Tag: wisdoms

Healing Crew

To Those Who Already Remember —

The Time Has Come

You knew this was coming.

You didn’t need a calendar or a prophecy.

You felt it in your bones.

In the dreams you couldn’t explain.

In the moments of grief that shattered you just enough to let the Light in.

You’ve walked through it.

The Awakening. The Remembering.

The Sacred Undoing.

You followed your own breadcrumbs

back to yourself.

Through feathers.

Through tears.

Through fire.

Through music.

Through silence.

And now… you’re being activated again.

Not to wake up—

but to step up.

The wave is rising. The Remembering

has begun.

And those who are just now stirring will be looking for you.

They’ll be drawn to the part of you

that once forgot.

To the wounds you’ve alchemized.

To the art you birthed from pain.

To the symbols you carry

that mirror their own.

This is how they’ll find you.

So this is your invitation,

your remembrance:

• Recall your own Awakening.

Not just the Light—but the unraveling.

• Remember what saved you. What spoke to you. What cracked you open.

• Look for those echoes now… in others.

Because that’s how they will find you.

You are not here to rescue.

You are here to recognize.

To remind.

To witness.

To stand in your frequency so fully

that others feel their own.

This is not a time to shrink.

Not a time to wait for permission.

It is time to prepare.

• Anchor in your practices.

• Clean your inner house.

• Rest if you’re tired , because soon…

you will be called.

You are not alone.

You are part of a great remembering.

And though your tools are different—

your medicine is needed.

You are the Healing Crew.

The ones who remember the map because you became it.

So rise. Glow. Sing. Be seen.

And when the wave touches the shore,

you’ll be there—

not as a savior,

but as a mirror.

And someone will look at you and say:

“You. It was you. I’ve been looking for you.”.

~ Kara Anaya ❤️

Chaotic

Things are chaotic at the moment , and I do not know about you , but I have been experiencing this for the past few weeks , but it has really escalated since the Eclipse.

As much as one tries to keep some semblance of order , it simply does not work anymore. More earth changes are pouring in.

I am realizing that to try and control the process and energies now , is impossible and it is best to just surrender to the flow. To be like water , liquid , and allow it to find a way around , over , under and through.

Yet, at the time same time , I am having such deep mystical , cosmic and other insights , revelations , etc. like never before.

What this essentially means, is that as we move into the next three years of utter chaos , revelations , disclosures , so much of the old exposed , simultaneously , the new is being born.

Do not let the tidings of what is now happening, disturb you. Rather allow yourself to be in the flow of the cosmic waters and life and winds of change and allow yourself to be transfigured, way beyond anything you can even imagine right now.

All is exactly as it is meant to be.

All is well.

Nothing is missing.

All is perfectly on track and in perfect Divine timing.

Remember to breathe deeply, and to leave golden footprints wherever you go, and plant those precious seeds for the Golden Age so that they sprout into form and being, and do so with love, through love and with pure intent.

Judith Kusel

http://www.judithkusel.com

Photo: All credit to the Source.

Watching your child love your abuser

There’s a pain not many people talk about—

Watching your child light up for someone who once dimmed your entire soul.

They laugh with them.

Hug them.

Draw pictures for them.

And you smile. You nod. You support the relationship because you know—deep down—your child deserves love from both parents.

But inside?

It hurts.

Because you remember the manipulation.

The gaslighting.

The tears you cried behind closed doors.

The way you used to shrink yourself to survive in a love that was never safe.

And now that person—

The one who tore you apart in quiet, calculated ways—

gets to be the “fun parent,”

the highlight reel,

the weekend hero.

You don’t want to poison your child’s view.

You don’t want to project your pain.

So you carry it.

Quietly.

Gracefully.

Alone.

And still—you show up.

You show up to parent-teacher conferences, to exchanges, to birthdays, to moments that require more emotional strength than anyone sees.

Because you know love isn’t proven by being loud.

It’s proven by staying steady.

And even when it breaks your heart,

you choose your child’s peace over your own pride.

But that doesn’t mean it’s easy.

It means you’re doing something most people couldn’t.

You are healing in real time—

While sitting across from the person who once broke you,

And choosing, every single day, to not let that brokenness touch your child.

And that, mama, is power.