The Release

release woman

A few months ago I met a woman in a store in Downtown Asheville. She walked passed me and I gasped at her angelic beauty. I introduced myself and we began a sweet friendship that has evolved into a magical connection.

She’s a healer. A massage therapist and Reiki practitioner (among other things).  I saw on Facebook that she was sharing a special Heart Chakra Therapy/Massage for the month of February. I made an appointment with her for last Tuesday.

Kelie is fabulous. Her energy is soothing and loving. I can always use a little healing and energy to the heart department. But, what I didn’t expect was the intense opening after I left her place. I expected a little relaxation, perhaps a few tears, but never the deep conscious awareness of a massive shift.

Tenderness and intuition are a marriage of astronomical proportions. I give a lot of me to others. I am well aware of how I spend my days sending love. I also keep a lot to myself, especially old wounds. I think I release them but when I get a healing treatment like this it comes up and I am well aware that our cellular memories run profound.

They get stuck and create new spaces in our physical bodies. The emotional body gets jacked up. The spiritual body feels stumped. The misalignment is sometimes subtle but sometimes it manifests in severe diseases and ailments.

I spent Tuesday night sobbing, curled up in fetal position throughout the night. I was visited by guidance. I cut energetic cords of things that no longer serve me. There were moments of lucid dreaming, returning to the past, unraveling conversations that have created themselves into unnecessary experiences.

What was I creating with these stories through lack of self-worth?

I am always fascinated by how touch heals us. A massage, a few crystal stones, aromatherapy and tenderness can catapult a release that has been stored away in a small Pandora’s box. The moment it opens up it sure feels like all hell breaks loose.

We are always one decision away from healing and releasing. I know I must process things first. I tend to hold on to things and forget that I have them there. Every so often they sneak out with a song, a conversation, and the memory transports me back to the past. Then I rethink, re-shift, and readjust my sails. What I forget to do is truly release and let go of them completely.

I get help. I go to someone else who isn’t part of my stories. I’m amazed how the Universe aligns those sweet healers in my path. And then…bang…it happens and I am recreated into a beautiful newness of trust and light.

This is also the work I am creating with clients. Story tending and sharing helps grab those old experiences in order to release. We create magic together. I love being the student witnessing the journey.

It’s truly sacred and full of love. For everyone involved.

I love you!

I urge you to check out Kelie’s website: https://www.rubyrosesanctuary.net/

 

 

 

Your Inner Child

These showed up again in FB a few days ago as TBT. That little girl had such an innocent view of the world. She believed in the moments when love held her hand. She believed she would have many children. At that age I said I would have 10 kids. I drove my mother crazy when I saw a baby in a store. She believed in happy endings. She believed that she could shift a person’s mood by just holding their hand. I look at these pictures and feel my way back there. They were only a year apart. But that one year left me empty. My father left the day before Christmas and never came back. He went to get cigs and disappeared. The little girl with short hair was the cause of chopping my pretty hair off because he loved it so much. I cut it off myself and then had to get it fixed.

It took a long while to return to the heart of the little girl with the long hair.

Your inner child is always there. He or she sits waiting to be acknowledged. Make sure you take time to play. Forgive the past for not being able to know what you know now. Also forgive all those who hurt you.

Return to love. Return to who you were before the world turned you into someone else. You deserve love and peace…then and now.

Happy New Beginnings

I’ve sat and lounged more than enough this last holiday. It was yummy to be among family. It was by far one of the easiest and loving holidays ever.

What changed?

Me.

I allowed for it to come and go while being present. Even with severe allergies I allowed for the moments to come and go. I let go of the sorrow that comes with those days of celebration. I became aware of where the grief revisited and I addressed it like never before.

It felt like sacredness and a preview of what’s coming this new year. It feels like how I will allow the new beginnings.

The need to push isn’t here. The desire to create always is. But, I create and manifest by feeling through the desires without control. Just knowing I’m always aligning to my highest calling. This is a powerful acceptance!

That was the biggest lesson in 2018.

I am so happy to enter a new year with deeper awareness than last one. I’m in no rush to see what’s coming. For now I am chillaxing and allowing the universal forces to drive.

Wishing you a magical new everything. Be in it without pushing anything. And, darling, put the love for you first and foremost. Once you do everything and everyone around you starts to feel that vibration.

I love you. You. You. You.

