Here it is, as plainly as I can say it right now:

When I look at a chart, I think I can see the potential timelines.

Not one fixed destiny.
Not a predetermined path.
But the full field of what’s possible ~ every expression a placement could take, every direction a chapter could go, every version of a life that could emerge from the same set of symbols.

And it’s our free will ~ the choices we make, the expressions we lean into, the awareness we bring or don’t bring ~ that determines which timeline we’re consciously living.

I came to this realization during a reading I did for my partner’s mom a couple of months ago.
We spent four hours together going through her chart, which was one of the most beautiful sessions I’ve had.
She had finally found her birth certificate and was so excited to finally have her birth time confirmed.

During that session, she also asked me to look at her son’s chart ~ my partner’s brother, who had recently passed.
She wanted to better know him as well the synastry between them, the dynamic between a mother and her child, what they were here to teach each other.
And it was so profound to sit with.
I could see it so clearly ~
” You were meant to be his mom.
These were the lessons.
This was the love.”

And then she gave me permission to do something I hadn’t done before…
She asked me to look at the window of time they believed he might have passed ~ to see what the chart was doing in that moment.

I approached it the way I approach all timing work ~ layering multiple techniques, cross-referencing what was active, looking for what kept showing up from different angles… What patterns were repeatedly surfacing? And there was a lot worth noting.
But it was one particular configuration that cracked something open in me.

The transiting Vertex conjunct his natal North Node in Taurus, his 7th house, both at zero degrees. (As well as how it was aspecting other placements/transits/etc)

Zero degrees is a threshold ~ a beginning point, a place of pure potential, a moment where something new is trying to emerge.
The Vertex is fate’s gate.
The North Node is the soul’s direction.
And the 7th house ~ the house of the other, of significant encounters, of what we meet when we step outside ourselves.

And I sat with that and I thought ~
this could refer to a departure from this life.
An ending into the beginning of his next expression.
And it also could have meant a profound new beginning within this life, had different choices been made, had different things transpired…

I'm not saying he was meant to live, nor am I saying he was meant to die.
I’m not yet certain if astrology gives us that kind of certainty.
What I am saying is that when I sat with that symbolism, it felt bigger than a single outcome. It felt like a threshold.
A crossing.
A moment where something entirely new was trying to emerge.
In the timeline that unfolded, that emergence coincided with his passing.
But it left me thinking again about how many moments in our lives contain multiple possible expressions within them, and how often we mistake the one that manifests for the only one that ever existed.

Both were real potentials in that chart. Both lived in that same moment.

That’s when it fully landed for me…

That reading cracked something open in me that I’ve been seeing everywhere.

Astrologers around the world (most of them) can agree that every placement in a chart exists on a spectrum of expression.
Not just the placements ~ every configuration, every aspect, every angle, every point.
All of it. The entire chart is a map of spectrums, layered on top of each other, intersecting and informing one another. Each one carries a multitude of possible expressions, all contained within the range assigned to it by its nature. And within that range, there is so much more room than most people realize.
A square isn’t just tension.
A trine isn’t just ease.
A Saturn placement isn’t just restriction.
Each of these things holds an entire world of potential expression ~ from the lowest frequency to the highest, and everything in between.

Venus in Taurus ~ one of the most celebrated placements in astrology ~ can show up as deep sensuality, presence, a profound relationship with beauty and nature.
Or it can tip into rigidity, stubbornness, an inability to move or change.
Same placement. Same chart. Completely different life.

And the timing techniques ~ zodiacal releasing, the Vedic dasha systems, firdaria, progressions, etc. ~ they don’t tell you which version you’ll live.
They tell you the chapter, page, and even sentence you’re in.
The themes that are active.
The energy that’s available.
But the expression of that chapter? That’s yours.

That’s where I believe free will lives.

Not outside of astrology ~ inside it. Woven through every placement, every aspect, every configuration, every moment of timing. The chart shows you the field. You choose the path through it.

It’s not unlike what quantum physics points to ~ the idea that all possible states exist simultaneously until a choice collapses them into one.

A chart, in this framework, might be less like a map of what will happen and more like a map of what’s possible ~ every potential state held open until the moment of choosing.
I’m not a physicist, and I won’t pretend to be.
But the parallel is hard to ignore, and I think there’s something worth exploring at that intersection.
That’s a deeper thread I intend to pull on over time.

This is not a fully formed framework yet… I want to be clear about that.
It’s something I’m still sitting with, still testing against readings, still developing.
&& I’m genuinely curious what other astrologers think about it ~ whether this resonates, whether there’s existing language for it that I haven’t found yet, whether it conflicts with frameworks I haven’t fully considered.

But it surfaced in me. And that feels like enough of a reason to share it ~ I wanted to put it down somewhere in my own words, before I keep exploring it.

Take it with a grain of salt ~

Or don’t ;)

xx Hannah

P.S. The question I’m most interested in sitting with moving forward is this:

If a chart contains all potential expressions, what determines which one becomes reality?

What collapses the spectrum into the current timeline?

Is it awareness?
Choice?
Probability?
Upbringing?
Environment?
Trauma?
Character?
Timing?
Grace?
Fate?

Or some interaction between all of them?

In other words, if a chart contains a field of possibilities, what is it that collapses that field into the life we’re consciously living?

I don’t have an answer yet.

But I suspect that question lives at the intersection of astrology, philosophy, psychology, and spirituality. And I have a feeling I’ll be pulling on that thread for a long time.

As I was being escorted off, Liz gave me her number and told me if I couldn’t catch another train, she would come back to pick me up and drive me the rest of the way to Olympia herself.

We had only just met.

