This essay proposes a simple thesis: ascension has both a psychological and a physiological process. Emotional healing releases the patterns that limit perception, while the body undergoes its own integration cycles to stabilize that expansion.

For the past year, I have been speaking about ascension — not as an escape from reality, but as a direct engagement with it. I speak about non-duality, unity consciousness, and spiritual expansion. I also speak — very openly — about politics, power, patriarchy, and systemic collapse. For some, these worlds appear incompatible. For me, they are inseparable. What I am articulating now is the thread that binds everything I have been teaching, channeling, and living this year: As

On June 26, 2026, Fox News ran a 7-minute segment on me and the 4 a.m. Club. The fallout from this incident caused real harm, resulting in PTSD and affecting every aspect of my work. And yet, this is precisely why I keep going. Our world needs our light as much as it needs our fight. We cannot let the most hateful and fearful among us be the loudest voices. So despite the fear, my work moves forward and I will carry on.

Channeled by Gia Prism in May of 2017. I'm just going to lay it out really plainly: We are at the end of days. We are wrapping it up here on planet Earth. Now, if you are of the camp that is always believed in and been afraid of apocalyptic predictions, let me assure you this isn't what I'm talking about. Although these are the kinds of scenes that could unfold and are unfolding in many countries around the world, this is not a doomsday prediction. This is comfort and guidanc

This is an excerpt from my book "Messages from the Stars: How the 20th Century's Greatest Artists and Visionaries Lived Their Art, and What They Have to Teach Us from Beyond the Veil." Learn more and get the book here . Why talk to celebrities on the other side? Why talk to any spirit, for that matter? Why reach out beyond the veil, listening for an answer, straining to hear what wisdom The Great Beyond has to impart? Because we were always meant to commune with the divine. W

First came religion, full of dogma and shame and fear and control. Then came new age spirituality, full of good vibes only and putting it out to the universe. But what comes next? What comes when your good vibes don’t manifest your dreams, when your deepest fears and shadows refuse to evaporate in a cloud of cotton candy pixie dust and you’ve tried E V E R Y T H I N G and yet you remain trapped in a prison of your own paranoia and powerlessness? Then, my dear, you stand up an

(Originally published 2020) In the early days of the pandemic, like most people around the world, my anxiety was at an all-time high. I turned to Spirit for comfort and guidance and was met with someone I'd never met before. He was a Tibetan Lama who had once tutored one of my favorite spirit friends, David Bowie. The two shared their calming energy with me and then the lama spoke, imparting the following words of wisdom with me: “You have spent much time and energy trying to

(Originally published 2018) It's time we stop using the word “sin” altogether. If we must use something — a word to describe actions that are less than beneficial for our greatest good — how about the word “choice” instead? This seemingly simple dialectic switch will allows us to open ourselves to productive and judgement-free conversations about free will, consequences, and accountability — a vital gateway to building the essential ability in oneself to think through a desir

(Originally published 2021) Today I drove behind the woman who ignored a stop sign and ran over my 6-year-old daughter as she crossed the street on her bicycle. My husband later asked, “How do you know it’s her? How do you even remember?” Because I knelt in the asphalt behind that car for what seemed like hours as my baby screamed and bled into the street. I will always remember. I can never forget. That first night in the hospital, when my daughter finally fell asleep and wh

(Originally published 2017) In my last post I wrote that in this age of "Healing at the Speed of Thought," in order to heal, fully and completely, the only thing you need to do is think it, and it will be. No, this isn’t a trick or a riddle or a cruel joke. That’s really all it takes. Well, that and a healthy dose of faith. You see, I believe that faith is one of the most misunderstood of all virtues—and the most woefully underestimated. For faith, when fully understood and p

(Originally published 2017) We have entered an age where time as we know it is changing—where time is speeding up … and so is everything else. It’s not only an age of instant gratification, it’s an age of instant manifestation. An age when anything we desire can be manifested into physical reality, whether it be with a few clicks of a mouse or the focused intention of thought. And so it is for healing. The old paradigm of healing is melting away—a paradigm where if healing wa

(Originally published 2017) How much of what you’re fighting against isn’t actually your battle, but one that began countless years ago in the lives of your ancestors? Today as I pondered my struggle of moving forward with confidence, I felt the unmistakable presence of my ancestors. To my right and my left they joined me, one by one. And I felt their deep pain and sorrow wash over me, and I saw their lives before my eyes. It was despair beyond description. Betrayal and contr

(Originally published 2017) My ancestors never rose out of the struggle to survive. They never escaped scarcity and fear, panic and lack; the wolves were always at the door. They rarely rested safely in the arms of security, or peace, or even comfort, and never marched onward to abundance. And some days, I fear, neither will I. Because within me I carry a complicated legacy that’s just as alive now as it was for the hundreds who have gone before. While visiting a historic 130

( Originally Published 2018) Are you suffering, brave soul? Are you wounded and damaged, crying out for relief and wondering why you find yourself knocked back down into the deepest depths time and time and time again? I see you, brave soul. I witness your pain. I validate your sorrows. I invite you to cry, to wail and moan. I will listen as you wonder why oh why this is happening to you, and when oh when will it ever end? And then I will say to you, it is happening to you be

(Originally published 2017) It was sometime after midnight, and I was curled up on the couch sobbing. In the exact same position I'd been an hour before. In the same pit of agony I'd been in for three solid hours. And yet the crying carried on, the tears pouring from my face and soaking my blanket, the sobs wracking my body. And the crying carried on... The thing that set off this fit of tears wasn't really a "thing" at all. Nothing happened, exactly. I was stressed, sure, bu

(Originally published 2017) My favorite park consists of 30-some-odd acres of wooded trees, grassy hills, and open fields and a creek running through. This place has been a constant in my life, and it's taken on great significance this past year as I have felt drawn to return and be replenished by this sacred natural space. I went there again this week, in the middle of January, to be healed and to commune with the divine. It was quiet and peaceful, and practically empty even

(Originally published June 2018) I recently came upon a video showing the effects and the aftermath of the chemical attacks on Syria. In this video, men, women, and children—so many children—lie shaking in the streets, half-paralyzed and half gasping for air, while relief workers ran about in a frenzy trying to soothe and save these countless innocent souls. It’s a gut-wrenching scene, and I almost didn’t watch this video at all. My heart has been heavy, aching, ripped open b