The Jenni Bradshaw

When I was eleven, I asked my parents for braces. I had a small gap between my front two teeth, so it was all I wanted for Christmas. But my parents didn’t think it was a necessary thing to fix. I was teased, especially by my siblings. I can remember them poking fun at me about attempting to whistle properly with a gap.

Well, not only did I learn how to whistle with a gap between my teeth, but I also started babysitting, saving up every dollar I made with a goal in mind. Yeah… at eleven years old I was changing diapers, warming bottles, and rocking babies to sleep. I LOVED every second of it, and after two years (at $5/hr), I managed to save up $1,200 to pay for my own braces.

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

The enraged fire within my younger self drove my dental transformation into a dental hygiene career. Initially I wanted to become an orthodontist, helping others boost their self-confidence with a transformed smile, but when I had the wonderful opportunity to witness someone get their wisdom teeth extracted, I passed out, so that told me I wasn’t cut out (ha!) for being an orthodontist as they have to accomplish the same type of trained skill.

I have now since retired that dental career after nine years, and I am so grateful for the opportunities and experiences that have accompanied such accomplishments. And as for the teasing from my siblings, I know bullying is seen as taboo or negative in some perspectives, but as I keep realizing in life, “perception is everything.” They poured gasoline on my fire and for that, I am grateful for the growth I made and continue to make with haters hating. Plus, all three of them were my guinea pig patients when I was in hygiene school.

I whistle almost every day and smile WAY more than I would have if I never had braces. A smile, something that seems so irrelevant in our conscious awareness, means a whole lot to me. And no, mine is not perfect by any means but I never wanted to be “perfect” (whatever that means). I just wanted the confidence to be happy and show how happy I am inside, and not be harassed for it.

I’m beyond proud of my younger self for being such a strong, determined gal. She wasn’t consciously aware of it at the time, but the heavy emotions felt in life can be the fuel to your fire if you choose to use it in such a way.

𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 – 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭; 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 – 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥.

Many of my triumphs in life have been achieved because of this realization and transformation of energy. That young, gap-toothed gal residing in my past sure is special and has a strong fire that will forever burn brightly, regardless of the circumstances. (We’re still beaming babygirl!! And no one’s gonna put out our vibrant, happy light!)

I wanted to start these “Storytime Sunday” posts as a way to tell tiny bits of my life story. We are all authors of our own lives. The choices I have made in life have been monumental in my transformation, my ascension – to be the best version of myself in the game of life. And I hope as I continue to post these stories that they will inspire or help someone see another perspective on life, because we all have one. I don’t have it all figured out, but nor do you, so let’s help each other out rather than hinder one another.

If you’ve gotten to the end of this post, I thank you for taking the time to read it. I plan to post these stories every Sunday and will begin a blog soon enough. Writing is a new adventure I am ecstatic to embark on! And believe me, whatever fuel you want to add to that fire will continue to let it burn brightly!

With much love 💖 and light ✨ – Jenni B

⚠️WARNING: Talk of suicide and spiritual beliefs ⚠️

It is your choice to proceed with a clear and open mind, or not.

If you read my first “Storytime Sunday” post two weeks ago, you know that I was a dental hygienist for nine years. But what you didn’t know was that I was a dental hygienist in three different states, which means I’ve connected with lots of different people, and with some who were in states of anxiety and dis-ease.

At one of the many offices I worked at, we were told to call patients when we had “downtime” to remind them that they were due (or past due) for a cleaning.

I have always hated talking on the phone, and I always will – there’s a disconnect there that’s difficult to explain, but that’s beside the point. I also can’t remember names for the life of me but that’s because I view them as labels, and I don’t define people by their labels – I see them as souls first and foremost. (I thought this was a common perception). So when I came across a particular name that had a note attached to their chart saying they requested me, I couldn’t remember who it was, but she remembered me – by my voice. As I explained to her that she was overdue for a cleaning and that I had a cancellation later that day if she wanted to come in, she proceeded to tell me that she knew she was way past due but that she had good reason and agreed to come in, given that she was to be seen by me. I assured her it would be me taking care of her.

When she came in, I immediately recognized her and felt our connection reestablished right from where it left off, almost a year ago. We walked back to one of the dental rooms and as soon as she sat down, she looked at me and said, “I’m so glad you called me. I’ve been needing to see you. I’ve been needing to talk to you.”

Now, understand that although I was a dental hygienist and not a therapist, I’ve had many people confide in me. The reason why is for you to figure out because you can’t ask them, and it’s not for me to answer, unless you want my guessing perspective. But, I listened.

She began by apologizing for delaying her cleaning, which – in my eyes – isn’t something to apologize to me about. It’s not my health that’s affected. And that’s just the truth. But she then proceeded to cry, I mean, sob as she confessed her reasoning for her absence was due to death by suicide of her very young daughter. She poured her heart out to me, purging grief like I had never seen before.

As the minutes were disappearing in our timed appointment, I didn’t stop her from talking. I didn’t shut down the conversation by shoving my hands into her mouth in order to “do my job” cleaning her teeth. I gave her a tissue, sat her up, and hugged her, like really embraced her, with an intentional warmth radiating from me. We held each other for what felt like minutes as she cried on my shoulder, expressing the guilt she felt, thinking she had something to do with it, or rather, thinking she should’ve been able to prevent it.

She was a married, Christian woman and seemed to be of good moral character. She told me her daughter was her only daughter and that it was a sort of fluke pregnancy as her brothers were almost 20 years older than her. But she told me how her daughter had been conspiring her suicide for many years of her youthful life and left a note where she was found after going missing, stating how she couldn’t exist in this world like this.

I remember all the details and all the feelings that beautiful soul shared with me that day, and I’m sure I’ll always remember it. It engraved my soul. We shared a deep, heartfelt connection. Two “strangers” helping one another, because thanks to that precious soul in that sacred moment, I realized I was built differently. Built for something more, something much bigger than my job, something much bigger than ME.

I couldn’t imagine growing and birthing a human being to then bury them before their 10^th birthday. My heart ached with hers.

After conversing, giving her my perspective on the situation, she eventually got to a point where she felt relief, a sense of peace about the situation. Because although from one perspective it could seem that since she was the parent of a child, the fault would fall on her, I knew intuitively that it wasn’t her fault. I knew her daughter’s reasoning wasn’t understood by many, especially Christians, and I didn’t fault the daughter either.

You see, I believe the daughter was reincarnated with a mission that couldn’t be fulfilled as a female. And I know there will be many of you who don’t understand that, maybe some of you who will be angry about it, but I believe it to be true. The things she would tell me her daughter would say just made reincarnation make more sense to me.

Perhaps that day her daughter was connecting to me, channeling me (as some would say) in a way that Christians fail to open their eyes to. And because of that, her mother needed to see me that day. Her mother needed to hear it from a spirit being human because as soon as I explained that she said, “I haven’t told anyone this, but my daughter visited me in a dream and tried to tell me, but I couldn’t understand.”

We cried and then laughed at how bizarre life as a spirit being human on Earth can be. She then turned that pain into healing by speaking to others in her Christian community about life, reincarnation, and what it means to others, helping people see what’s been hidden from them. Because of her daughter, she became a light in darkness – and I find that to be the most beautiful thing about her daughter’s life on Earth.

So whatever you believe in, all I ask is that you open your eyes to the possibilities happening right now. There are many things that happen in life that are unexplainable. It’s not your job to try to make complete sense of it, seeing it only one way with an answer you’re not even sure is the truth or not; because it’s just your belief, and it can’t be proven. Your job on Earth should simply be trying to be the best spirit/soul/energetic version of your human self while you are here, in the NOW. And not with the sole intent of achieving a better life after this – when you leave this world and go wherever you go after the jig is up, because we all know it’ll be up eventually, at least in this lifetime. Now that’s the truth as it’s proven every day.

According to SAMHA, September is National Suicide Prevention Month. World Suicide Prevention Day is September 10^th. May we remember the souls who chose to leave the war they battled for so long. Life is short; love who you can.

With love 💖 and light ✨ , all ways – Jenni B

(On Instagram I posted this “Storytime Sunday” post in a reel with a background song I absolutely love. Music has a profound effect on us (which I have a quote about) and this particular song always invigorates me to my core. The harmony in the voices. The depth to the lyrics. The background music in the reel, which you can find posted on my Instagram (Sept. 1, 2024) HERE, was composed by Alexandre Desplat and Gerard McCann (lyrics) – My Love is Always Here: 

“O sleep, sweet babe,

Though the snow is cold and deep around,

Just sleep, dear babe,

Through the wind’s so keen and icy sound.

Oh hush, sweet babe,

There is nothing you should fear,

Just hush, dear babe,

For my love is always here.

And I will hold you, safe in my arms,

So no evil can touch you,

You can come to no harm.

Wake now, dear babe

Now the night is nearly through,

Wake now, sweet babe,

There’s a world that’s waiting here for you.”)

Last “Storytime Sunday” post I talked very briefly about reincarnation; it’s such a fascinating subject to ponder. Well, this week I’d like to talk about spirits! Or maybe you might refer to them as souls, angels, ghosts, or [insert whatever label you wanna smack on it]. But for all intents and purposes, I’m going to use the label: “spirits” although I call them something else. 😉 

Just to reiterate, this is my perspective on a REAL incident that happened in my lifetime, but this time there were two witnesses present, whose names I will not give out. Instead of using their real names, I’m going to use fictitious names of: Phoebe and Jill.

I so wish I could remember the exact date of this incident, and I so wish I snapped pictures, but sometimes – and I really want to stress this point – it’s important to LIVE IN THE MOMENT. Embrace the magic that comes to you in unexpected ways, and without the need to document it by taking away from the moment, because that’s when the REAL magic happens, by being fully present.