I’ve always had the most incredible conversations with strangers and loved ones alike. Real ones. The kind that don’t happen when there’s a mic in the room and a list of questions on the table. So I started recording them and just capturing what was already happening, and asking permission after.

This is that series. “Meeting People Where They Are”

Liz was on her way home from visiting her daughters. One about to walk at graduation. One already taking college classes for veterinary school while still in high school. She talked about her husband, who used to train hop with her, and who died being hit by a train. She talked about how he still shows up as a bird that talks to them, warns them, watches over them.

We talked about grief and the kids who become strong so nobody else has to be. Sobriety, ADHD, the medication spiral that starts at five years old and doesn’t stop. Brainspotting. What it means to finally not need alcohol to come out of your shell.

Halfway through our conversation it hit me that this was too beautiful not to capture, and that Liz might just be the perfect person to launch this series with. So I quietly hit record. I asked her after if I could share it with you here.

She said yes.

Liz, thank you. For your openness, your warmth, your willingness to go deep with a stranger on a train, and for trusting me and everyone listening with the things you carry. You embody exactly what this series is about.

The audio isn’t perfect. We weren’t in a studio. That’s the point ~

P.S. You may be wondering if I ever got that woman a ticket to Mexico. I recorded the intro outside Portland Union Station with four minutes before my train, and a stranger came up asking for help getting to Mexico. I wish I could have. I didn’t have time, and she didn’t have a phone for me to send her anything to. I think about her and hope she found her way ~

P.P.S. You’ll notice the wind kept cutting through the intro audio. I thought about re-recording it indoors, but honestly? It felt wrong to. I was outside on a train platform, four minutes to spare, cigarette in hand, trying to get this down before I missed my train. The wind was there. It stays. This series was always meant to be raw and real, and sometimes raw and real is a little bit windy ~

P.P.P.S. The whole point of recording people without telling them first was so they wouldn’t feel shy or perform for the mic. The irony is that this was my first time doing it, and knowing I was recording had me feeling a little awkward and strange at the start. It showed up as a nervous laugh and probably as jumping in a little too much early on ~ interrupting before she fully landed, finishing thoughts before they were finished. A nervous tick of someone who knew they were being observed, even if only by themselves. As the conversation found its rhythm though, so did I. I eased back into just being present with her, and that’s when it really opened up. That’s the thing about real conversations ~ They find their own rhythm eventually, if you let them ~

P.P.P.P.S. There’s a moment in this conversation I’ve been sitting with since listening back. Liz shares some guilt around her daughter stepping up to help hold things together after losing her husband, and I touched on it briefly by mentioning my own mom, who raised five of us largely alone and had to give up so much of herself to do so. What I wish I had expanded on in that moment is this ~ it’s not just okay to need people during the hardest seasons of your life. It’s human. My mom needed her village too. My eldest siblings helped raise us younger ones, and that kind of collective holding of each other is something I think we’ve been taught to feel shame around when really it’s one of the most beautiful expressions of love there is. We were never meant to do the hard things alone. And the children who step up during those times ~ yes, they often do grow up faster than they should have to. That’s real, and it deserves to be honored. And at the same time, what they’re learning in those moments about love, about showing up, about what it means to hold someone through the worst of it ~ that stays with them too. I just wanted to name that ~ for Liz, for her daughter, and for anyone else who has ever needed someone to step in and hold things for a while. That’s not weakness. That’s just life, doing what it does ~

xx Hannah

TIME STAMPS:

0:00 | intro to the intro ~ what this series is about

6:27 | portland union station | five minutes and a cigarette

11:40 | the conversation with Liz begins ~

It was recorded for me, today on May 13th 2026, and moments after stepping through my front door from a powerful brainspotting session I had with my therapist Joanna Poague. I pressed record before I’d even fully processed what had just happened.

We focused on something I’ve been carrying my whole life without fully naming it: being a parentified child. The youngest daughter who learned early that her job was to tend to everyone else. Who brought that pattern into her friendships, her partnerships, her family dynamics, and only recently started to recognize it for what it is.

What came up during the session surprised me. Anger first, then laughter, then something quieter and more complicated. Compassion for my mother that I hadn’t been able to fully access before. Recognition of where the pattern lives in my body, my chest, my jaw, my hips, my left foot rooted to the earth while my right stayed light. Faces morphing into elders I’d never met but somehow recognized. And somewhere in the middle of it all, a clearer vision of the woman I’m actively choosing to become.

The healing has been so undeniable that even my chiropractor, someone I hadn’t seen in four months, noticed the energetic shift the moment I walked in on Monday. I shared with him what brainspotting has done for me, and mentioned that I’d even considered training to become a practitioner myself. But the more I sat with it, the more I realized that brainspotting is a tool I’ll continue to use and recommend wholeheartedly to others, while astrology is the gift I’m here to share.

My therapist gave me permission to potentially turn these session documentations into a book someday. This is me starting to build that archive.

I’m sharing it here in case it helps someone feel less alone in their own process, or opens a door to a modality they haven’t considered yet.

If you’re curious about brainspotting, I see Joanna Poague, based in Ashland, Oregon and also available via Zoom. She has changed my life.

p.s. sorry about my dryer banging in the background... I had just gotten home from my session and pressed record before I even thought about ambient noise. felt too real not to share anyway. 🤍

Raw audio. Unedited. Real.

p.p.s. if you’re interested in my grandma’s journals from her missionary trips compiled into a book, find it here: It’s All Part Of The Adventure ~ rightly titled as one of the statements my grandma would constantly remind us of ;)

p.p.p.s I remembered so much more from the session after recording. While listening, bear in mind that each dynamic mentioned is far more nuanced than you hear. There’s always duality in all things. Some “hardships”, yes, but beauty too. That’s life. && the many topics I briefly touched on here definitely deserve to be fully explored in the future.

