Mirror
Self, The Other and the Shadow
The Mirror
A lot of becoming is editing.
Some things in your life are there because you chose them. Others are there because you never removed them.
Habits. Roles. Goals. Obligations. Old ideas about who you are.
And everything you keep has a maintenance cost.
So maybe the question is not only, “Does this still fit me?”
Maybe it is:
Do I still want to maintain this?
There is a place where the world thins.
Where ice becomes a doorway.
I’ve stepped through it more than once.
Each time, I lose something.
Each time, I remember something else.
They told me who I was.
But the further I move between worlds…
the less that version of me holds.
However, manifesting a woman and becoming the man who can sustain her require two entirely different forms of energy. One is driven by desire, the other requires discipline, self-awareness, and identity work.
Beneath all the noise, every woman has her own rhythm. A natural way of moving through life, creating, resting, connecting, and expressing herself. When we begin to notice that rhythm and trust it, something shifts. Life starts to feel more honest, more spacious, and more aligned with who we truly are.
At Haus of Healing we call this process Becoming HER.
Becoming HER is not about turning into someone else or chasing an ideal version of yourself. It’s about returning to the woman you already are beneath the noise. The woman who knows her own timing, trusts her instincts, and moves through life in a way that feels natural and true.
People are not only drawn to words. They are drawn to space. Space to feel. Space to wonder. Space to become curious. When you explain everything too quickly, you close that space. You give away the entire movie in the trailer. There is nothing left to discover.
Staying grounded in an overstimulated world.
Modern life exposes us to global crisis all day long. Corrupt leaders. Broken systems. Wars. Endless outrage cycles. Climate issues. Algorithms feeding catastrophe on repeat. The noise feels constant. The instability feels personal. As if the disorder outside is slowly seeping inward.
It feels less like real life and more like a streaming series that forgot to end. The nervous system absorbs it all as if the threat is in the room. But it isn’t.
Becoming Her begins when attention turns inward and stays there. It begins when you stop reaching outside yourself for direction, reassurance, or permission, and allow your power to return to its natural place.
But the mask works, especially on the woman who is manifesting a provider, a protector, a man who finally wants to build.
My pulse quickened. The dead old man at my feet… the familiar heat of the sun… The handsome man in a black suit. Something shifted inside me. I knew this place. I knew who he meant. And I remembered our story.
There is a moment every intuitive woman recognizes. A moment where nothing has happened, yet everything shifts. A man is speaking casually, laughing softly, asking simple questions. But beneath the surface of his words, something pushes into your field.
There is a moment in the false twin flame bond where the connection stops feeling romantic and begins to feel possessive. The thoughts stop feeling like love and start to feel like intrusion. The pull stops feeling like chemistry and starts to feel like compulsion.
She didn’t cry that day — I did. I was sitting at my desk, typing up numbers, when a sudden wave of energy suddenly coursed from my gut to my head. All at once, I was overwhelmed by a sense of loss, sadness, grief, and pain. Tears welled up in my eyes.
There comes a moment when the heavens fall, not to destroy us, but to return what we once lost: truth, remembrance and knowing. This is the moment when illusion shatters, and clarity walks in barefoot. It is the beginning of your power rising from within.
The moment I pulled back, when I said, “I don’t like how you’re treating me” or when I simply stopped adoring them, everything shifted. Suddenly, I wasn’t interesting anymore. I became the shadow they didn’t want to face. And that’s when it hit me: they didn’t miss me. They missed the high. The validation. The dopamine rush of being admired.
The spirit of rejection cannot live without your permission. It has no power unless you feed it - with fear, with agreement, with your silence.
The moon has always held our secrets. She carries the pull of intense emotions, the whisper of the subconscious, the memory of ancestors. Every time she changes, something inside us changes too. To follow her rhythm is to follow the tides of your own heart.
You tell yourself: This must be it, the love of my life. But here’s the truth: that intensity isn’t always love. Most of the time, it’s your shadow.
Distractions lose their shine. Chaos feels heavier. The games people play become more obvious. Suddenly, you can spot the difference between someone who’s genuinely showing up for you and someone who’s only here for what they can take.
There is a sacred law written not in books, but in blood, in womb, in whisper. And that law is this: a woman is not just a partner, she is a portal. To hurt her is to block the divine.
As a spiritual adviser, I’ve seen firsthand, through countless tarot readings, that what people call “relationship issues” are often signs of deeper energetic warfare.”
The King-Queendom of God is a frequency. A vibration. A state of being. You don’t stumble upon it. You tune into it.