Shaken Up

We are being shaken up to wake in truth. The shift is happening in a large scale. We are women, mothers, sisters, daughters and friends. We are the divine feminine rising in masses. Stay in love and do not allow fear to consume you. This is happening on a massive collective soul level. Together we can heal and help the world heal. When one voice is heard it echoes across the world. So imagine what millions of beautiful voices speaking their truth can do to release old wounds? Regardless of these outcomes we can continue to show the world that truth prevails. And more than anything the light we continue to carry towards one another transcends this moment. We are making history every single second. This is one of the most powerful times ever. And we are witnessing our strength in numbers. I am healing my own traumas and deep treacherous memories. So thank you. Thank you to all the women (and men) for opening up and sharing their own stories of horrific assaults and events. I stand in awed of the magic we are creating. I love you.

Be Brave


We tell others to be brave as if it was a choice. But, bravery is a commitment between your spirit and the heart to keep going. It’s a relationship that requires acceptance while releasing any sense of victimization or blame. 

So, next time you whisper to someone, “You are brave! I love your courage! I admire your strength.” Feel it in the core of your own existence. Courage comes from falling while not allowing yourself to permanently stay there. 

This life requires you to be courageous and vulnerable and compassionate. It requires you to clean the nastiness when you fall and get hurt while still move through love. Yes…love unconditionally especially yourself. Be brave and be daring. That’s where the magic is created.

Today

holding love

Today
I woke to loving me.
I found me aching to unknown feelings.
My chest felt tight.
I had a difficult time breathing.
And my inner voice whispered kindly,
“It’s time. Love yourself for once.
This is not about anyone else.”

I relaxed. I let go. I released.
In the process I felt the light
beaming from the heavens
activating the cells in my body
to care and love and give to me.

We are here for love.
Yes..to love others.
Yes…to learn from the world.
But…mostly to return to Source
through our own acceptance and awareness

that we are the love we are constantly chasing in others.

Today…
I love me.
Tomorrow…
I will continue this love
for as long as my soul has existence.

We need to move into light…

moving-light

It is such a privilege to share on social media. I have met amazing folks, like-minded-spiritual individuals, who have raised me to all sorts of goodies in optimism. I continue to have a love-hate relationship with Facebook due to the constant flow of negativity. I am not on Instagram or other forms of media. I have had people enter my life through my blog and The Master Shift site while making this journey a more delicious one. I am blessed beyond words for these people who have shared their lives and continue to inspire me. I thank you for that. But, apparently I am not a good judge of character. I see the world with rainbow-colored lenses. I give everyone a chance and the benefit of the doubt. I welcome the world with open arms as if saying, “Here, sit down, let’s become friends…let’s just fall in love with one another! I want to hear all about you right now in this moment.” I have added people in my friends’ list that should not be there: negative, gossipy, sexual predators and other low-energy individuals. I have deleted some folks because my frequency is definitely not aligning with theirs and vice versa.

Last year at this time I went through a huge awareness of who I wanted in my life. It was the first time in all the years that I was on social media that Spirit nudged with an urgency to clean up the list (to clean up all that does not have my best intentions at heart). It was hard to delete. There were some important characters who had taught me about my value (and the lack of). It was crucial to set folks lose. If I’ve done it in my personal life with loved ones, while setting healthy boundaries, then I also had to do it on social media.

This is the heartache of putting ourselves out there, sharing with all. This is the paradox of writing from the heart and wanting to keep it all inside. Vulnerability can be the rawest form of shame and disrespect if it’s not used in a loving fashion. And, I try to find a balance with what I can and should not put out for the world to witness. 

I also thought that if these folks really wanted to read my writings they could go to my several pages on FB and this blog. My personal page is for those who are in my frequency: the dreamers, the lovers, the mystical mischief, the ones searching for answers and expressing their words (cause let’s face it…I am a lover of words and emotions). These are the folks that share and cheer one another. These are the friends who partake in the most ridiculous of humor and also in the serious moments when vulnerability has spilled out of one another. You all rock! We are here to inspire one another. We are here to pull each others’ hairs back when we have to vomit emotions and heartache, when the world is beating us down and when too much becomes insufferable.

My blogging experience began five years ago. I have met some incredibly delightful people who have become family. I have also encountered my share of not-so-nice folks who I have accepted and let go of. I learn more from those people than they can imagine. But, I am in a point in my life that I will not entertain anything or anyone but loving souls. I am fortunate to really attract love…and I don’t see those few folks as anything but magnificent teachers. I have learned boundaries in the most mystical ways in the past few years. I have no problem deleting crap out of my life. 