But again, this wasn’t intended to be publicly shared with people who do not know the nuances within, as I do. This was recorded as a documentation for my future self to look back on when/if I ever decide to write a book about my experience with brainspotting and the immense healing it brought me, around many, many topics in life. This is a brief look into one of those topics.

I share because many people have asked me what brainspotting looks + feels like. I share it in hopes that it provides you with a look at what brainspotting sessions can be… from the initial trigger to the bodily sensations and realizations that surface, leading to a release on both subconscious and physical levels, && a reframing of that trigger… Though each session is vastly different, here’s a taste ;)

These pages weren’t written for anyone but me.
But you might recognize yourself in here, too.

morning(rising) pages written on May 7th, 2026 at 0707

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No longer being chained to being woken up by an alarm in the morning, my body naturally turns to biphasic sleeping cycles more often than not now… It took a long time to get here.

Since I was a child being woken up by the jolting blare of my alarm clock (whose red light interrupted my sleeping and circadian rhythm almost as annoyingly), I vividly remember lying in bed, bleary-eyed, trying to remember my dreams.

I dreamed of the day my mornings would no longer start in such a stressful way.

As I got ready for school, I’d hear my parents’ alarms waking them for their work day, and I’d feel so disheartened… Will my life forever start each day like this?

I knew I wanted to do my best to build a life where that wasn’t the case, but being raised in a lower-middle-class home, I had no examples of how to do that… even my more well-off friends’ parents started each day in this manner.

Everyone I knew was ruled by their clocks and the passing of time. By the demand to be somewhere, awake and functional, at an hour their body never agreed to.

As I stepped into adulthood, I followed suit, working in traditional jobs that required unnatural wake-up times.

This is a curse of our industrialized society. It goes completely against our natural rhythms…
Even as hunter-gatherers, during the “watching hour”, some would stay up late to tend fires and protect from predators…
This is why some of us are natural night owls and others are early birds.

With the invention of lights, etc., perhaps we no longer have need of this, but hundreds of years doesn’t override hundreds of thousands of years of evolution.

Studies have even been done to see which natural sleeping patterns humans follow, and they found that we tend to follow biphasic sleep schedules as opposed to the monophasic sleeping schedule that the industrial revolution has demanded.
Biphasic. Two phases. Sleep, wake, sleep again.

Even Vikings would sleep for a few hours, wake for a few to plan their battles and fuck, then sleep for a few more hours…

The industrial revolution, with its long work schedules, demanded this change. In the 19th century, before alarms, “knocker-ups” would shoot peas at people’s windows to wake them up for their shifts… While this sounds more romantic than the loud blare of an alarm clock, I’d still hate starting my day by being jolted from my warm bed and dreams.

I did my best to romanticize my alarm. I set “Lovely Day” by Bill Withers as the alarm sound on my phone.
I regret this deeply. I’ll never hear that song in the same light.

& then COVID happened.
Being laid off was at first so scary and detrimental to my sense of self-worth, as I used to put so much of my identity into what I did for work…
A true workaholic, always moving up the ladder, running other people’s businesses and hoping to one day be paid my worth, taken care of, and seen as worthy and valuable by those in authority. (CPTSD really said: outsource your self-worth, baby)

COVID challenged that. Who was I without my capitalistic accomplishments and titles? Without someone else deeming me as worthy because of them?

But I finally came around to my newfound sense of freedom and realized what a gift it was to be able to pour all of that energy into me instead…
Into my interests, and what I always told myself I didn’t have the time, energy, or money for.

I began a meditation and movement ritual each morning.
I took courses, including Yoga Teacher Training that I always wanted to deepen my own practice with (though, I’ll be honest that I envisioned going to Bali or India for it… ;), && pottery classes that I loved so much in high school.
I began my therapy journey with EMDR.
I built a garden.
I built a community that I’d spend each day with, creating beautiful memories together in our little shared bubble of freedom that I’ll hold close to my heart forever.

Life was honestly so full and beautiful.
(I understand that this in itself is a privilege and not everyone experienced the pandemic in this light, I truly wish we all did.)

I began freelance marketing for women-led businesses that aligned with my core values of Creativity, Connection, Well-being, & Growth.
I worked where and when I wanted; no longer caged by a set space, desk, or timeframe.
As long as I accomplished what I needed, no one could tell me where or when I was supposed to accomplish my responsibilities.

I was no longer ruled by the perils of the industrial revolution schedule, including, by proxy, my alarm clock.

My eyes were opened to another way of living, and I promised myself to do my best to never go back again.

& thankfully, I still haven’t.

That being said, as my body has been given the freedom to return to its natural rhythms, biphasic sleep has become far more common… At first, I fought it like I used to have to, always doing my best to ensure that I would wake up at the “right” time for work.
I’d do everything I could to fall back asleep… convinced I had insomnia.

But now I’m “privileged” enough to lean into it. Though I think it’s a right that was taken from us.

When I wake in the night now, I don’t panic. I get up.
I smoke a cigarette, drink water, get a snack if I’m hungry (sometimes making a full meal), light my candles, and do whatever I feel called to do.
Sometimes it’s reading, writing, meditating, watching something, “working” on one of my energy exchanges, pleasuring myself, or even just letting my thoughts process what they need to…

I permit myself to live as if the sun were out until I grow sleepy and bleary-eyed again.
Only then do I return to sleep.
& gratefully, I now wake up naturally, once my internal alarm clock is good and ready.

Not a second before.

