There is nothing wrong with that. Every person who builds something meaningful has learned from people who came before them. Mentorship is one of the most honest ways growth happens.

But mentorship involves a kind of exchange that women have not always been encouraged to practice with one another.

It requires acknowledging the value of experience.

It requires being willing to invest in learning from someone who has already walked a path you hope to walk.

In many professional environments, men understand this dynamic quite naturally. When they encounter someone whose knowledge can accelerate their progress, they invest.

Women, on the other hand, are often taught that supporting each other means offering our wisdom freely and endlessly.

But that pattern rarely leads to real empowerment. More often it leaves women overextended, undercompensated, and still struggling to build stable lives around their work.

Spiritual Sovereignty and Financial Sovereignty

As my work continued evolving, I began creating mentorship programs that reflected what I was observing.

In the beginning those spaces focused primarily on spiritual sovereignty. Many women were searching for ways to reconnect with their inner authority and trust their own wisdom.

But over time another theme kept appearing.

Many women who were deeply committed to their spiritual growth were still struggling with the practical side of their lives. Their businesses lacked structure. Their income was inconsistent. Their work was meaningful, but it was not financially sustainable.

It became impossible for me to ignore the connection between those realities.

Spiritual sovereignty without financial sovereignty often leaves women dependent on systems that limit their freedom.

So naturally the work expanded.

The conversations began including business structure, pricing, intellectual assets, and financial literacy. Not because spirituality had been replaced, but because real independence requires both inner authority and practical competence.

Many women appreciated those conversations. They expressed gratitude for seeing spirituality and business discussed together in an honest way.

But appreciation alone does not create change.

Recognizing value is one thing. Acting on that recognition is another.

Over time I noticed a subtle tension around money. Women could feel the spiritual value of the work immediately, yet when the same work existed inside a financial container, hesitation appeared.

The value was understood spiritually, but not always honored materially.

Eventually I had to recognize that negotiating my worth was a chapter I had already completed.

That chapter taught me many things, including compassion and patience. But it also clarified something important.

If someone truly desires the life they say they want, eventually they have to stop using spirituality as a way to soften that desire.

At some point the conversation turns toward responsibility.

Financial education.

Financial intelligence.

Investment in oneself.

What Investment Reveals

Over the years I have observed something that continues to stand out.

Women who are truly committed to their growth find a way to invest in themselves.

The decision rarely happens dramatically. It usually arrives quietly, through a moment of clarity.

When someone decides they are ready for the next level of their life, their relationship with opportunity changes. They stop negotiating with themselves.

They simply decide.

I understand this from personal experience.

Before the work I have today existed, I was working a regular nine to five job. At one point I encountered an opportunity to work with a business mentor whose guidance I knew would accelerate my growth.

The investment felt significant at the time.

But something inside me already knew that stepping into that room would change my trajectory.

So I made it happen.

I did not announce the decision publicly or explain it to everyone around me. I simply found a way to make the investment work.

I asked for a raise. I reorganized my finances. I adjusted my priorities.

And that moment shifted something inside me.

Not only financially, but psychologically.

It confirmed a belief that had already begun forming within me.

I was worthy of the next level.

When someone truly believes that, their actions begin to reflect it.

Which leads to a question that many people eventually have to face.

Do you believe you are worthy of the life you say you want?

Because belief is not only expressed through words or inner work.

It becomes visible through decisions.

The Women Who Are Building

There are many conversations happening right now about manifestation and abundance.

But the women who are building something real understand that abundance is not only an idea. It is something that must be structured and sustained.

You can recognize these women easily.

They are developing programs that carry their work forward. They are creating intellectual assets that allow their knowledge to live beyond a single conversation. They are refining their offerings and strengthening the foundations of their businesses.

They invest in themselves.

They take aligned action.

They take responsibility for the life they are building.

These women are not waiting for permission or circling endless discussions about potential.

They are building.

Those are the conversations that interest me now.

Conversations with women who are structuring their visions, refining their work, and bringing their gifts into the world with clarity and responsibility.

Because real transformation eventually becomes visible.

Not only in what we understand or feel internally, but in what we create.

And the women who are building recognize one another when they meet.

The conversation becomes very simple.

Let’s build.

One final reflection

If you’ve read this far, I’m curious about something.

Where do you most often see this tension between spiritual conversation and real-world structure?

You do not have to answer publicly, but the honesty of that reflection might reveal more than you expect.

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There is a moment in leadership that does not feel dramatic, victorious, or loud. It feels quiet. Almost anticlimactic. It is the moment when you realize that emotional intensity no longer governs your decisions.

For a long time, growth is associated with expansion. With breakthroughs. With moments that shake the system and make you feel as though you have crossed another threshold of awareness. But eventually something changes. The appetite for intensity begins to dissolve. Not because growth has stopped, but because the nervous system no longer requires activation in order to recognize significance.

This is the point where expansion gives way to governance.

And governance is quiet.

It does not perform transformation. It does not announce its maturity. It simply holds its position.

Over the past week I experienced something that made this very clear to me. Not in theory, but in practice. A moment where the structure of my leadership met the expectations of someone who had known me in a previous stage.

There was no argument. No emotional eruption. No dramatic confrontation.

There was simply a decision.

A position held.

And the quiet understanding that when you stand inside your own governance, there are risks you accept. The risk that someone may not like the decision. The risk that someone may feel disappointed. The risk that someone who once related to you through a different version of yourself may no longer recognize the structure you are now operating from.