This incident happened sometime in the summer of 2008, I believe, in the parking lot of a shopping center. Phoebe and I had just gotten out of my 2000 V6 Mustang – I thought I was so cool driving that thing around when I was in college, after having a minivan in high school. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my minivan, and my friends did too. And I loved that featherlight mustang, except on rainy days (haha). I accidentally fishtailed going 15 mph once, *nervous laughs* but back to the main story…

Phoebe and I had just gotten out of the car and started walking through the parking lot towards one of the shops when I noticed an old friend of mine walking towards us.

Jill was a gal I played softball with in high school. I hadn’t seen her in a few years because of the change in direction of our own separate lives after high school.

Friendships don’t always end on bad terms; sometimes life takes us on different paths and that’s more than okay. It’s important to learn when to let go even if the friendship was great at one point.

We had some fun moments and reminisced about them while catching up on each other’s lives in the parking lot of the shopping center.

While the three of us were conversing in the middle of broad daylight, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a bright purple Cadillac pull up into a handicap spot just on the other aisle behind Phoebe and Jill. I kept talking, without pointing it out but its unique color certainly caught my eye (see the pictures for reference – I don’t remember every single detail of the vehicle, but it looked very similar to the ones in the pictures).

I was aware of the elderly lady that got out of the driver side and of the man from the passenger side; I can still hear the antique doors squeak in my head.

Phoebe and Jill didn’t notice this couple until they hobbled up to us and the elderly woman said in the sweetest voice, “Oh, is this an old friend of yours?”

She looked at me with a cheerful smile and had a depth to her eyes that caught mine. The man with her stood there silently with a blank facial expression, but he, too, had a depth to his eyes.

The sudden presence of the two of them startled Phoebe and Jill, and they both looked at me and mumbled, “Umm…”

I smiled and giggled at the elderly woman and man.

I kid you not, at that exact moment, I KNEW who they were – spirits of my late Nana and Gene, who both passed away within months of each other the year prior.

My Nana had a stroke several years before her death and hadn’t been able to speak for quite some time. It was difficult to see her exist at family gatherings like a zombie, but I know deep within her vessel of a body, she was present.

So, when the elderly woman spoke with such excitement in seeing me, Phoebe, and Jill, I was thrilled to know it was Nana in spirit and responded with: “Yes, this is my friend, Jill.”

Because Phoebe and Jill were stunned and obviously uncomfortable by the encounter, the conversation didn’t last long. And I was too fixated on the two spirits staring back at me; all I could do was smile at the both of them with the realization of who they really were.

I felt them in a way that isn’t easy to explain; you would have to have had a similar experience to understand, but they knew I knew it was them: Nana and Gene. It was an inner knowing, an intuitive feeling, telling me: ‘Yes, it’s them!’

It was a beautiful feeling, warm and full of love that tingled up my spine, trickling down the lengths of my extremities, reaching my toes and fingertips.

In that moment of realization, I thanked them telepathically for showing up; I thanked them for choosing that moment to connect with me unexpectedly; and I told them I loved them, with the voice of my heart.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of moment, one that I’ve read doesn’t usually reoccur, as some believe there is a sort of “window” of time before they, as spirits, depart this world completely, walking through some sort of door that locks behind them.

As those beautiful spirits slowly walked away, I watched their every move until they entered one of the stores, as though I watched them walk down a path into another existence, one that transcends this reality.

Jill was freaked out the most and asked, “Did you know those people?”

I laughed because I was thinking: ‘Yes,’ but didn’t know how to explain it without sounding crazy so I said, “No, but sort of,” which I know still sounds kind of crazy.

Jill and Phoebe both expressed the weird feeling they felt when the spirits of my Nana and Gene were there, and I just laughed because what they perceived as weird and scary was exciting and meaningful to me. They were harmless in their demeanor and were just happy to see us.

I’m sure there will be some of you who think I’m crazy, coo-coo, delusional, or whatever label you wanna slap on, I don’t really care because I know what that was – that was the spiritual forms of my Nana and Gene in human disguise.

I mean, your body is a temporary thing you harness, isn’t it? Whatever it is you believe in, you know deep down, intuitively, that you aren’t your body, YOU ARE YOUR SOUL – an energetic form that uses a body as a vessel in this reality.

I wanted so badly to follow after them and talk to those beautiful souls more, but after that brief encounter, Jill was ready to leave, and she did after a hug goodbye.

I tried to convince Phoebe to go with me into the store the two of them went into, but she was too afraid, and I didn’t want to force her. Plus, I’m sure they would have disappeared by that time as their Cadillac did as soon as we went into the other store, like magic!

That very brief moment in my life was so profound that I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember what the woman and man looked like as they stared at me, and I can still see the light of their eyes in my mind’s eye.

They say the eyes are “the windows to the soul” (it’s even a bible verse) and I 100% agree with that sentiment. They are, and if you look deeply into someone’s eyes, you will feel something within you; you will feel their energy, if they let you.

Because I connected with those two beautiful souls through their eyes; I felt my Nana and Gene, even though they were disguised as other beings. And because Phoebe and Jill didn’t look them in the eyes, they were scared and wanted to get away, perhaps because of the supernatural energetic presence – the magic!

I’ve had other encounters with spirits; they’re always moving about in disguises that are so good you think they are someone else.

Good spirits, or angels as some of you might say, help guide you in ways that people alive in your life can’t, and that in itself is a gift, a blessing.

I had been wanting to talk to my Nana and Gene, to see them alive again, of course. Their passings were unexpected and it’s nice to have closure, a chance to tell them you love them before they go. But even if you miss the opportunity to recognize a spirit in your life of a passed loved one, I hope you know that when you talk to them telepathically, with your heart’s voice, they hear you. They are always listening when you speak from the heart, because that’s love, and love is an energy that infinitely transcends all realities.

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

My mom had a brain tumor removed about two years ago. She stayed in the hospital for a week. And although it wasn’t exactly allowed, I stayed with her in the ICU every night. It was difficult to sleep in a cold, sterile environment, witnessing a loved one – the woman who manifested me into this world – in pain; not to mention feeling the agonizing anticipation of the lab results to confirm whether her tumor was benign or cancerous. But what was more important to me above all, was the duty I assigned myself to… being an advocate for my mom.

If you have a family member or close friend with some type of medical knowledge such as anatomy, pharmacology, and whatever else may pertain to a certain health issue, I encourage you to let them be an advocate for you when you are enduring an obstacle concerning your health. Like I’ve said before, we ALL have skills that can help one another, and it’s beyond time we lean on each other for that help. You don’t have it all figured out, and nor do I.

With that said, and like I mentioned last week about “good spirits” or “angels” helping you out in this life, I am grateful my mom had one particular nurse who fought for her in ways that I couldn’t because of hospital restrictions. She took AMAZING care of my mom, and I’ll always remember her talking about mentoring younger nurses and saying, “You can’t teach compassion.”

I designed a travel mug with that exact quote on it, and my mom and I gave it to her in person a week after my mom got discharged from the hospital. Momma Linda loved drinking tea, so it was a thoughtful gift. We added a few other goodies to show our appreciation for her being MORE than her job, and after receiving the gift, she kept repeating, “God is good.”

There was only one night later in the week I didn’t stay with my mom at the hospital because my sister wanted to help out, and my ex threatened to breakup with me, stating that I was neglecting him – what a [insert your own adjective]. He was also disgraceful in honoring my request of checking my phone for texts from my family when he was to wake at 5AM.

Because I wasn’t getting much sleep in the hospital, I wanted to get some good, uninterrupted rest. Different hospital nurses would wake my mom every three hours to check vitals, administer medication, and do other important things. I was awake and alert for all of those encounters so, when I asked my ex to help by doing something respectful by simply checking my phone in the morning without waking me, when his alarm went off, he literally rolled over me, slapped my phone three times without unlocking it to see if there were any texts, then rolled back over before getting out of bed and going about his day – what a [insert your own adjective].

He is a military man, who is supposed to encompass one of the most, if not the most, important values in the military: Honor. I mean, The Medal of Honor IS the highest military award. And he couldn’t even honor his girlfriend, someone he’s supposed to care for.

Needless to say, that week of my life was extremely draining. I was enduring multiple obstacles, all out of my control. But man, did I handle it with honor and grace… because I’m a BAMF (look it up if you don’t know what that acronym means).

I have endured multiple battles in my lifetime. It’s a spiritual war on Earth, if you weren’t aware, and I am of the light.

And to shine some light on this true story, let’s go back to the start of this battle my mom had to face in her own life, with me by her side.

The awareness of a brain tumor didn’t just happen overnight. She had been dealing with extreme pain in her head that radiated down the right side of her jaw for six months prior to its actual discovery and removal. Without sugarcoating the truth, it was a stressful time for me but instead of catering to my own emotional struggles in witnessing a loved one in pain, fighting a battle I couldn’t control, I put her first by uplifting her in ways I knew would help her, by exuding positivity with love. It’s something I’ve always been good at because I am love, and I am light.

So, I took my mom to practically all of her appointments leading up to surgery, including the middle of the night ER visits, to then recovery and checkups, while still maintaining a job to make ends meet for myself. I was her advocate with my medical background while also her positive reinforcer, and the brace to her backbone when we heard the chilling diagnosis of brain tumor.

Now, I am grateful to understand what tumor can mean (benign or cancerous) because for some people, they hear that “T” word and automatically assume it’s cancer. But I knew, intuitively, that all would be well because it was so; I felt it, even though my mind ping-ponged multiple thoughts and my heart felt other emotions, that one wrung true the most – that all would be well because ‘all is well.’

She faced this life obstacle head-on, like the freaking BAMF she is, and she bulldozed through it with me pushing her forward. And I’m so proud of her!

We just enjoyed our third major concert yesterday: Hootie and the Blowfish, with Collective Soul and Edwin McCain – talk about a sign (Collective Soul), ha!