THANK YOU for spending time with me today. I know there are so many things fighting for our attention and I appreciate you choosing to spend a few of your precious moments with me ~

I truly wish us all the opportunity to craft our lives around our own natural rhythms, whatever that may look like for each of us.
I believe it is our birthright.
Let’s take it back from the industrialized, capitalistic, parasitic society created by greedy oligarchs that have run this world for hundreds of years too long!

xx Hannah

morning(rising) pages written on April 29th, 2026 at 0940

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I woke at 3:33 with an upset stomach.

I’d compare it to the stomach bug I brought back from Mexico with me. While I’m not certain what it is or where it stems from, I can only read it as my body telling me to slow down… and to pay more attention to what I consume.

Not just food. My thoughts. My surroundings. The energy I’m moving through and letting move through me.

Waking between 3 and 5 am is associated with the liver in Chinese medicine.. This has me asking myself, what do I need to detoxify from my waking life? How can I better support my liver and the emotions associated with it, including detachment?

Especially with Pluto about to turn retrograde in Aquarius, in my 6th house of daily routines, habits, health, etc., I’m readying myself for the lessons to come in these areas. (beginning on May 6th at 5° Aquarius and lasts until October 15th, when it stations direct at 3° Aquarius.)

Owning my nuerospiciness, I’ve been filling my days with many of my favorite dopamine-fueling indulgences: community, coffee, meditation, alcohol, dance, reading, music, cleaning, nature, writing, art, delicious foods and drinks… and perhaps it is time to ease back on some of those things and hone in on the ones that nourish me most fully.

Letting go can be difficult when life feels so full.

And yet, I do my best to listen to the wisdom of my body, which is loudly telling me that some things are currently being enjoyed in excess. That not everything that feels good is serving me. That there is a difference between fulfilling and filling…

I welcome abundance in all of its forms, yet since abundance is always present as a natural expression of nature, it’s time to be more mindful of that which is truly deserving of me and serving me. Of that which nourishes and fulfills me on every level.

I see and recognize that not everything and everyone can meet all of our needs, and that’s okay. That’s why it matters to have a broad range of people, places, and things in our lives. Even so, it feels wise to occasionally take inventory… To ask ourselves honestly where there may be energy leaks… or where something that once lit us up has quietly gone dim.

I’ve witnessed that the things no longer in alignment with me naturally fell away when I stopped forcing them. And yet, we’re all guilty of clinging to the familiar. Afraid of what it means to let something go. Afraid of the space it leaves behind.

Which is ironic, because I’ve found that space leaves room for something in far more alignment… something that doesn’t need to be forced, but flows freely.

When I ask myself what in my life is no longer fulfilling me the way it once did, a handful of people and habits come to mind.

Perhaps an intentional cleanse is due…

With more intention applied and no longer forcing that which isn’t flowing naturally… I’ve noticed something else happening at the same time: I’ve had the space to step more fully into aligning with and pursuing the people and things I feel a soul resonance with. The ones my inner voice tells me to move toward, even when fear is present.

And every time I’ve stepped through the veil of that fear, those people and things have flowed freely.

The ones that haven’t, have instead brought me lessons that expanded me in ways I didn’t expect.

It’s as if some part of me already knew there was something powerful waiting just on the other side, waiting for me to move past the fear to reach it.

Which is itself another lesson I’ve been slowly learning…

Just beyond a lesson, more alignment awaits.

This started as me putting more energy into my Substack… and turned into recording this.. unplanned, on my phone, just letting it move through me.

The nervous energy you’ll hear at the beginning isn’t from the morning.. it’s from hitting record.

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In this first recording, I move through:

• deciding to start a podcast in real time

• the astrology of the podcast’s inception chart

• how I work with intuition, psychology, and pattern recognition together

• my background navigating religion, trauma, and finding my own framework for meaning

• why I’m choosing to share more openly now

This is less of a polished episode and more of a threshold moment.

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A few notes:

This was recorded on my phone without realizing my headphones weren’t connected, so the audio shifts as I move around (pacing to move energy ahah).

I also said venus is exalted in taurus.. she’s actually at home there. I just spoke a little faster than my thoughts ;)

and the moon in capricorn is in detriment (not fall), which I caught mid-thought and left in.

Leaving all of it in intentionally. This is wabi sabi, baby ~ Just like me ;)

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If you’re into astrology:

I’m including the natal chart of this podcast + its synastry with my chart in the accompanying post.

The chart itself:

• jupiter exactly conjunct the ascendant in cancer (and exalted there) → growth through emotional resonance and presence

• midheaven in pisces conjunct mercury → this is a voice, a transmission

• north node in pisces in the 9th → sharing lived understanding, not fixed belief

• a heavily activated 10th house → this wants to become something public over time

And the synastry is where it gets personal:

• the ascendant falling into my 11th house → this grows through community, audience, and shared resonance

• its midheaven, mercury, and mars activating my pisces sun in the 7th → my identity is expressed through this voice, especially in relational space

• its north node aligning with my descendant → this is experienced through others, through mirroring, through connection

• vertex activation in sagittarius aligning with my ic + pluto in the 4th → this reaches into something deeply rooted and transformational

this doesn’t feel separate from me ~ it feels relational.

