

The Medicine of a Past Life
It didn’t begin as a memory. It began as a shiver the kind that feels like an ancestor brushing past you in a dark room. This year around my birthday, the veil didn’t just thin. It tore open . A truth slid through the cracks of my consciousness. Not new information just newly remembered . My mother has always told the same story: “You were born purple. The cord was around your neck. You weren’t breathing. They had to turn you upside down and smack your back to bring you in.”


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🌌 When the Veil Lifts: A Dream, a Doorway and the Leaves That Followed
In the quiet hours of the night, I woke suddenly to the low hum of a fan turning on in the next room— 12:30 AM , precisely. There was no...


