During those long six months of doctors’ visits, scans, deciding whether surgery or radiation would be best… we did puzzles to combat the heaviness of it all.

It feels like we did hundreds of puzzles, ranging from 500 to 2,000-piece puzzles. Puzzles, puzzles, and more puzzles. She loves puzzles. And so do I, all kinds of puzzles, even the puzzle of life and the puzzle of the ‘collective soul.’

There are many metaphors a puzzle can represent, but we won’t go down that rabbit hole in this present moment. Instead, I’d like to take you to a particular moment in our puzzle fun.

We often dedicated time at night to do puzzles, after I’d get off work, although we worked on puzzles any chance we got. We’d sit at the kitchen table with the pieces askew, talking about random things with the TV on in the background.

We eventually figured out a good system for efficient puzzle assembly: First, take out all the end pieces and connect them, then flip over all the inside pieces face up on puzzle boards (yeah, there are such things), then assemble the inside based on pattern and/or color.

My mom always cheats by looking at the picture on the front of the puzzle box (yes, that’s cheating!), but I discovered I’m really good at seeing the bigger picture as I connect the dots (or in this case, the puzzle pieces). I can see a picture begin to develop when I look at similar colors and patterns, even if they are separated by space.

But I am also human so I don’t have all the answers right away, nor do I see all; that would make me a god, right?

One particular night, way past midnight, I was growing weary, and my brain power was struggling to find connection in puzzle pieces. I remember we were sitting in silence when I grabbed a certain piece, turned my head away from the board, and plunged the piece down onto the table as though it were a lever on a slot machine. For the fun of it, I was shooting my shot in the dark.

My hand made a bang on the table and the puzzle piece dropped out of my hand… into place.

My mom jumped and asked, “What’d you do that for?”

I looked down to see the puzzle piece had in fact landed in its rightful place, perfectly attached.

My jaw dropped and I said, “Did you see that?”

My mom looked confused.

“I just randomly put in a piece, not knowing it would actually go in,” I said.

She was shocked, and so was I, but in the BEST way.

You see, your human self is not the one who sees the bigger picture. It is what I call my “higher self” who sees it; the one who has the bird’s-eye view of my life; the “God” version of me. Yeah, I believe we all have one, and it’s part of a ‘collective soul,’ a collective consciousness.

Just like you are part of nature as a human being, you are part of a collective energy outside of this world as an energetic being. It’s why there are religions trying to explain this to you with different labels that will hopefully make sense to you. Most, if not all, religions believe in a higher power, something bigger, something grander, something more powerful than any human being existing.

There is a higher power that is all-knowing; you probably have a certain name or label for it, just like I do. And oddly enough, it makes sense to you even though you have no proof of it. Just like my ‘shot in the dark’ of the puzzle piece. I had no proof that it would work; I had no idea where my hand would land. And I certainly had no idea that it would actually work, but it did! It fit perfectly, with the help, or guidance, of my higher self, the one seeing the bigger picture.

That moment was another sign for me, to continue to trust in what I call my “higher self,” the higher power at play, guiding me to greatness, even when life seems to get dark, even when I grow weary.

It is in those moments that you must trust that all is well and that there is a higher, POWERFUL energy ready to help you, if you surrender to it. Let go of the ego, the controller. You aren’t a god on earth, but a god-like power is within you, watching over you, and it’s part of the ‘collective soul.’

Trust your intuition. Trust that there is a higher version of you existing in the Universe, existing outside of this physical reality on Earth. Call it whatever makes sense to you, but believe, because it’s true! And that’s THE piece to every puzzle.

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

Love 💖 and Light ✨

We’ll keep this “Storytime Sunday” short and sweet (like me!) with love 💖and light ✨.

I know what you’re thinking… What does she mean by love and light? She’s always talking about it.

Everything is energy – everything! What you see and don’t see. And we live in a world of duality, where opposites exist to create a balance (e.g. male/female, day/night, love/hate, light/dark). It’s a yin yang concept and our world depends on that balance. I mean even our entire spinning rock of a planet relies on balance to continue spinning, thus continuing existence.

And I think most of us are aware of darkness that exists in this world because, well, we’ve all experienced it at least once in our lifetimes. We perceive it, which means, in this dualistic reality, we also experience light. But…

I don’t just mean light in the form of visible light, like sunlight, and I don’t just mean darkness as in nighttime – when the sun is actually just hidden behind this big spinning rock we’re all connected to. I mean darkness, as well as the light, in the form of energy, but beyond the obvious perception of their dualistic meaning.

When I send out, wish you, and/or spread love 💖 and light ✨, I am speaking from a standpoint of love as “good energy” and light as “the truth.” That is what I define it as when I use it with good intentions and from a highly moral, energetic state of mind. And I have been saying it since at least 2018 (see the journal entry picture for documentation).

I know I am meant to be here on Mother Earth to spread love 💖 and light ✨ any way I can, with the power within me; and I have had the opposing side try to counteract that. But something you should be aware of is: Although this world seems to reek of darkness in terms of falsity, darkness knows it will always dissipate against the light.

Light always outshines darkness, ALL WAYS. And if you power that positive energy with love, a profoundly powerful source of energy in itself, just imagine what the world would be like. Feed into that energy, that state of mind, the one of love 💖 and light ✨. Because I’m pretty sure we know what love feels like, especially when its genuine. And when we feel it, it sparks something within us to keep spreading it because it feels good.

So, whatever you do in life, existing in this wonderful world, live it with love 💖 and light ✨.

And I’ll continue to wish you Love 💖 and Light ✨.

– Jenni B

As we inch closer and closer to a major presidential election, I’m reminded of just how GREAT this country is, the UNITED states of America.

I know the media, including social media, tries its damnedest to g.a.s.light you and me. It’s a political game of deception. But I hope you are intelligent enough to use discernment when it comes to choosing the light over darkness.

Sometimes the truth (a.k.a. “the light” as I defined in my last “Storytime Sunday” post) hurts. But I promise you, as someone who once tried to ignore the harsh truth and has experienced darkness from another person, falsity hurts WAY worse… because darkness will do WHATEVER IT TAKES to use, abuse, or end you, often resorting to violence.

Let that sink in.

Love (“good energy” as I defined in my last “Storytime Sunday” post) will do WHATEVER IT TAKES to protect you, to defend you from darkness, even if that means showing TOUGH LOVE.

Let that sink in.

We exist in a wild world where darkness exists. It does. You can’t deny it—that would be g.a.s.lighting yourself. It’s the truth and we could go down the pity road of unfortunate events but it’s important to understand that darkness must exist in this world to aid in the yin-yang balance (also what I mentioned in last “Storytime Sunday” post).

Existing in a world where darkness is eradicated wouldn’t make it this world anymore; it would make it the one above. But we’re at a turning point in our collective consciousness as human beings where we have the chance to shift, once again, in a positive direction worldwide. A chance to raise our vibration as ONE, in order to get closer to the world above, instead of the one below. And sometimes that means going “backwards” like an arrow does before being launched by a bow.

I think we all can agree we’ve gone backwards in terms of “taking a hit” and I think we’re all ready to be launched forward out of deceptive darkness. And if we each choose the light individually, we collectively raise our vibration, attuning to a higher frequency that will bring in more light with ease, thus rocketing us skyward. And that’s the kind of flow we all deserve—to fly sky high with love and light.

Over ten years ago I had an insightful chat with a woman from the Greater Middle East that completely shifted my perspective on life. It was a gift I still cherish to this day as it was a profound conversation about her life as a woman in the Greater Middle East.

She lived a lavish lifestyle in a gorgeous home made of marble and had a maid to clean it. She told me it was a luxurious life behind closed doors, but outside those doors was darkness, especially for a woman.

I will always remember that conversation for as long as I live because it was a perspective I could never imagine as a natural-born American. She told me the oppressions she faced in her country, and the reason for fleeing to America with her husband and children. “So my daughter could have better opportunities in life,” she said.

Those words pierced me the moment she said them; they still echo inside my head. And lately, I’ve been hearing them repeatedly, which got my marbles rolling.

This GREAT country, accepts and loves all. It gives opportunities to anyone seeking greatness, but only to those who are of the light and in search of the light. It keeps darkness out—for a very great reason.

People from all over the world who seek peace and freedom often come here, to the UNITED states of America. Let that sink in.

We are a democracy, always have been, thanks to the brave souls who have sacrificed for the greater good, for the collective, for all. They fought for our independence and have maintained it while also rocketing skyward to become the BEST country… in. the. WORLD! Let that sink in.

Was it because they chose hate and darkness? Or was it because they chose love and the light? Do people flee here for hate and darkness, or for love and light? Do they come here knowing they’ll have to continue to fight darkness, or do they come here knowing they’ll be protected?

Darkness lurks everywhere across this globe, but it knows it can’t outshine the light (another point I made in my last “Storytime Sunday” post) no matter how many times it tries to beat it down with falsity or eradicate it from the game.

The UNITED states of America is the leader of that light in this world, that power, that greatness; the leader of the collective in this world, which is made up of all kinds of different individuals with different backgrounds, different languages, different religious beliefs, etc. And as much as darkness tries its damnedest to infiltrate and penetrate that light, it won’t win against a leader who is of the light. And that leader is YOU!

Let that sink in.

I’ll end this “Storytime Sunday” post with the original Pledge of Allegiance, written in 1892 by Francis Bellamy:

“I pledge allegiance to my Flag and the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”

There was once a time where darkness wanted to remove The Pledge of Allegiance from schools and perhaps from history completely. Let. That. Sink. In.

Be the light, and shine bright. UNITED we stand.

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

Empathy. What does that mean to you?

If you search for a definition, you’ll find one but do keep in mind that is only one perspective on what it means. And if you use a dictionary to define the word, it’s usually a straightforward, abbreviated answer.