2016 has been one of the the most extraordinary teaching years in my life. It has been a year of complete transformation and metamorphosis. I have witnessed my strengths, weaknesses, and the fracturing of my heart to then see the light breaking through. I have deleted old belief systems, taken full responsibility for my drama, and experienced an openness with Divinity that I cannot verbally express. I thought 2015 had taught me a lot about friendships and love…but no way. This year has pushed the envelope. I think one of the words that kept coming up this year was “integrity.” I have learned it via different forms. It has clearly been a magnificent year turning all the “I cannot’s” into freaking “I can’s.”

There are no words! I cannot imagine another time like this one. It has also been a year of blessings, including the finalization of adoption for our little girl (which took 2-1/2 years from the moment we got her until she became legally ours). I have seen some incredible and wondrous things this year…and usually alone in the middle of the night staring at the sky while the world is asleep.

I am embracing 2017 with such openness and giddiness. I am manifesting some huge changes in my professional life. I am shifting the mentality from “shit, another freaking year” to “this is the year of abundance and delicious blessings.” I have been standing on the edge of creation for several months whispering into the unknown and it’s finally time to go after all that I desire.

I have decided that this is how I want my social media pages to be: lifting me up while sharing love and light. I am not here to belittle anyone. This is my blog and not one person is required to read my words. No one has to stay here. I only want the souls who can understand that we carry each other home, lifting the heartache and the joyous times to a different level. I try to be as optimistic as possible. I always give from my heart even when I am having a shitty day. But, I am still very much a person with ego and insecurities. I am still learning to release all the baggage. I am definitely not a complete spiritual sage and never ever pretended to be. I don’t know much but I know how to love. People will troll others and there will always be negativity. I am careful not to hurt others…and have truly learned to shield myself from the best facades out there.

We still have work to do in this world. We still need to raise frequencies and vibration into a state of oneness and love. The hippie in me acknowledges the hippie in you and when we meet it’s always like coming home. We are required to be the best spiritual warriors next year. There is massive changes ahead full of abundance in all levels. But, we must shed the crap of attachments and negativity. That will not do in the next coming months. We are required to release fear and accept diversities and differences.

I believe we create our journeys and our yummy futures. We either stay in a toxic cycle or we get out. We either continue repeating the same things over and over with the desire of a different result, or completely change everything in the way. If it’s not working…it needs to stop! It’s that easy. I refuse to have people in my life that do not have my best intention in their hearts. It’s that simple. Like I said, it’s a privilege to be in each others’ lives. It’s magical. It’s fun. It’s a chord of truth, lessons, and authentic power that pulls and pushes us when we need someone to get us out of our dark moments. So many things always happen behind the scenes and this medium of communication can be used to lift and help many.

I am putting it out into the universe that 2017 will bring even more angels into my life. I am seeing them arriving daily. I am placing the intention that I will get to write their stories so we can learn from one another. It’s imperative. We need a massive conscious shift. I have been way too airy fairy in allowing people who don’t deserve to be in my stories. But, at the same time I am grateful for those lessons. I now know who has my back and who absolutely just doesn’t deserve my attention. And, may you also distinguish these things in your own personal life.

To you all…I love you. May the next year bring you all that you deserve. Stand firm in your convictions. Stand tall in your truth. You owe no one an explanation who only cares to gossip and make you seem like the antagonist in their stories. Let’s continue to move into light. You got this. We all got this!

Live Your Truth

truth

Truth can be ugly. It can be shameful and full of guilt. It lies and cheats and threatens to take away our lives. But, it is also freeing. It’s the catalyst to who we are and what we can become.

Truth is the rawest form of you.

If you allow for it to surface and give it love, truth can send you off on a magical adventure. While you avoid it you are living in a hellish world that makes you sick, paranoid and delusional.

So, surrender to it and set it free from the prison of your mind.

The hardest thing for us to do is follow our desires. We are afraid of following our dreams if it means not living up to the expectations of our family and friends. We avoid making time for what we want because responsibilities come first. They don’t. That’s an illusion.

What comes first is you and your authentic acceptance of what makes you happy. That’s truth. That’s your truth. Your truth is only a perception in your life. No one will be able to understand where you come from with truth, or what you are trying to accomplish because they are living in their own realm of perception too. But it is YOUR truth. And that’s what matters!

I recently sat with a loved one and indulged in letting go of so many secrets and fears. It was freeing, embarrassing, shameful and…yet…like an emotional diet I lost a ton of weight from carrying it all inside. The truth does set you free.

