Origin Story: How God Conspired for My Greatness (And Yours, Too)
Do you want to hear my origin story?
You know, when your superpowers come online, things get weird.
I’ve always had them.
The luck, the pattern recognition, the magic.
When I was a little girl, I won games—card games, board games. I had to start throwing games just so my siblings would still play with me.
My memory was photographic. My intuition? Wildly accurate.
I could see things others didn’t. I could see the best in people.
And that was my first mistake.
Because when you shine, the cave dwellers notice.
And they try to put the light out.
Born Into the Darkness, Built for the Light
I was born into chaos.
A crumbling marriage. A mother desperate for freedom. A father consumed by the system.
At six months old, my body tapped out. I got pneumonia. I stopped eating. I was placed in an oxygen tent, fed through a vein in my ankle after all the others collapsed. I stayed like that for a month. And then, I turned a corner.
The little girl who emerged?
She was different.
She was stiff. She flinched at human touch. She was quiet. She watched.
She learned to see everything—but stay unseen herself.
Her mother took her and fled to a commune in New Hampshire.
Life there was wild.
No sugar. No kids her age. But there was music.
Every night, a man played the fiddle while her mother cooked dinner.
There was magic in that sound.
And then one day, her stepfather drank kerosene. (Long story.)
So the family was kicked off the commune, crammed into a Dodge van with five kids, two adults, two cats, one dog, and a mattress—
And drove across the country to the desert.
The Desert, The Hunger & The Magic
Tucson changed everything.
The smell of rain on desert dirt? Like nature having an orgasm.
We slept on mattresses under the open sky. Explored abandoned mines. Collected rocks. Looked at the stars.
And we were broke.
We knew when the local grocery store threw out their expired food. Dumpster diving became a game.
But I was still magic.
Musical theater was my portal. Rocky Horror Picture Show was my initiation.
I loved disco. I loved dance. I loved boys. I was coming alive.
Until my family fell apart.
My mother hurt her back. She couldn’t work. And overnight, everything dissolved.
The kids were split up. I was sent East.
And I thought—this is my fresh start.
Instead, I fell asleep for almost 40 years.
I forgot my magic.
And that was the beginning of the long road back.
The Awakening (Or: When God Dragged Me Back Kicking & Screaming)
This summer, the Devil came for me.
I lost my two best friends of 30 years to betrayal.
I lost my Twin Flame to chaos and fuckery.
I lost my car (my 23-year-old SUV with 300k miles literally sacrificed itself to save me).
And in the middle of all of it—
I found God again.
I slept in a sacred yoni cave for two days.
I saw a vision of my future—so bright, so beautiful, I could barely breathe.
And I realized: My path to Christ Consciousness is through PLAY.
Through the Inner Child.
Through dance, music, joy, laughter—the very things that were taken from me.
Because God was never testing me.
He was testing the hearts of the people around me.
And when you go through the fire like that?
You come out pure gold.
The Mission: Heaven on Earth, in the Form of a Renaissance
So when God says, I need you to do a few things for me, I say—
Cool, cool. Sounds fun.
And then He says—
You’ll have to let go of everything that doesn’t serve you.
And I say—
Right, totally. Makes sense.
And then He says—
I mean EVERYTHING.
Your family. Your twin flame. Your old life.
Also, you’ll survive a freak car accident, sleep in a cave, give up alcohol, caffeine, artificial food, and refined sugar—oh, and do some absolutely insane shit that you won’t even believe.*
And I say—
Could’ve used a heads up on that part.
But then He says—
You were trained by the best to fight this battle. They were your greatest teachers, but they weren’t the kindest teachers. You still have healing to do.
And I take a deep breath.
And I say—
I trust you. Let’s fucking go.
Where This is Going (Spoiler: It’s a Renaissance)
Do you want to hear my origin story?
This isn’t just my story.
It’s our story.
This is about all of us waking up.
Breaking out of the cave.
Remembering who we are.
I know there are so many good people out there with huge hearts who believe in freedom, truth, and love.
I know we are building something new.
And I know—
This is a Renaissance, not a Revolution.
Because we don’t win by fighting the system.
We win by creating something so beautiful, so magnetic, so alive that the old world simply fades away.
And so, I leave you with this:
If you are here, you are part of it.
If you have been broken open, you are part of it.
If you have danced, laughed, played, loved, lost, and kept going anyway—
You are already inside the new world.
All you have to do is step forward.
I’ll meet you there.