Some of us aren’t just born different. We’re born watched. We grow up under invisible eyes, sensing energies we can’t name, being gaslit before we even learn what that means. If you’ve ever felt like your soul has been stalked, targeted, or drained since the moment you arrived on Earth you’re not alone. And more importantly: you’re not crazy.

Cursive writing used to be a rite of passage an elegant flow of letters that felt personal, intuitive, and powerful. But over the past couple of decades, it quietly vanished from schools. Now, entire generations can’t read handwritten letters from their own ancestors. Why? And more importantly: what deeper power were we disconnected from?

For a long time, I didn’t know there was a difference between meditation and prayer. I was raised around religion, where we were taught to pray, but no one ever mentioned the power of silence, stillness, or listening. I didn’t hear the word “meditation” until much later in my spiritual journey, and when I did, I was told it was dangerous or ungodly.

Have you ever had a day where the universe whispered so clearly, you couldn’t ignore it? That was me the other day, right in front of my home in Detroit. What started as a simple step outside turned into a spiritual conversation between me and the unseen—through a lottery ticket, a white stone, and a chunk of wood.

Let’s get one thing straight, spirituality isn’t one-size-fits-all. I’ve seen the judgment. I’ve felt the whispers. I’ve been on the receiving end of “I’ll pray for you” laced with pity or quiet condemnation. But here’s the thing: my spiritual journey isn’t a rejection of God, it’s a return to Source on my terms.

There’s a reason why dogs are called man’s best friend, but spiritually? They are so much more than that. Dogs show up in our lives not just to be cute companions or loyal guardians, but to teach us deep soul lessons, mirror our emotions, and guide us toward healing. From ancient mythologies to the moments we share at home, dogs are spiritual beings walking alongside us on our journey through life.

Have you ever been mindlessly scrolling through your feed only to stumble upon a post that hits you right in the soul?

If you’ve ever looked at the sky and whispered, “Where are my people?”

There’s a reason they never taught us about the 13th sign in Sunday school.There’s a reason why the serpent—once a sacred symbol—became a scapegoat for evil.There’s a reason why the healer in the sky was erased from the charts and from our stories.

Have you ever looked up at the stars and felt like they were trying to tell you something? As someone who’s always walked a spiritual path full of questioning, healing, and rediscovery, I’ve found that the more I align with the heavens, the more I understand myself. There’s a reason ancient wisdom across cultures points to the stars—and what if I told you that Jesus and his 12 disciples may be cosmic representations of something even deeper?

There’s something sacred about sitting quietly with your deck, asking the Universe to reflect the truth back to you. Tarot has always felt like a mirror to me — not just showing me what’s happening around me, but who I am becoming.

There was a time when I wouldn’t touch a tarot deck without my guidebook nearby. I’d flip back and forth between cards and their meanings, afraid I’d “get it wrong.” But as I deepened my spiritual practice and healed through shadow work, I realized that true tarot reading goes far beyond the keywords in a little white book.