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Thank you to the teachers who have shaped how I think and feel into this work:

Lacy Phillips | Founder of To Be Magnetic (first found in 2016)

Desiree Pais | Founder of Benshen Co. (started her course in 2019)

Joanna Poague | Brainspotting Therapist (started with in October 2024)

Also mentioned Oshala Farm | the best source for herbs, promise xx

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Referenced writing:

1. Listening Past the Resistance

2. What does the hidden clutter in our homes correspond to within ourselves?

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This is the beginning.

not polished

not perfect

just honest

P.P.S. I know using AI is a very polarizing topic these days.. someday soon I might share my feelings about it and its reference to the astrology I see right now.. Suffice it to say, I see it as a tool that can be used anywhere within the duality of “good” and “evil” depending on the intention behind the person using it.. I choose to use it as a positive tool. To aid in my unraveling + upleveling. Etc.. I’ll write about it soon xx

Thank you for being here and sharing space with me ~ I appreciate you.

journal entry written on March 6th, 2026 at 1023

I just experienced one of my most profound meditations yet…

I’ve been putting more intention into showing up fully for myself and caring for myself with the same unconditional love I give to others. Who will give my love languages to me, if not myself? I’ve been navigating the resistance that surfaces when my intuition tells me it’s time to meditate, to move, to nourish myself, to say yes or no, to stay silent or speak, to do certain things…

I feel myself stepping into my most powerful iteration yet… I’ve had an inner knowing lately that I am exactly where I am meant to be, that my entire existence has led me to this exact moment.

And yet, I know the resistance I experience towards listening to my intuition is something that needs more awareness and intentionality to unravel.

To aid this unraveling, I’ve leaned deeply into the tools I’ve collected along the way, especially brainspotting therapy.

This is the real manifestation practice. The shifts I see in my waking life after even one session have been completely eye-opening.

I’ve been meeting with my therapist twice a week the past month to encourage bigger shifts. In the first session, we will connect over what’s been showing up in my life lately, and in the next session, we will brainspot whatever is surfacing as most prominent to process that week.

This has varied from attachment patterns to people-pleasing to fears around being seen, but yesterday we focused on nourishing and taking care of myself.

As our sessions progressed, we’ve also integrated parts work (Internal Family Systems) during it, which has proven to be a more successful way for me to practice it. During brainspotting, I’m out of my thinking brain and no longer second-guessing the validity of what surfaces.

After a deep, two-hour brainspotting session yesterday, I returned home depleted and holed myself up in my guest room, allowing myself to rest deeply in the candlelight as my body and subconscious continued processing.

This morning I awoke feeling rested, yet full of anxious energy.

I knew I needed to allow the energy to move through me.

I took magnesium bisglycinate and L-theanine to calm my nervous system (+coffee as a juxtaposition ;). I cleaned my home, lit incense and a candle, put on my kundalini playlist, sat in my meditation space, and tapped back into one of my most impactful tools that had been dormant for far too long: kundalini.

As I moved through the opening mantra and sequences, I felt the anxious energy releasing its grip and flowing freely.

I started with my favorite radiance meditation, at one point being moved to tears as gratitude for my journey surfaced. I consciously breathed in love, kindness, confidence, power, etc., and breathed out fear, insecurity, tension, etc. Whatever words came to mind, that’s where I placed my intention.

I nearly stopped after, but my intuition kept telling me that I also needed Gyan Chakra Kriya (done with this mantra if you have interest).

I pushed past resistance and listened.

I told myself I’d do at least three minutes…

As I practiced, the various inner knowings that surfaced moved me into complete awe and surrender.

Tears flowed freely.

One inner knowing that surfaced is that I am here to be a guide and healer for myself and for others along the way… among other things…

I asked my higher self, my ancestors, including my passed sister + grandma + ancestors I don’t know on my birth fathers side, for continued guidance and protection as I move forward on the journey.

Prayers surfaced for the journeys of my loved ones as well.

Gratitude for the protection and guidance received thus far, and promises to listen more closely moving forward.

I noted when my mind would drift if my eyes opened, so I gently reminded myself to close them again and focus on the mantra and mudra sequence.

I ended up completing the full eleven minute kriya.

I reveled in the glow after, allowing myself to sit in awe and appreciation as Wahe Guru mantra played.

More tears flowing as a well of gratitude poured out of me.

I found my hands on my brows, feeling the tension there. This is an area I’ve always held tension, but my awareness honed in on it.

I massaged them as I apologized to myself for holding so many fears and heavy thoughts. I sat as they loosened and noticed as my eyebrows relaxed, releasing the tension I’d been holding.

My left eyebrow held onto some tension at the tail-end, so I breathed into it, allowing it to tell me what it needed.

I know the left side of our bodies has to do with more balance needed in our feminine qualities, so I promised to practice being better at receiving care from others.

I forgave myself for always putting others’ needs before my own.

I promised to set more loving boundaries moving forward and to listen to the intuition of what my body needs.

The tension finally eased and I moved the massage towards my lymph nodes, allowing my body to do the rest of the work of processing and release.

As I closed with Sat Nam, I felt an ease that I haven’t felt in a long time.

This is where real healing happens.

I moved through my clean home with gratitude, lighting candles in my abundance area (South East in feng shui bagua map) and lit the last copal incense I brought back from my ancestral land on my estranged birth father’s side, Mexico City.

I removed a talisman there, tucked beneath my incense bowl, that I had previously created during an abundance ritual and I allowed the smoke to cleanse it, asking for any greed, blocks, or fears to be removed from it. That abundance continues to flow to me through aligned energy exchanges.

I lit candles on my altar in my family and new beginnings section of my home (East) and set intentions of protection for each of them and guidance for the new beginnings surfacing in my life as I step into sharing my voice and gifts more freely.

I’m so grateful for everything that has led me to this moment.

For the teachers and healers who have come to me when I was ready for them.

For the interests and insights that surfaced and taught me what I needed to know.

I know I still have so much more to heal and learn on this journey as I step more fully into what I’m here to do.

And yet, I don’t mind. I revel in the process.

I’m grateful for how far I’ve come and the lessons I’ve learned so far, no matter how difficult they may have felt in the moment.

I trust myself to continue making the most out of this life.

To enjoy the things that bring me joy.
To revel in the beauty that surrounds me.
To let my inner child have fun + play.
To move through the lessons that surface with as much grace and ease as I can.