But similar to the definition of LOVE, Empathy has an infinite depth to its defining boundaries.

To me, empathy, in simplest terms, is feeling what another soul is feeling.

That’s an infinite depth in itself – “another soul.”

And how does one soul feel what another soul is feeling if they aren’t them? That’s the fun question to answer because… well… aren’t you them?

If we all come from one, as many people believe – one source, one Universe, one divine being, one [whatever label you wanna throw on it], then aren’t we all connected to one another?

It’s mind boggling if you really stop to think about it.

But not everybody believes that, so how can you have empathy for another?

My “Storytime Sunday” posts have been about my perspective on this human experience we call “life” and telling you about my experiences while addressing important topics.

I believe this world is at a turning point in our entire existence as human beings, and I believe it is beyond time for extreme focus on important things like LOVE, LIGHT, and EMPATHY.

I am aware some of you are going to look at me and judge me, maybe thinking ‘who am I to say something on the matter.’ And I will tell you over and over that I am not perfect, and I make mistakes – JUST LIKE YOU – but I’m brave enough to talk about something that needs a light beaming on it, and I’m brave enough to entertain another perspective that perhaps could shift my own in a POSITIVE direction (so if you feel differently, please feel free to voice your opinion on the matter; you are entitled to an opinion, JUST LIKE I AM), which in turn helps myself as well as others in making this world a better place with important discussions about LOVE, LIGHT, and EMPATHY (see my “Storytime Sunday” post from September 29, 2024 for my perceptive definitions of “LOVE” and “LIGHT”).

So, with all the chaos from these powerful hurricanes plowing through Florida, as well as many other states on the east coast of the USA, I’m going to use an example of empathy through an observational lens of a recent experience I had.

It’s about a comment I heard from someone who was watching the national news report on the aftermath of Hurricane Milton in Florida. The comment was a reaction after hearing a life-long resident explain how he has endured four major hurricanes and has dealt with the damage done from those, with Hurricane Milton causing the most.

The spectator’s comment was: “Why don’t you move!?”

My immediate thought was: That’s their home. What kind of comment is that?

But then as my observational insight continued to entertain another perspective, I thought: The spectator just didn’t understand… because it was coming from someone who has never lived in one place for more than a decade of their life. How could they understand?

With empathy, and some background information, you can begin to piece together why people react the way they react. And with that, I found empathy for the spectator. They just don’t understand because they haven’t experienced that lifestyle.

That doesn’t excuse their negative, reactive behavior though – that is a very important point to make here. But I was able to empathize with them, because I have also had negative reactions before about things I didn’t fully understand. Haven’t you? The answer should be ‘Yes,’ because you all have been children before, learning how to cope in this world, and have probably displayed negative reactive behaviors after your parents or guardians have said ‘No’ to you with a reason behind it that you probably didn’t understand at the time.

But what do you do if you don’t have background information about someone, to help assist in finding empathy? How do you, then, empathize?

And my simple answer is to remember that everyone is having a human experience. Everyone is learning. No one is perfect. And we can all find empathy within that, because we feel this about ourselves – we, as individuals, are learning, and we are not perfect.

I have not been a life-long resident of Florida, and I have not endured four major hurricanes, and I also don’t know background information about the Floridian that was interviewed, but I can certainly find empathy for him having to deal with the devastation of his home that he didn’t ask for. I’ve never experienced any of the things he was talking about, but I have empathy for him. Not sympathy… Empathy. There is a major difference.

How do you empathize when you haven’t experienced it yourself? Well, for me, I think because I have endured other forms of devastation, I then can feel what he’s feeling. Not at the same magnitude, but definitely the same defining feeling. Just like love, we all can empathize with one another because we know what it feels like. We may have different interpretations of love and the forms in which it presents itself, but it is the same energetic feeling. That’s the true beauty of the human experience I wish for people to see. But it’s not so much about seeing as it is more about feeling. And that’s empathy.

Maybe it’s just my perspective, but maybe it’s yours too, and that’s a beautiful view.

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

A day of silence for reflection.

I skipped last “Storytime Sunday” post. Did you notice?

I had a story I was going to post, but the timing of its publication felt off. It’s a good one about a beautiful soul, an NFL Hall of Famer, I had the opportunity to connect with once more. I will be sharing that magical experience next week (November 3^rd), but this week is dedicated to a beautiful soul that has departed their body and this world exactly a month ago to this day to ascend to an infinite nirvana, one that overflows with love and light. 

Instead of posting last week (October 20^th), I used the day for reflection. The light of life was a bit bright and heavy, as it feels that way sometimes – it’s life.

Seeing the light (see “Storytime Sunday” post from Sept 29^th for my perceptive definition of “the light”) doesn’t always initiate an easy acceptance of the light. Seeing isn’t believing. Believing is believing. And sometimes when the light is really bright, like the sun for example, we squint or attempt to shade our eyes completely. It’s like we’d rather hide our sight in the shadows than accept what’s true. But you don’t have to look directly at the light to become aware of it, do you? Again, take the sun for example, you don’t have to look directly at the sun to become aware of it, you can see its light shine on everything. But when you intentionally block the light, you force yourself to remain on the first step of grief: Denial.

D.A.B.D.A. – have you heard of it? It’s the acronym for the five stages of grief as established by Dr. Elizabeth Kübler-Ross: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. This ideology of grief can be applied to any reason for grief, not just the death of a loved one. Death is an obvious grief and something we believe we will experience some day, because we see it happen around us. But instead of viewing death from the limited lens of sorrow, it’s important to realize the many blessings in disguise.

Death is a powerful trigger for realization. It frames life into a new perspective. Death wakes us up to the realization that our time here on Earth is limited, and… we don’t know when it will be our time to go. I find that to be a beautiful form of light because although it feels heavy, it’s a healthy weight on the heart, a motivating one. And we build strength by handling things that are heavy, that includes realizing and accepting the light.

Death is a powerful trigger for realization. It wakes us up to the true character of a person. It’s strange how we don’t truly realize the innate power a person possesses until their passing, and I didn’t quite realize the magnitude of love and light in this particular soul until I heard countless others tell their perspective.

Many expressed their gratitude by sharing real stories about one man who used the balance of tough and gentle love to propel people forward. He uplifted. He pushed. He opened eyes by presenting a different perspective. He scolded. He joked. He brought others together. He didn’t accept “no” as an answer when seeking volunteers. He invested time and energy into future generations. And he was genuinely a good influence rather than a ruly employer. When he asked about your life, he sought out ways to help you bloom rather than hinder you, and what a rare trait that seems to be in the world nowadays. 

What I found to be most beautiful of all was the balancing act of gentle and tough love that he handled so well. He wasn’t at all like these selfish influencers telling you how you should be, but what a great influencer he was and still is. He viewed your strengths and weaknesses and used his innate power to boost the good within you. He pushed people out of their comfort zones, sometimes with tough love, and presented a new way of life to others by telling his life stories. He made endless waves that continue to ripple, while embodying love and light.

Back in 2017, I read “The Untethered Soul: The Journey Beyond Yourself” by Michael A. Singer. I am grateful I did because there is a part in the book that talks about death from an elevated perspective that helped me not only realize the blessings of death but accept those blessings as truth. I remember feeling the profound wisdom from this perspective – it awakened me – and as a memorable reminder to myself, I posted a picture on Instagram with the caption: “I am thankful for Death for it reminds me to live.”

I am grateful that beautiful soul existed as a human being in my life, influencing me. He was and truly is a good one – a real one. And although his body no longer works in this world, his soul is free to continue on. He suffered greatly and yet he remained positive, and I’m glad people acknowledged that strength of his in their eulogies. It gives me great relief to know he is at peace and no longer suffering. He deserves that freedom because he fought for goodness on Earth, inspiring other souls within his reach. 

We are all existing, all ways, but while you’re here in the physical realm as a human being on Earth, I hope you are constantly reminded to live rather than just exist. Be brave and strong. Balance gentle and tough love. Acknowledge and accept the light. Be a good influence without the need for a title like “Influencer.” There are people all around you who could benefit from your love and light.

Lift the weight on your heart above your head so you can see the light. Life is short. Make it count. He sure did, and his power will ripple through this world, forever and all ways, with love and light.

A couple years ago, I manifested a beautiful opportunity. I asked the Universe for a synchronicity… and it delivered!

I’ve had many wonderful opportunities fall into my lap. They are always answers to questions; some to questions I didn’t deliberately ask, and others that appear as blessings in disguises, if you know how to recognize them in that regard.

The opportunity I’m going to mention in this story is a synchronicity and a good one; it’s one of gratitude.

Synchronicities are part of a gamble. They involve many moving parts, including mathematics beyond the physical realm. But I have found the secret to manifesting a synchronicity is not trying to decide WHEN and HOW it will happen. Just focus on WHAT will happen… Leave the rest up to divine timing.

A few years ago, my life changed drastically. The shakeup was never in my calculated plans, but it happened and I found myself living a totally different life, briefly working for a pet-sitting company. It was a perfect money-maker for me at the time for many reasons, including being able to have a place of peace in people’s homes with their sweet pups while they were out of town.

During an overnight stay with three pups, all of which slept in a queen-sized bed with me (and I loved every second of it!), I had the opportunity to watch a documentary about someone I had been around when I was a child. The documentary was listed as a suggestion on the homeowner’s TV home page, which I find is a synchronicity in itself.

“’A Football Life’: Hall of Famer Bruce Smith” is a beautiful documentary of Bruce Smith’s life. He talked about his challenges and triumphs, and the love he has for life, including family and football. I cried during some parts because not only was I in awe of a person who exuded love and light, but I have experienced love and light from that person, so I know his love is real.

