A little over 2 months ago I did the scary thing. I packed up my life into about 4 totes, took my cat and moved out of Idaho.

Idaho was killing me, killing my soul. Those close to me could see my sparkle was fading.

I lived in Idaho for 21 years, after being forced to move there when I was 16.

I hated it, it is a desert with no moss. To me it held very little life.

In those years of living in Idaho, I had found my own ways to love it. I gained many exciting communities, found versions of myself, and tried a variety of different job and careers. 

Yet, nothing seemed to stick. It all would fall away.

There’s been a Revolution of Light bubbling for many years, it’s been prophesized in many cultures. We are currently standing in that time. A time when the Light must balance out the Dark. Many within the Light Community have been called to pass long messages from the Light, myself included. I was asked to share this message, to deepen the alignment of my Light Work. This is my story, and it’s still unfolding.

I was only given so many pages, they weren’t in order, and the only instruction was to follow the call.

For most of my life, I’d heard an echo of a prophecy. One that I’ve never fully understood, one that I have rejected, and attempted to redirect onto others. Now, standing in this place, in this time, with all that I’m awakened to, I still don’t understand what I’m to do with it, but I can no longer deny

Who am I, I’m a healer, I am the storm.

All my life I’ve been fighting to be who I’m supposed to be, while fighting against who I’m supposed to be. It’s been a rough healing journey to stand vulnerable offering the Wisdom that I’ve learned along this path and the Wisdom that is passed to me through my ancestors and guides. Why is it so scary to pass along this information?