I wasn’t aware that I was living in fear of rejection and other imperfect emotions that make me the neurotic woman that I am when I hold it all inside. But, in the neurosis, I recognized that Truth needed to vent. It needed a voice. It wasn’t going to be pretty or comfortable. Nope! It was going to come out like a massive volcano eruption and I feared for whoever would be the person to provoke it. Thank goodness, it was someone who has the ability to understand me and allow for me to be exactly who I am. Cause I am not pretty when I am full of volcanic ash all over me. I am not easy to calm down either.

But that’s okay. I can get to a happy place pretty quickly once the truth comes out. Nothing like giving birth to those things that keep us up at night, churning into something larger than what it really is. The mind amplifies everything we feed!

You do not have to uncover every detail of your past. You also don’t have to go back there and reside forever in your mistakes. You are who you are because of everything that has happened to you. You are the sums of every experience…the good and the bad. Each challenge, loss, and lesson molds you to become the highest possible spiritual being on this land. The evolution of your soul goes through these growth spurts because you need to grow.

Speak your truth, even if it leaves you shaking. You don’t have to share all the details of your life with anyone. When I say, speak your truth, I mean become YOUR truth. Become who you are here to be. You need to stop worrying about what others think or say. You need to put the crap to rest. At the end of your life you won’t even remember that. You will, however, remember that you didn’t live up to all the things your heart and soul desired. Follow that!

Be the authentic YOU that was genetically implemented here. If you can’t find your purpose, then keep asking every night before going to bed. Let your consciousness show you through messages via dreams or a giant billboard on your way to work. You will eventually wake to remember what you are here to do. I promise!

**Note to self: We don’t need another Mother Teresa or Nelson Mandela. We need you. Don’t try to fix the world. Fix you, and let the world live by your examples!

Printed Composition

I do not choose to write, whereas writing has chosen me as some sort of instrument from Spirit.  It is the extension of words projected in a form of kindness, humility, but familiar echo, in a release similar to meditation. The words that I write are woven threads into a quilt of human emotion.  They are not meant to shock or awaken anything.  They exist on a page as a thought-provoking tool.  Many times, they exist just to allow me to help myself.

There are times that I go days without writing and a part of me goes numb.  As soon as I start to write again, my spirit comes alive.  There are also moments throughout the night that a poem awakes me, nagging, pulling and wanting my attention.  The more I ignore it, the less I can rest.  It is only when I give into its calling that I can finally release magic into my life.

Do these words do their job?  I don’t quite know for sure but every so often something penetrates or touches the person reading it.  I don’t know how they come out or how I write them.  God speaks through each letter, word, paragraph and message.  I often read them and I am in awed at the simplicity, yet the complexity of some of the messages through poetry, essays or in my private journals.  Some are deeper than others, these conclusions and examples of my life.  Some are intended for me alone and I choose not to share them.  I am to hold on to them and years later (as it has happened many times) re-read them and the message has pertained with such faith and knowledge that it is beyond me to understand.

Looking back at the trail of human emotions in my life, I see the pattern of words changing; yet they are synonyms for the same messages.  They are right in front of my eyes and, like difficult pieces of a puzzle, the words must be placed in correct alignment.  It is easier said than done.  I don’t pretend to know it all.  I write to survive.  Writing is like morphine to my nervous system.  It calls on me to let the dance of emotions out onto a page.  I am surprised each time I finish a piece of work.  I am also shocked when I share it.  Finally in this stage of my life, I allow another to judge or witness my spirit through my writings.

I write because life is just like the poems — very complex and overly rated because we make it that way.  There are too many of our efforts side-tracking our intents.  I see my life from another view when I write.  I understand it much better.  I accept it easier.  With all my faults, neurotic behavior, and traumas there is peace inside. It is there inside my soul echoing to help others find their path if just by sharing a small example of an unfinished life.  We are connected in this way.  We get to travel similar paths.

This is my passion: these words on a screen.  As I write this, I pray for the many people who don’t believe in searching for their passion.  I write in order to survive my journey.  It has picked me.  I know that the many times I have avoided placing those words on paper anger and frustration becomes too much to handle.

Few things I know for sure and one of them is that I have been presented with this ability. I don’t take credit for it because it comes from Source.  I am just the messenger.  How and what I do with it is my choice.  As I write these words I know in the pit of my heart that I am deeply blessed.  There is no mistake about it.  I don’t suffer from depression but when the anxiety of the unknown kicks inside the only way to control the attack is to let go through the composition of letters, words, and paragraphs.  And I hope and pray that, you, reading this can find an outlet to the stories of your life and learn to live with passion.

I thank you for joining me here, in the space between the comas and periods. I am blessed for those who return and express that they have received a message of hope. This is why I write…to send my love out into the universe in hopes that someone catches it in their hearts. Mucho love….Millie