Over twenty-five years ago, my dad was part of a construction company that built the Smiths’ home. I remember the beginning stages of the home building process where just the framing was in place. My dad would bring my sister and I along for the ride to meet with Bruce some evenings and walk through the house, keeping him updated on the progress. He often brought his son, Alston along with him so as kids, we all would play; we even roller-skated through the house once.

I remember when they were able to move in, Bruce bought this huge sofa that I had to get a running start to be able to hop onto it; Alston had a room full of stuffed toys you had to crawl through. And the first (and last) time I ever went fishing was on their back dock, which you can see in the documentary: ‘A Football Life: Hall of Famer, Bruce Smith.’

Bruce, being the kind-hearted person he is, gave my family a wonderful opportunity…

In the prime of his professional football career, he asked my dad if my family wanted to fly out to see a Buffalo Bills football game, which we did! It was the first time I had been on a plane and the first time I’d ever been to a professional football game; I think I was eight or nine years old. I remember it was cold, very cold, so my sister and I played Barbies under the blanket covering my parents’ and brothers’ legs. He also treated us all to dinner after the game.

Looking back on the memories, it feels like a fun dream but it actually happened. And after I saw the documentary a few years ago, refreshing the remnants of those childhood memories, and in that state of conscious gratitude, I asked the Universe to see that man again so that I could thank him in person for being a good soul.

A few months passed after seeing the documentary and putting the thought of the synchronicity out into the Universe. I had forgotten about it the moment I sent it out, with the knowledge that the Universe would deliver… I just wouldn’t know WHEN.

It was spring when it happened. I was invited to an outdoor post-race celebration my friend ran in. Hundreds of people were there. Live music was playing. Chatter was rattling. And out the corner of my eye, I see a tall figure walking towards me. I couldn’t help but stare in surprise and mouth the name, “Bruce, Bruce Smith.” He saw me say it and stopped. I explained who I was, how I knew him, and asked how his wife, Carmen and his son, Alston were doing. I told him how I saw the documentary about him and how much I appreciated him giving love to my family, making memories with us. I got to tell him he was a good man, and a good soul, and he received that genuine love with a genuine smile and gestured for a hug, which we shared before he had to go. The conversation probably lasted no more than five minutes, but I was grateful the Universe gave me that synchronicity, so I could give love and recognition to someone who really deserves it, Hall of Famer, Bruce Smith.

Manifesting is real magic. And it happens best for those with genuine intentions. I asked the Universe to create a synchronicity, to cross paths with someone who I wanted to show deep gratitude towards, and the Universe delivered, because the Universe loves the vibration of genuine gratitude… it’s love 💖and light ✨.

The magician behind an ‘AoaM’ Moment

You ever catch yourself living in awe of a moment?

Do you find yourself retracing fading footsteps on a beach of your memories, thinking how did you even get to that moment? And then thinking if you had chosen the latter, you wouldn’t have found yourself in that moment of awe?

I captured this ‘Awe of a Moment’ a few seconds after an instant realization, an awareness… that I was living in the moment.

Not to be dramatic, but I felt free. Free to enjoy the moment. And it was fun!

In the moments leading up to this shot, my hair was wildly flowing in the pressing wind while I sat passenger side of a three-wheeler vehicle blazing through the Tampa Bay area. Looking back on this memory, I now find it ironic how this story mirrors the name of the fun ride: Slingshot.

If we pull back the slingshot of my life to 2016, I had just moved into a new apartment. It was mid-fall; I hadn’t fully unpacked or got TV/Internet installed so on a Saturday, I decided to go to a nearby sports bar to watch college football and have a meal.

I don’t find it weird at all, but I guess some find it strange that I, as a woman, would go to a sports bar alone.

I just wanted to watch college football and eat french fries, along with a sandwich; I didn’t go with the intention of attempting to mingle. I was newly single and nowhere near interested in starting a new relationship with a guy. Up to that point, they had all been problems in my life so, in my newly single life, I made a choice on my own to satisfy myself and at this particular moment in time it was to watch college football and eat french fries, then go back to my own peaceful apartment…at least that was the plan.

Sports bars are lively environments, especially in cities with professional football teams like Tampa. People are often dressed in costume, sporting their favorite player’s jersey, shouting over big plays and often cheering louder than the bar’s booming sound system of sport broadcasting. The energetic excitement seems especially loud during the fall season, or as some would call it, “the football season.”

I haven’t always been a fan of football, but have been a fan since a fairly young age after learning about the game both my brothers played in. It’s a sport that is full of intricately moving parts, balancing between strategy and luck. It’s exciting to witness one-handed catches that sometimes seem impossible to reach, or last second ‘Hail Mary’ touchdowns…and don’t even get me started on that time in 2013 Auburn beat Alabama by returning a missed field goal 109 yards with one second left on the clock – I saw that moment live on TV. I can only imagine what that stadium atmosphere felt like; I’ve only been to a few college football games in person and they are much more lively environments than sports bars.

I’ll always be a fan of sports for many reasons, and maybe I’m bias because I am an athlete myself, but there is a fiery passion that comes along with sports that ignites excitement within people, which brings me back to the slingshot of my life in 2016 at a sports bar in Tampa, Florida…

I sat a fair distance away from others at the bar, who were too busy staring up at TV screens plastered along the wall to notice I was alone. In all honesty, I didn’t exactly want to be seen anyway. I just wanted to watch football in a lively atmosphere and eat french fries – I love french fries, but not just any fry.

After I ordered a sweet tea and a chicken sandwich with fries, a young-looking fellow enters the field of view on my left and sits two seats down from me. I notice him out the corner of my eye, but I don’t look directly at him.

Again, I wasn’t interested in mingling, but I find out quickly that he knows the bartender and that he is a fan of the Florida Gators; not because he said it aloud but because he was practically drenched in orange and blue with the Gator emblem stretching across his chest and forehead.

He chats with the bartender for awhile after she brings him a sweet tea, which I thought was an ‘only-me’ thing to do – order a sweet tea at a bar. He then shouts at one of the TV screens, and I make a subtle grumbling sound in my throat after a disappointing play while continuing to eat my fries.

I don’t remember exactly how it began, but a conversation started up between this young, buff guy and me. He was kind, soft-spoken, and had a true smile – the kind where you see genuine joy light up in their eyes when they smile or giggle. And while he was respectful in his demeanor, sauced on chicken wings, he handled the gentle sport-heckling from me with light-hearted giggles, which I find is something guys love in a woman, one who has spice, a little bite, and maybe even some football knowledge.

In our football-related conversation, he mentions that he played for the Florida Gators and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, but I don’t believe him; he has to prove it to me, which he does.

I won’t mention his position.

The games continued on, but our conversation ended before the Florida game was over because he leaves… after telling me he’s going to exchange his fast car for a faster one – the Slingshot – and take me for a ride.

Now remember, I didn’t go to the bar to mingle, I went there for college football and french fries. But… something I hope everyone embraces in their youthful, single lives, especially young women, is the spontaneity of life. See where life takes you beyond what you have planned, you might just find yourself in an ‘Awe of a Moment.’

I took a chance, a risk, a ride. Life is a ride, and the thrills bring you sky high – I would know, I’ve gone skydiving.

I’m a thrill seeker. I also have great trust in my intuition and when its unfailing radar goes off, I listen. But this time it was taunting me with play, seeing which move I’d make: the safe one back home, or the adventurous one on a Slingshot. It told me either choice was going to satisfy me, but how satisfied did I want to be? I guess that’s the thrilling answer I was seeking to find out because I didn’t know where this new adventure was taking me, so the thrill was in the unknown.

You could guess, after learning I’ve gone skydiving, that my adventurous, vibrant spirit said ‘yes’ to the latter – slingshot me into an adventure; I live for it! So after about half an hour of watching football at the bar alone, he texts me saying he’s outside to pick me up and I walk out to see a sleek black Slingshot revving in the parking lot.

In 2016, this was a hot new toy for boys to play with and he wanted to ‘show and tell.’ And me, being the girl who had not only gone skydiving before this moment but also had gone 160 mph on a bike before, hopped in the open cockpit, embracing the unknown adventure.

He had music bumping and every boost of his thrust sounded off attention-grabbing growls as we zoomed by other vehicles, weaving in and out of traffic.

Even as a kid, I have loved the freeing feeling of the wind in my hair, so feeling my hair whirl uncontrollably into tangles didn’t bother me – it excited me. Or maybe it was the increasing speed limits we exceeded as he drove on, chasing an orange glowing ball of fire in the distance.

At the time, I hadn’t lived in Tampa that long to know where everything was, but I knew he was heading to the beach, and most likely to a spot car enthusiasts like to travel to, showing off their vehicles, blasting music while cruising the strip. This must be a common practice of culture in beach cities because I was attuned to this behavior, but I didn’t know that’s where we were going – I just had a feeling.

I love many things about Tampa Bay but one thing I really enjoy is driving over the bridges that stretch parts of the bay. It’s a beautiful way to see turquoise blue water sparkling from sunlight – a view I’ll always admire. And this time, I was really able to enjoy it because I was riding shotgun in a Slingshot.

It seemed like his rush in getting to Clearwater Beach was for a reason because instead of chasing waterfalls, we were chasing a sunset. He managed to pull over just in time for him to show off his ride, and for me to get out and take these shots (see pictures below).

I’m part of the last generation to live a life pre-internet, pre-social media, and although it skyrocketed at the beginning of my teenage years, I find myself caught in a predicament every moment I endure, especially when I experience the most beautiful ones, because there’s a part of me that becomes mesmerized when living in a moment, dazzled by the beauty of existence. I soak in energy of all forms: light, sound, and vibration. Like the lively atmosphere of a sports bar or football stadium, or in awe of a sunset, I find beautiful vibrancy in moments that have me questioning whether I should enjoy the moment without the need to document it or recording it as a contradicting reminder to enjoy the moment.