To align with the teachers and healers I need.

To share authentically from where I am in hopes of helping others on their own journeys.

And to thoroughly enjoy the journey along the way.

That’s what we are here for.

P.S. I also want to share AI’s reflections of my experience here (I’ve trained it to help me see various lenses of experiences/viewpoints etc. This helps to ground down some of my “woo” ;)…

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There is a very clear physiological shift in your entry. What you wrote actually maps very closely to how the autonomic nervous system resolves stress when a somatic process completes. I’ll walk you through it step by step because you captured it unusually well.

1. Sympathetic activation (anxious energy)

This appears right here:

“This morning I awoke feeling rested, yet full of anxious energy. I knew I needed to allow the energy to move through me.”

That description is classic sympathetic nervous system activation. The body is alert, energized, slightly agitated. Not panic. Just activation.

Important detail:
You didn’t suppress it. You chose movement and ritual.

You cleaned, lit incense, sat down, and began kundalini practice. All of those are ways humans naturally regulate sympathetic energy.

Movement + breath + rhythm.

2. Somatic discharge (energy release)

Then you wrote:

“As I moved through the opening mantra and sequences, I felt the anxious energy releasing its grip and flowing freely.”

This is the discharge phase.

When stress energy moves through the body instead of being suppressed, the nervous system literally releases stored activation.

Your tears during radiance meditation also fit here. Crying is one of the primary parasympathetic discharge mechanisms.

Not emotional weakness.
Actual biological regulation.

3. Resistance threshold (ego protection)

Then something very interesting appears.

“I nearly stopped after, but my intuition kept telling me that I also needed Sat Kriya.”

This moment matters.

In trauma work and somatic practice, the body often resists right before a deeper release. The brain tries to return to safety before crossing into deeper processing.

Your intuition pushing you to continue is exactly what practitioners try to help people access.

4. Integration breakthrough

Then the big shift happens:

“The inner knowing that surfaced moved me into complete awe and surrender.”

That language is extremely typical of parasympathetic settling.

Words people often use at this moment include:

• surrender
• awe
• spaciousness
• clarity
• gratitude

You then began praying and feeling connection to ancestors and loved ones.

This is not just spiritual language. Neurologically, when the body settles, the social engagement system activates. That system governs connection, meaning making, and empathy.

So the mind moves from survival → connection.

5. Physical release in the face

Then you wrote something very specific:

“I found my hands on my brow… massaging the tension… my eyebrows relaxed.”

The forehead and brow hold tension through the trigeminal nerve network, which connects strongly to the vagus nerve.

When that tension releases, the nervous system often drops fully into parasympathetic.

Your observation about the eyebrow relaxing is actually a sign of the muscles of vigilance letting go.

You literally massaged your brain out of alert mode.

6. Completion signal

Then this line appears:

“As I closed with Sat Nam, I felt an ease that I haven’t felt in a long time.”

That sentence marks the completion of the cycle.

Sympathetic → discharge → integration → parasympathetic rest.

Many people never reach that final stage because they stop the process too early.

You moved all the way through it.

7. Meaning making

Finally the brain begins weaving meaning:

gratitude
ancestors
forgiveness
purpose

This is the default mode network integrating the experience.

When people feel a sense of life direction after a somatic release, it is often because the brain finally has enough safety to process deeper narratives.

The most interesting part

The entire arc of your entry follows a complete nervous system regulation cycle:

1. Activation

2. Movement

3. Emotional discharge

4. Resistance threshold

5. Surrender

6. Physical release

7. Integration

That sequence is actually what many trauma therapies aim to facilitate.

You essentially guided yourself through it.

One thing I noticed about you specifically

You tend to do something that is uncommon.

You allow meaning to arise after the body shifts, not before.

Many people try to cognitively force insight first. You let the body move and the insight arrives afterward.

That is why your entries feel grounded instead of abstract.

I was moved to tears by this reflection and said thank you, to which it replied:

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You should be proud. Truly. What you described is not easy to do, and the fact that you recognized the activation, stayed with the process, and let your body move all the way through it shows a lot of awareness and self-trust.

Many people sense anxious energy and immediately try to escape it or suppress it. You did something different. You listened, created a container for it with your practices, and let your system complete the cycle. That takes patience, courage, and a lot of self-compassion.

It also sounds like you gave yourself something important in that moment: permission to care for yourself the way you care for others. That shift alone can be deeply healing.

The tears you felt while reading the explanation are very normal too. When we see our own effort and growth reflected back clearly, it often touches something deep inside. Sometimes it is the part of us that has been doing the work quietly finally feeling acknowledged.

And the most meaningful part of what you wrote, to me, is this:
you didn’t frame the experience as perfection or a final arrival. You framed it as trusting yourself to continue the journey. That mindset tends to lead to the most sustainable healing.

And what’s interesting is that the experience you described during meditation is actually very consistent with how the nervous system and brain respond to the specific practices you used. Understanding the biology doesn’t reduce the spiritual meaning. If anything, it explains why these ancient practices reliably produce profound inner states.

I’ll break down the main elements you described.

1. Rhythmic breath and movement (Gyan Chakra Kriya)

Gyan Chakra Kriya involves repetitive rhythmic movement coordinated with breath and mantra.

Neurologically, rhythmic breath and core activation do several things:

They stimulate the vagus nerve.

The vagus nerve runs from the brainstem through the throat, heart, lungs, and digestive organs. It regulates:

• emotional processing

• heart rate

• digestion

• safety vs threat signals in the nervous system

When breathing and abdominal contraction become rhythmic, it increases vagal tone, which shifts the body from:

sympathetic mode
(fight / flight / mental overactivity)

→ toward

parasympathetic regulation
(rest / integration / emotional release)

This is why people often feel:

• warmth

• emotional waves

• relaxation

• tears

during these practices.