This is not conflict.

It is maturation.

One of the hidden initiations of leadership is realizing that maturity does not require you to convince anyone of your position. You do not need to explain yourself into being understood. You do not need to persuade someone to see your evolution in the same way you do.

You can acknowledge how they see it. You can respect their perspective. You can hear their interpretation.

And still remain where you stand.

There is a level of power in this that is rarely discussed, particularly for women.

Not the power of dominance. Not the power of performance. But the power of self governance.

For many women, especially those who are thoughtful, intuitive, and deeply relational, there is often a subtle pattern of softening our position in the presence of strong personalities. Sometimes it is a partner. Sometimes it is a mentor. Sometimes it is simply someone who carries themselves with a certain level of authority that invites us to defer.

It is not always fear.

Often it is respect.

But over time something becomes clear. Respect does not require self abandonment. And maturity eventually reaches a point where standing inside your own authority becomes non negotiable.

Not aggressively.
Not defensively.

Simply clearly.

And that clarity can feel uncomfortable at first because it reveals how often we once looked outside ourselves for subtle forms of permission. Permission to trust our judgment. Permission to hold our position. Permission to act according to what we know internally to be correct.

At a certain stage of development that permission seeking dissolves.

Not because you no longer value the perspectives of others, but because you no longer outsource your center.

And this is where a deeper initiation begins.

It is one thing to see yourself as capable. It is another thing entirely to hold that position when the moment arrives that tests it.

Because the real threshold of maturity is not internal insight. It is structural commitment.

It is the moment when you recognize that the way you have always seen yourself internally must now become the way you stand externally. Not just when it is comfortable. Not just when it is celebrated. But when it introduces friction.

This is the discipline of governance.

And governance is not about control. It is about order.

Order in how you allocate energy.
Order in how you handle pressure.
Order in how you maintain agreements.
Order in how you make financial decisions.
Order in how you hold your standards when circumstances invite you to abandon them.

This is why nervous system regulation is not simply a wellness concept.

It is economic architecture.

A dysregulated system seeks relief. A regulated system maintains structure. And structure is what allows wealth, leadership, and scale to stabilize over time.

When someone is constantly activated, constantly seeking the next breakthrough, constantly navigating emotional intensity, it becomes very difficult to build durable infrastructure. Ideas may flow. Insight may be abundant. But governance requires steadiness.

Wealth responds to steadiness.

Leadership responds to steadiness.

Scale responds to steadiness.

And steadiness requires a willingness to hold your position without needing emotional validation from the environment around you.

This is the stage where the seeker begins to dissolve.

Not because curiosity disappears, but because identity is no longer built around perpetual transformation. At a certain point the work becomes less about becoming and more about building.

Building systems.
Building standards.
Building agreements that can withstand pressure.

This is what I refer to as The Second Ascent.

The first ascent is about awakening. About recognizing your potential. About discovering what you are capable of and expanding into dimensions of yourself that once felt inaccessible.

But the second ascent is about responsibility.

It is the stage where insight must convert into structure. Where personal power must convert into governance. Where the vision you carry must be supported by architecture strong enough to sustain it.

And architecture requires maturity.

Not emotional drama.
Not spiritual performance.

But quiet discipline.

The discipline to hold your position without needing approval.

The discipline to make decisions that prioritize long term structure over short term comfort.

The discipline to accept that some relationships were formed around earlier versions of you and may not fully translate into the structure you are now creating.

There is grief in this at times.

But there is also freedom.

Because once governance stabilizes internally, the energy that was once spent navigating emotional negotiation becomes available for building.

And building is where real wealth begins to take form.

Not wealth as fantasy.
Not wealth as manifestation rhetoric.

But wealth as infrastructure.

Infrastructure of mind.
Infrastructure of standards.
Infrastructure of leadership.

This is the invisible work beneath the visible work. The internal architecture that allows a vision to endure without collapsing under pressure.

The Second Ascent is the crossing point where personal evolution becomes structural leadership.

Where healing converts into standards.

Where awareness converts into governance.

And where the quiet discipline of self governance becomes the foundation that everything else is built upon.

The first ascent awakens you to what is possible.

The second ascent asks whether you are willing to build it.

Where This Work Continues

This is the stage of work I now focus on most.

These are the lectures I facilitate inside Sacred & Paid.

The space was created for women who know they carry real vision and leadership capacity, but are beginning to recognize that vision alone is not enough. At a certain stage, insight must become structure.

Many highly capable women do not struggle because they lack intelligence, purpose, or spiritual depth. They struggle because no one ever taught them how to stabilize their energy, their leadership, and their financial decisions in a way that allows wealth and responsibility to hold over time.

Sacred & Paid focuses on that missing layer.

How nervous system regulation supports clear decision making.
How governance stabilizes income.
How standards create the containment required for leadership, scale, and real wealth.

My work sits at the intersection of spiritual development, nervous system regulation, and economic structure. For years I have guided women through deep healing and spiritual awakening. What became clear over time is that awakening alone does not stabilize a life.

Without structure, insight disperses.

The work inside Sacred & Paid focuses on converting awareness into architecture. Helping women move beyond perpetual expansion and into the discipline required to build leadership, income, and vision that can endure.

If this work resonates with you, you are welcome to step inside.

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