When I look at these pictures, I feel like I can smell the salt air and hear the seagulls keow softly in the distance under booming musical beats that drift by. I can feel the lightness of the breeze sweeping across my cheek and the warmth of the light in my eyes. I don’t want to blink and miss a thing; I guess that’s why we take pictures.

I don’t always take pictures of precious moments I endure but these shots are a reminder. In that moment, witnessing black silhouettes of life dance with a warm breeze against the background of an orange-blue sky fading into darkness, I remember telling myself to take a few shots as a reminder; to remember that when you live in the moment and make a choice based on the suggestion of your intuition… beautiful, wonderful, unknown moments of awe come of it.

My intuition didn’t disappoint. It slingshotted me to an ‘Awe of a Moment’ and for that, I am forever grateful.

I won’t mention where that adventure took me after the sun went down… or his position.

With love 💖 and light ✨ (and a dash of spice), all ways

– Jenni Bradshaw (the long-lost relative of Carrie Bradshaw)

A cop pulled me over recently.

It’s been a long while since that’s happened, several years to be more specific.

He pulled me over for a legit reason. And although I knew I was in the wrong, I still attempted to talk my way out of a ticket with legit excuses.

It didn’t work, talking my way out of a ticket, but there was a part of me that knew it wasn’t going to work. And since I knew it wasn’t going to work, having the situation go my desired way, I had an immediate awareness…that my actions were reflecting the choice I was making – to resist something I already knew to be true.

That’s the magic I hope you recognize within yourself when the nudge strikes – those moments when you are aware of the truth, but your actions are resisting it. That’s where a shifting change in choice has a chance to happen. (Ha! I like that sentence.)

I believe we all want to level up, grow, ascend into greatness, become our best selves, but that growth requires accepting your own darkness when it presents itself, then choosing how to handle it.

Adults seem to struggle with admitting when they’re wrong, especially the older they get, which makes sense because they’ve been learning all their life, they feel they should know a thing or two. But something I will continue to remind myself about is the fact that I am always learning, always growing, and always going to make mistakes and be in the wrong sometimes; it’s part of life. The part that makes a difference when it comes to growth is owning your wrongdoing rather than denying it, especially if you know the truth, and making a conscious change after that recognition.

Last week I skipped another “Storytime Sunday” post. And although I could list out the legit excuses that occupied my time that day, I failed to deliver a story – that’s the truth.

It wasn’t my desired way, but my actions reflect differently. I made a choice, a mistake, and the consequence is a letdown…of myself and anyone who could have benefitted from the story I was going to share.

So, this week I felt it was important to share that brief story of being pulled over as well as express my gratitude for that moment and the nudge of awareness of my actions.

You see, in moments of awareness of our darkness, it isn’t a time to judge or shame ourselves, it’s a time to recognize you are human, a balance of both light and dark. The part you have power over is in the choices you make, the actions you take, and the accountability of those actions.

I hope you choose the actions that feel right to you, the ones you feel deep within, and feel proud to make them. And when you do make a mistake, as you will, you accept it rather than deny it, and move forward with a changed behavior – that’s where growth and alchemy occur.

I can’t promise that I’ll never skip a “Storytime Sunday” post again – life happens but I definitely have some changes to make in my actions of commitment, dedication, and chosen duty.

And in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I find myself discovering more things to be grateful for, including my darkness. I am learning every day, making mistakes, and making conscious positive choices that will continue to aid in my ascension.

What moves me the most, and I believe us all the most, is love 💖(good energy) and light ✨(the truth). We all want to feel good and we all want the truth of ourselves… the two co-exist with their counterparts – accept those too, because they’re true.

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

You know that Tim McGraw song that goes: “I went skydiving. I went Rocky Mountain climbing. I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fumanchu…”

Well, I have yet to find a bull named Fumanchu, but I have been to the San Fermin Running of the Bulls festival in Pamplona, Spain (see pictures of 23-year-old me from 2013 in Spain). And if it wasn’t for the mob of intoxicated people dressed in red scarves and white linen, attempting the morning run for their life after partying all night long, I would have ran in the iconic race that winds a mile or so through cobblestone streets lined with high-fenced walls where prepared medical personnel hid from massive bulls being corralled amongst a sea of red and white that eventually funneled into the town’s bull fighting arena.

However, I have gone skydiving and Rocky Mountain climbing. And what a wonderful feeling it is to be able to say that I’ve done both; I am grateful for all the amazing experiences I’ve had in life thus far – all of them!

Life is meant to be full of thrills – at least that’s the idea I have in my head – of moments that give you a rushing feeling, a feeling of electricity, a feeling of excitement, and sometimes I wonder if people know what that feels like, or if they know how to recognize the feeling as such.

Being at the edge of a decision is a blessing in disguise, with the disguise being a cloak of fear, or at least what people perceive as fear.

I love being at the threshold of a decision that leads me to a new, unknown fate. I find excitement in the unknown. I love surprises, but I haven’t always felt this way.

It didn’t take skydiving for me to feel this way, but such an event was an “AoaM” moment for me (see “Storytime Sunday” Post from 11-10-2024 for explanation of an “’AoaM’ moment”).

It was the day before I walked across my university’s stage to receive a diploma for my Bachelor Degree of Science in Dental Hygiene (2011). As a graduation gift, my brother took me skydiving after I told him that’s what I wanted as a symbolic gesture for the next, new beginning in the unknown after a challenging, yet rewarding chapter in my life.

I remember a friend of mine was interested in jumping with us until I told her it was scheduled for the day before our graduation; her reasoning for denying the opportunity was that she wanted to walk across the stage to receive her hard-earned diploma. I understood and respected her reasoning, but it did not deter me from taking the risk and jumping at the opportunity to experience something new. And I did not shy away or cower as the days got nearer. Actually, when it came to the day of the jump, my excitement increased ten-fold. I was as ready as I could ever be for an unknown moment. That’s when time seemed to slow down.

The day became long as we waited for safe weather conditions to fly and jump… “from a perfectly good airplane.” And when we got the clear call to load up, I realized I was the only gal aboard.

As a first-time skydiver you aren’t exactly jumping alone. Instead, you are attached to an instructor who is responsible for pulling all the strings, which I find ironically relatable to decision making in our lives.

If we really think about it, we are the decision makers in our own personal lives, but if we have faith in a higher power guiding us when we make those decisions, there is also a safety catch of “the one pulling all the strings” or an instructor of some sort. There’s an odd sense of relief in that belief – that whatever decision you make, you know you are still being guided to a fate unknown to the present you. Trust in that guidance is where faith comes in.

[And just for clarification, my trust in the drunkenness of humanity deterred me from partaking in the San Fermin Running of the Bulls festival, not the bulls themselves, or the unwavering trust I have in my intuition – and that day my intuition was telling me it was not a good idea to run because people ruin things, especially drunk people.]

After loading up on a tiny plane that had two long benches for seats, it began to ascend thousands of feet above Earth’s solid surface, dipping and swaying like a bird with the weight of the wind. I felt butterflies begin to flutter within me, and I think some would interpret this butterfly feeling as nervousness or fear, but I interpret the feeling as thrill or excitement.

Perhaps that’s the defining difference between daredevils and the general population – they feel excitement in their risky challenges rather than fear. They define their unknown experiences from a lens of embrace rather than resistance. And although I don’t view myself as a daredevil, I do consider myself an adrenaline junkie – I love that rushing feeling. Maybe that’s why I wanted to go skydiving. Maybe it’s why I decided to move to a new state where I knew no soul, choosing to start anew. Maybe it’s why I have made a lot of risky decisions in my life of unknown adventures…

I’m always thrill seeking. Always looking to add new adventures to my story. So, when we finally reached an altitude high enough for skydiving, passing a few cloud puffs every now and then, all eyes were on me.

All the guys on the plane looked at me to be the first to jump as they claimed, “Ladies first,” with Cheshire smiles across their faces.

Maybe they were thinking I’d cower and say, “No, you go first,” but I’m not that kind of gal. Instead, I got to watch all their faces change from teasing pleasure to shocking respect when I quickly said, “Ok!”

I remember slowly stepping to the edge, feeling the power pull of the wind rip at the borrowed suit I was wearing, and being instructed to sit down with the soles of my feet touching nothing but air as the heels of my feet hooked against the bottom of the plane. I was essentially leaning out of a perfectly good airplane, gazing with a birds-eye view at the unknown space I was about to drop into.

I had no idea what it felt like to float or perhaps, freefall – do you? All I knew was I was about to find out! And what a wonderful feeling that is – to have the courage to jump in order to find out, in order to experience something new, to know what it feels like.

When you find yourself at a threshold of decision making that will affect your future, I hope you embrace the thrills of life rather than resist what you don’t already know. When exciting yet scary opportunities present themselves to you, take the risk, in my eyes, it’s always worth it. Those defining moments build your life story. Embrace, rather than resist, it all.

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

By the way, that song by Tim McGraw is called “Live Like You Were Dying.”

My twenties were the most challenging yet most rewarding years of my life (thus far). And although I’ll be leaving all the juicy details out for the autobiography I plan to write in the future, Year Twenty-Three of my existence on earth was a big one for me. At the time, I guess I didn’t fully recognize it as such a significant year of growth in independence, but it certainly was.

It was the year I bought my first car, the year I got my first apartment, and the year I traveled abroad for the first time in my life. I expanded in more ways than one.

So, what was it that made that year significant?

It wasn’t money.

It wasn’t risk.

It was determination.

But what was also significant that year was the fact that I was fully awakened to the resistance existing outside of me.

Some people, even with what may appear like good intentions, will attempt to inject their opinions of your life into you, thinking they are talking some sense into you, but all I heard was resistance. Instead of listening to negativity coming from the outsiders as if it was a daunting monster in disguise, I laughed internally at the doubts, disappointments, and potential detours.