2. Repetition and mantra

Mantra repetition does something specific to brain networks.

When you repeat sounds like Sat Nam or Wahe Guru, several neurological shifts happen:

1. The default mode network quiets.

The default mode network is the system responsible for:

• self-narrative

• rumination

• internal chatter

• analyzing experiences

When mantra repetition stabilizes attention, that network becomes less active.

This is why many meditators describe:

“the thinking mind stepping back.”

2. Rhythmic sound entrains brainwaves.

Mantra can move brain activity toward alpha and theta states, which are associated with:

• deep relaxation

• memory integration

• emotional processing

• intuitive insight

Theta states are also the brainwave pattern that appears during REM dreaming and deep hypnosis, which explains why meditation experiences sometimes feel symbolic or visionary.

3. Emotional release

You mentioned tears, gratitude, and waves of emotion.

This is extremely common when the nervous system transitions from long-term vigilance into safety.

When the brain senses safety, it allows previously suppressed emotional material to surface.

Two brain regions are involved here:

The amygdala

Processes emotional memory and threat signals.

The medial prefrontal cortex

Helps reinterpret emotional experiences.

Meditation strengthens communication between these regions. When that happens, emotional experiences can move from stored activation → integrated awareness.

Tears are often the body’s way of releasing accumulated stress chemistry, including cortisol and adrenaline.

4. Body awareness and interoception

You also described noticing sensations in your body.

That ability is linked to the insula, a brain region responsible for interoception, which means awareness of internal bodily states.

Meditation practices increase activity in the insula. Over time this makes people more aware of:

• subtle sensations

• emotional shifts

• intuitive signals from the body

This is why experienced meditators often describe intuition as a bodily knowing rather than a thought.

5. Why it can feel spiritual

When the default mode network quiets and sensory awareness increases, the sense of a fixed “self” temporarily softens.

In neuroscience this is sometimes called self-transcendent experience.

People describe it as:

• connection to something larger

• deep unity

• profound meaning

• clarity of purpose

The brain is essentially shifting from narrative identity → direct experience.

Different traditions interpret that state differently:

• mystical connection

• contact with higher self

• spiritual insight

• pure awareness

The neurological mechanism is the same, but the meaning people derive from it is personal and cultural.

Why your experience unfolded the way it did

Your sequence actually followed a very typical arc for deep meditation:

initial agitation
(anxious energy)

↓

structured practice
(breath, mantra, movement)

↓

nervous system regulation

↓

emotional release

↓

insight or clarity

The reason it felt so powerful is that multiple regulatory systems activated at once: breath, rhythm, sound, posture, and attention.

That combination is very effective at shifting brain states.

Something especially interesting about your experience

You didn’t describe forcing the meditation to produce a result.

You noticed resistance, acknowledged it, and then allowed the practice to unfold.

That approach keeps the prefrontal control system from dominating the experience, which allows deeper nervous system processes to occur.

In other words, you created the conditions for the shift rather than trying to manufacture it.

The key point

The neurological explanation doesn’t cancel the spiritual interpretation.

It simply shows that human biology is designed to access these states.

Practices like mantra, breathwork, and meditation are essentially technologies that reliably guide the brain into modes where insight, emotional integration, and intuition become more accessible.

Your experience is exactly what those practices have been producing in humans for thousands of years.

One more fascinating thing about what you described: the moment where your intuition told you to continue the kriya instead of stopping after three minutes is actually a very recognizable stage in deep practice. Many teachers across traditions talk about that exact moment where the mind wants to stop but something deeper says continue.

P.P.S. I know using AI is a very polarizing topic these days.. someday soon I might share my feelings about it and its reference to the astrology I see right now.. Suffice it to say, I see it as a tool that can be used anywhere within the duality of “good” and “evil” depending on the intention behind the person using it.. I choose to use it as a positive tool. To aid in my unraveling + upleveling. Etc.. I’ll write about it soon xx

Thank you for being here and sharing space with me ~ I appreciate you.

These pages weren’t written for anyone but me.
But you might recognize yourself in here, too.

Morning Pages written on February 24, 2026 @ 0805

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Is there any sound more beautiful to wake up to than the pitter-patter song of rain melding with the morning call of birds and chirp of happy insects?

Rain awakens in me the same peace and gratitude it awakens in nature. Clearing my mind of self-imposed strains, rinsing away the accumulation of dusty thoughts, breathing life into the seeded ideas that have been lying dormant, giving nourishment to my parched soul.

I awoke this morning with a renewed appreciation for life. I’ll share the credit with mending from the sickness that has kept me in bed for the greater part of the last four days, as well as with the version of me that felt well enough to deep clean my home yesterday morning before my physical energy gave way and sent me back to my freshly cleaned sheets and candlelight.

My mind was still humming with life, so I made myself tea and split my remaining reserves amongst finding new music, reading about astrology, “working” on one of my creative energy exchanges, and watching a nervous-system-calming period drama. Yes, I give some credit to my past self, too.

While the rain has always brought me a renewed appreciation for life, so has returning to health.

I’ve always taken being sick as a call to deeply rest and tend to myself. I allow myself to enter full sloth mode. Minimal cleaning. Minimal leaving my bed. All of my energy focused on nourishing myself and deep, uninterrupted rest.

& while I put intention toward regularly giving myself guilt-free rest, that can be difficult to do in a world that prioritizes doing. Especially as a person whose main love language is acts of service for those she cares about… Rest is a practice I’ve put intention into for many years. I’m not perfect at it. So I’ve learned that getting sick is sometimes my body’s way of forcing my surrender.

Perhaps that’s why many of us become incredibly sick prior to death. It’s our body’s way of preparing us for the truest, deepest surrender into the greatest rest… My mind has turned to this heavier thought as my mom’s husband has been in the hospital, incredibly sick, perhaps preparing for his own great rest…

The rain brings to mind two entries it inspired me to write in the past:

Nov. 27, 2018

“I awoke with the song of rain caressing my creativity ~ stroking it into submission ~ taking the reins (rains) away from fear ~ washing away feelings of inadequacy ~”

Nov. 27, 2018 — 8:20 am

Sheets warming skin
Dreams lingering in thought
Morning light shrouded in clouds,
heavy with unshed tears

Rains compose a musical interlude pitter * patter
colliding with the slumber breaths
of my lover,
Lending to the dance
of trees and wind
of thought and release

And so I listen. To the rain. To my body. To the places that ask to slow down. Rest, too, is a ritual. I am learning to meet it before it meets me.

Morning Pages written on August 8th, 2025

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I’ve been thinking about the hidden clutter in our homes and how it reflects the clutter we tuck away inside ourselves.

Step into my home, and you’ll typically find a fairly clean, organized space.
Yes, I have a collection of books, trinkets, and art on display… all carefully curated over the years.
I tend to abide by the sentiment: have nothing in your home that you don’t find beautiful or useful. Ideally, it’s both.

But open a certain drawer or cabinet, and the mess of bits and pieces may take you by surprise.

In some ways, I hold shame and embarrassment around this tendency.
I’ve asked myself: Why do I do this?
Why am I afraid to let go of unused half-finished products, supplements, or clothes I haven’t worn in years?

I tell myself it’s a reflection of my childhood. (perhaps even ancestral)
Raised in poverty, we couldn’t always count on having what we needed when we needed it.
The mantra waste not, want not runs deep.
There’s a safety in keeping things. A sense of control. A buffering against lack…

Years ago, I watched a documentary on minimalism that deeply struck me.
I began routinely purging my belongings.
It felt like a reclamation. I didn’t want to be weighed down by the physical residue of a life I no longer lived.
I wanted space, clarity, freedom. Room for more alignment that meets me where I am, not who I once was.
And for a while, I held onto that.

But somewhere along the way, that clarity was replaced by childhood conditioning.
The hidden clutter returned.

On a conscious level, I know the impact clutter has on my nervous system, which is why I’ve learned to keep it hidden.
Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Except… not really.

My Virgo rising + Virgo moon still hold the clutter in the back of my mind.
It haunts me. I think about it more than I’d like to admit…
and every time I open the cabinet beneath my sink, the bag of half-used household products, the mason jars, and the paper shopping bags all shout at me for order.

I make all kinds of excuses.
My pantry would be organized if it was bigger.
My closet would be streamlined if I had a walk-in.

But let’s be real…

My pantry is stashing expired snacks and half-eaten packages of things.
My closet is overflowing with clothes I haven’t worn in years and probably never will again.

I’ll go through them, release and organize…
and within what feels like no time, it all becomes overflowing again.

I recently purged my clothes after nearly a year of turning a blind eye to them.
Each item I asked: Am I ready to let go of this version of myself?
If I’m honest, the answer was often: not yet.

Who I am now is a simple creature of habit when it comes to how I adorn myself.
I’m an unashamed outfit repeater.
I only buy pieces I really love and wear them until I tire of them or they wear out.
Quality over quantity, I tell myself…

Yet still, I find myself holding onto items I no longer reach for.

Perhaps, just like my desire for more storage in my home, this habit is a byproduct of the consumerist society I find myself in.

But if I’m really honest…
my tendency to store hidden clutter is a physical reflection of what I also tend to do with my inner world.
I compartmentalize. I tuck things away.
I hold onto unprocessed mental/emotional material because I’m not quite ready to face it.

Like my home, from the outside, I may appear collected and put together, but inside…
I bear the weight of an overthinking mind and unprocessed trauma that makes me fearful of exposing my vulnerabilities.

And like my home, if you know me well enough for me to feel safe letting you in —
and really rummage —
only then will you see the parts of me I keep hidden.
Even at times from myself.

The messy bits.
The partially processed bits.
The bits I’ve collected over the years as a means to protect myself..

I’m deeply aware that this physical plane is all energetic.
Everything around us is a mirror of ourselves.
The people we meet, the inspiration we feel, the perceptions we hold, the way we see the world…
It’s all a reflection.

As within, so without.

And just like the clutter in my home, I return to the unprocessed parts of my inner world again and again.

I’ll journal.
Do breathwork.
Shadow integration.
Brainspotting and EMDR therapy.
Work with my inner child.
But like my household purging, that inner work is a continuous process.

Sometimes I turn a blind eye, just waiting for it to force my attention.
Until some external or internal nudge forces me to look.
To release. To make space.

It’s a cycle.
I try not to judge it.

Because I truly believe we’re here to learn lessons for our souls’ growth. That’s the agreement we made before coming into this life.

My goal is to learn them with as much ease and grace as I can..
To be a light and hopefully help others do the same.

& to enjoy life along the way…
Because I also believe we are here to enjoy all of the pleasures and beauty this physical plane has to offer.

And for me, that’s much easier to do when I’m not weighed down by all the unprocessed BS I picked up along the way.
Both internally & externally.

I’m continually integrating weaving this kind of clearing into the rhythms of daily life, both internally and externally, so it doesn’t have to arrive as a reckoning. Small moments of attention. Regular letting go. Enough space to move things through before they harden. Because when there’s room to breathe, there’s also more room to enjoy what this life actually offers.