Yes, as a twenty-three-year-old gal, I had a young, naïve mindset. And yes, I didn’t know any other girls my age making the same moves as me. But something I always lean with and will always lean with – above all – is my intuition.

I hear a voice within me. But it’s not quite like a voice I hear but more like a feeling I feel. And I trust that feeling.

Feelings, or the interpretation of emotions (energy in motion within you), have a cryptic language that requires a stack of experiences in order to know how to decipher what is being said.

I think we sometimes get lost-in-the-sauce when it comes to understanding our feelings and often resort to a false interpretation due to outside influence or whatever we’ve been taught as children.

But the year I was twenty-three, making monumental moves in my own life, I was determined to really dive into those feelings and trust my intuition over everything else.

I felt powerful then, and I feel powerful now. Not because I listened to the Negative Nancy’s in life constructing a box for me to call home, but because I didn’t – I listened to my intuition. And was determined to not sway from that divine connection.

I posted a powerful voice yesterday on Instagram as a precursor to this “Storytime Sunday” post. That voice talks about the voice within that will whisper sometimes. It’s not that you must shut up in order to hear it, it’s that you must release your restricting grip in order to feel it.

Remember that always.

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

People enjoy my energy.

I love that, but also don’t love that. Hear me out…

Everything is energy. Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, it can only be transferred or transformed. It shifts, like heat does when it’s near something cold…

And I’m hot! Hear me out…

A sweet soul gifted me this travel mug (see picture), stating it reminded them of me because I’m “so sunshiny” – those were the exact words they used.

I am naturally sunshine in energetic form – bright and warm. Like the Yang side of energy, I am mostly filled with love and light. But you’d be a fool to believe I don’t have a dark side; we all have a dark side. You’d be a fool to believe ANYONE is ONLY full of love and light, or the Yang (positivity) side of energy. That’s not physic[ally] possible on Earth for a natural-born human being.

I love that people love my energy. The energy they are referring to is the Yang energy within me. It’s infinite in potential and I am the kinetic force moving with that positivity. I use stored energy of love and light within me to spread more love and light but where is that energy coming from?

Regardless of where, or who, or what it comes from, it’s not my energy to possess. It’s not for anyone to possess, but to experience and feel. So, when I say I don’t love that people love my energy, it’s because people become possessive of me. Hear me out…

Because I radiate positivity naturally by seeing the sunny side of life, people tend to flock to such energy like a moth is attracted to a light in the night. And although it is sweet to realize the positivity I radiate makes others feel good and inspires them to be positive by seeing another perspective, there have been some people that have come into my life with a sense of needing my positivity in order to survive their own journey in darkness. I think of them as stealers of joy, taking without good intention.

Let it be known, it’s no one else’s responsibility but your own to pull yourself out of your own shadows and into the light. What I mean is, no one can make you switch your mind from negative to positive, delusion to accepting truth, only you have the power within yourself.

It’s quite draining to be the one on the other side of the constant tug of energy – being there for others, pumping them with positivity, helping them see the bright side. Positive people need refueling too, and many positive people have learned that they often can’t be around draining people. They can’t find the fill they need from another human being but rather that fill comes from a spiritual source and/or Mother Nature – she is the one who nurtures and heals us in more ways than one, while the source of infinite positivity resides outside this reality.

I’ve had to disconnect and detach from certain people throughout my life because they were so cold and I was hot, if you get what I’m saying. They were energy vampires, energy leeches, sucking all the good energy out of me, leaving me depleted.

We are meant to connect to others, but not attach. As we grow, people in our lives change and some move on. It’s a necessary growing pain of constant change. Over the years, I’ve had to learn and establish healthy boundaries for my own sanity; some of those boundaries had to include restraining orders. People want to take advantage of good energy even after being denied access, especially from an awakened woman. But I believe establishing healthy boundaries can benefit anyone.

Be sunshine for people but don’t let them drain you. That positive potential energy within you is precious. Use it wisely. And only give access to those who have good intentions.

I am grateful for this sunshiny gift. Its symbolism radiates love and light, and it reminds me to continue to freely, and courageously, be me.

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

Life is like a rollercoaster with highs and lows, twists and turns, going fast and sometimes slow across smooth and sometimes turbulent tracks. It’s unpredictable at times, sending our stomachs up to our throats, and at other times we can anticipate the speedy drop after enduring a slow, steep climb skyward. It’s the feeling of the drop we all look forward to, the thrill.

I was just shy of eleven years old when I rode my first legit rollercoaster. It was called “The Big Bad Wolf” at Busch Gardens Williamsburg, which I find ironically hilarious for several reasons, including the fact that it says on Busch Gardens Williamsburg’s website: “The wolf has returned.” The big, bad coaster will be making a reappearance in 2025. Talk about a rebirth!

Watch “BUSCH GARDENS® THE BIG BAD WOLF: THE WOLF’S REVENGE | COMING 2025” on Youtube!

I was TERRIFIED to get on The Big Bad Wolf back in the summer of 2000. I only got on because my dad forced me to. Well, he didn’t quite literally force me. Metaphorically speaking, he took me to the edge of a cliff of fear I had created within my own mind. He stated my need to face the fear I had so that I could enjoy the benefits of the jump, or metaphorically speaking, the thrill. I cried the entire time waiting in line, hearing screams echo after each coaster took a big drop. I thought about all that could go wrong.

I never once thought about what could go right.

I totally thought the Big Bad Wolf was going to end me. I even convinced myself that I was too small to be properly secured inside the coaster chair that had over-the-shoulder restraints.

I love metaphors in life, and I find many things in life are relatable. Surrendering to a higher power, or the tracks of life, is much like surrendering your delusion of fear to a fun rollercoaster. And when you feel like you aren’t big enough for a world you exist in but not designed for you, it makes it even tougher to surrender. But I did surrender, and had my breath taken away, in the best possible way. My streaming tears of fear shifted to tears of joy accompanied with uncontrollable laughter.

I did hold my breath on the last drop as I felt my heart drop to my butt.

But… Metaphorically speaking, I overcame a fear because masculinity believed I could overcome it. My dad didn’t control the coaster. He stood by me, told me it was going to be fun, and rode the ride beside me. I am forever grateful and will always remember that monumental moment in my life.

Flash forward to now, my favorite go-to rollercoaster today is the Hollywood Rip Ride Rockit coaster at Universal Studios Florida. Of all the coasters I’ve been on, I love it the most because before it begins its vertical climb, riders get to pick a song to listen to, and of all the songs I’ve heard while experiencing that ride many times, my favorite by far is “Pump It” by The Black Eyed Peas. The timing of the last ‘HA’ of the first line is divine timing. HA! Trust me.

Watch “The Black Eyed Peas – Pump It (Official Music Video)” on Youtube!

I haven’t been on Hollywood Rip Ride Rockit coaster in awhile, but I did come across the 2005 song here more recently…or maybe it came to me as a metaphor for 2025. Every time I hear the last ‘HA’ in the first line, I am immediately reminded of the drop, the power, the release.

The last of 2024 was definitely part of a rollercoaster, and now, metaphorically speaking, I’m at the top curve of that vertical climb skyward. The drop is what we all look forward to, the thrill.

So many things are happening, shifting, rebirthing – within me and within this reality. And just like the song says:

“I’m gonna be real on us… ain’t nobody got nothing on us.”

2025 is gonna be a WILDLY-FUN ride! Trust me, you’re gonna wanna jump on this rollercoaster. Things are just about to drop, in the BEST way! And I’ll be laughing the whole way. Ha, ha, HAAAAAAA!

Thank you, Universe! Let’s. Fucking. Goooo!

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

I’ve had lots of wonderful friends throughout my life, all of which I’m grateful for. Friends come and go in our lives for a purposeful reason – they fulfill an essential role in our own personal evolution. They are meant to be part of the journey to help guide us in ways we aren’t always conscious of. Our parents cannot be the only ones who raise us.

In life, growth is a lot like the graduating levels in a video game. Each level requires a new set of skills and often times with a new set of tools and guides you meet along the way.

Friends are guides for us, and I cherish the friends who are able to be honest with me – those are the best guides. If I consider someone a friend, I respect their opinion, but that doesn’t mean I disregard the respect I have for myself while respecting their opinion. You should be the most important person in your own life, and really, your own best friend.

I had a good friend that was the most honest friend I have ever had. She once even called me a “basic bitch” when I expressed my hopes in being a chosen contestant on the CBS show called Survivor. I auditioned three times for the show, but she didn’t think I was interesting enough for reality TV. Perhaps she was right about the show, but she was disrespecting me with the words she chose to use to describe me.

Without divulging the details, we eventually got to a point where we didn’t see eye to eye anymore, and she decided to—quite literally—walk out of my life. It broke my heart at the time, especially since I was enduring what I perceived to be a pretty low point in my journey and could have used a friend for comfort. But oftentimes we aren’t able to see the benefit in a seemingly heartbreaking situation, instead we just feel the hurt.

I started writing these “Storytime Sunday” posts to shine a light on the magic in life, even when things appear dark. And although in the moment it felt like I lost a friend, in actuality that friend fulfilled their role for the level I was on and was not meant to travel with me to the next level. She got up from the seat she had at my table and walked away. And I feel just as Tupac once said: “Just because you lost me as a friend, doesn’t mean you gained me as an enemy. I’m bigger than that, I still wanna see you eat, just not at my table.”

In hindsight, that moment was telling me to know my worth, let go and let people walk out of my life on their own accord, and level up. I surely have graduated to the next level and continue to ascend. I’m grateful for all the beautiful souls that have crossed my path to fulfill the role of my friend. And I have accepted that everything in life is temporary, including friendships.

I honor what I call an “Open Door Policy” in my life, meaning if anyone wants to walk out of my life they have every right to; I will not stop them. The night my friend walked out of my life, a part of me wanted to run after her and try to convince her to mend the friendship, but a much more powerful part of me said it was time to let go.

It’s a bittersweet feeling…growing up. I surely thought my life would look different and had imagined certain friends being there with me along the way but like I posted about last Sunday, I’m on a rollercoaster ride and many people can’t handle the thrill.

I can’t expect anyone to be there for me; that’s not fair. But I certainly can expect myself to be there, and I know I will continue to meet new beautiful souls that will help guide me along the journey we call life because I already have.

My advice for anyone needing help in letting go of whatever it is: Always trust the guidance coming from within – your intuition. If it tells you to let go, let go. Your intuition is your lifelong best friend. It knows you best, and it always wants you to ascend to the next level, all ways.

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

I was nineteen years old the first time someone proposed to me. Not only did they propose marriage, but they also presented a ten-thousand-dollar incentive and devised a plan to fulfill their selfish agenda.

Nowhere was I considered in the plan, only promised compensation for my potential willingness to abide by their rules.

At the time, I was in college full-time and year-round, working throughout the school year and working even more in the summer. I spent a lot of my time for a little bit of money, so ten thousand dollars seemed like a great relief.

Along with the proposed incentives, the proposer also presented a place for me to stay, a home to call my own – an apartment I would be able to enjoy all to myself with all expenses paid… just as long as both our married names were on the lease and the mail. He proposed that he would be staying elsewhere.

At first, the plan sounded well thought out and like a life of luxury, having everything paid for.

Nowhere in his terms or tone of voice was there anything along the lines of romanticism, only strategy laid out to execute delusion of authority.

A man and a woman married. Who would question it?

When this elaborate plan was revealed to me, I was standing on my own, face to face with a man much older than me. I’m amazed at how mature and intelligent I was back then because I feel like I was just a young gal entering “the real world” not designed for a sovereign being like me, a single female.

I didn’t have anyone with me or nearby to save me. Even if I screamed no one would hear me. It was only me protecting me.

In that very moment of my life, I was the one who had a choice; I was the one who had a voice. I was the one who stood on my own two feet, actively listening to every word this man proposed in order to secure his unstable life.

I held my gaze against his striking stare, letting him know I am powerful too.

As I heard his solemn song, I saw this proposer was desperate for a way out of darkness, reaching for any opportunity, taking advantage of a giver. And I find this has been a common thread throughout my life – being taken advantage of, but it seems I’m not the only woman who has experienced this.

I always find a way to see the light. It’s everywhere in everything and in everyone, even those who seem so clouded with darkness. Some are just too far in darkness to recognize the light, while others in darkness recognize the light and take advantage of it.

In that moment of my life, at nineteen years old, I recognized that not only was I being taken advantage of, but I was the light; I had the power.

I had a choice to make, and I made it in the moment. I presented my defense and although he was not happy about it and threw a few more incentives at me, he finally accepted my denial and respected my choice to walk away, free as a bird.

I told him everyone in my life knows I will never get married. I have been saying that since I was young. I love the idea of a life-long committed relationship with one person, a male partner who actively listens and respects my sovereignty.

One too many guys have this idea that they are the only leader in a relationship. Well, it’s beyond time this mindset shifts. Women are leaders too.

I lead my own life, I shine my own light, regardless of any incentive thrown my way to knock me out of balance. The choice is always mine and I choose to do what’s right, by being the light.

Stand your ground. Hold your gaze. Shine your light.

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

There are so many stories I want to tell; so many that could help people see the light.

When it comes to these “Storytime Sunday” posts, I’m not exactly following a theme other than spreading love and light by talking about events that have happened in my past. I write from my own experience, my own perspective.

There are moments in our lives when we feel the magic so much that it stores its light in our sky of memories as stashed stars of energy for when we are feeling low and need a pick-me-up. But those moments are only recyclable if you practice remembrance.

Reminisce on the good moments of your past to spark positivity in the mind by recalling the emotion back to the heart.

It’s easy to get caught up in a dark moment. Sometimes we must endure dark moments in order for us to find the light – to become aware. But in those moments when you notice your mind drifting towards a dark swirling cloud of negativity, even though it may look like fun chaos, it’s important to shift your perspective on something positive BEFORE you spiral that dark cloud of thoughts into a tornado that ruins your day, your possessions, and possibly your life.

A dark cloud of thoughts can most certainly be transformed into rainbow vapor by you simply thinking of sunshine.

I have so many good and precious memories. They range from big events in my life to the smallest, silliest notices – and I appreciate them all.

And although I have previously mentioned the thrill behind ‘living in the moment,’ it’s also important to reminisce with gratitude and sometimes… to change your attitude.

In the moments when you recognize your mind spiraling deeper into negativity with memories you have put away on the shelf you’ve labeled as ‘darkness,’ quickly shift your mind to a positive thought by recalling a memory that makes you smile or laugh. This isn’t to disregard the thoughts at hand but instead, to shift a negative state of mind to a positive one by shifting gears.

Sometimes we need to be shaken to awaken.

I have quite a few funny memories that I can quickly reference from the memory bank, but there’s one that often ignites a blaze of positivity within me every time I think about it. It’s such a simple moment full of innocence and mischief, freedom and carefree feelings. It makes me immediately stop what I’m thinking about so that I can go there again in my mind’s eye to experience the moment by feeling how I felt then. I smile and giggle every time…

A matted mix of blond curly ringlets shone brightly in the evening sunlight, gently lifting with each warm breeze that swept by whenever it pleased. Not only were birds singing softly but a little voice hummed along to herself as she worked her hands through a bucket of brown muck she proudly collected from the grounds nearby. She wore a white t-shirt fit for a man three times her size where the bottom hem occasionally grazed her tiny calves, completely exposing her muddy bare feet, while the oversized sleeves brushed against her wrists instead of her biceps, like it did when her father wore the shirt. The rest of her body was hidden underneath what appeared to be a large, blank canvas.

I sat a short distance away on a platform perch, minding my own business while also watching her mind her own business. I didn’t hum along to her and the birdsongs that were playing in the background, but I was listening.

Smart phones didn’t exist at the time, but the game Snake did on my Nokia phone, so I played while she played. It wasn’t until her humming suddenly stopped did I shift my full attention to her. What happened next was unbeknownst to me.

It felt as though time had stopped for a brief second. The birds continued to sing, and the breeze remained the same, but the little girl in the white t-shirt leaning over the big bucket of muck fell silent for a long enough moment for me to pause my thoughts just to hear and watch her synchronize her melodic syllables of “la, la” to the rhythmic pats of her muddy palms against her own rump.

To my utter surprise, her mischievous behavior painted a beautiful picture of perfectly-pressed handprints of brown against her white-shirted bottom. I couldn’t help but burst into laughter, which altered her attention to the situation at hand. She giggled back, then continued to hum her song while creating her muddy masterpiece.

That memory is sunshine in my heart, and it will remain that way for eternity. I know you have a sunshine memory you can find in your heart, too.

Lift yourself up by shifting gears from head to heart. You may not notice it in your head at first, but your heart will be light.

Notice your drift. Shift your focus. Raise your frequency.

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

Have you heard of the new trend?

Something about meeting your younger self for coffee.

What if it was something you’ve actually done?

Maybe not ‘meet for coffee’ exactly, but what if you’ve met your younger self? What if you’ve already met your older self?

Well, you might be mind blown to realize you have met your younger and older self…

You just weren’t aware of it at the time.

Recognizing magic in everyday life requires awareness. It requires you to open your eyes, all of them, especially the one inside your mind.

When I was a kid, I had a crystal-clear vision appear within my mind’s eye like a movie. I remember seeing a white light flash inside my mind as if some giant firework had just exploded right in front of my eyes. I watched in awe as its magnificent brilliance slowly faded to focus into a glowing yellow orb setting high in the daytime sky.

In the mind movie, my then self—a mere child no older than ten—stood barefoot on what looked like my parents’ driveway. I had on a pink ribbed tank top and multicolor biker shorts – the style of a 90’s kid in the summer. I watched my dirty blond hair wave gracefully in the breeze that was somehow visible through wispy ribbons of misty white smoke swaying all around me. But instead of noticing what maybe I should have registered in my mind as unusual, I found myself captivated by the way the sun was shining on me.

Shimmering streaks of blond twinkled in the sunlight as if my hair was fairy hair tinsel but it wasn’t; it was glittery magic. Nothing else was visibly present. Only blurred clouds of white-yellow light filled in the space around me. And although I was watching myself as if I was someone else, I felt myself being soothed by the softened sound of songbirds singing while feeling the warmth of a soft subtle breeze gently grazing my cheeks.

As if the movie was playing in slow motion, I watched my younger self close her eyes and lift her chin up to the sky, directing her attention towards the sun. My attention followed her lead and shifted only to notice a young woman standing before me with wavy auburn hair. I couldn’t quite see her face because the sunlight behind her was so vibrant. All I remember is her brilliant smile and seeing her gracefully reach her arms out to hold me, and I let her.

I watched as we held each other for awhile but I also felt so warm, like I, too, was in the embrace and we both were embraced by the sun itself. And I remember—even with my younger self’s eyes closed in the mind movie—sparks of colorful light intertwining with the ribbons of misty white smoke all around us.

As the child in this woman’s arms, I remember the feeling of letting a long sigh of relief out; I watched the rise and fall of my chest happen with my mind’s eye. And I somehow felt like, for the first time, that I wasn’t alone in the world; this woman was with me, and I somehow knew she was/is with me all ways.

When the mind movie ended, I was still in an embrace with this woman. I didn’t want to let go. I felt like she got me. But, in the moment, when I noticed myself coming back to reality, I remember hearing someone telling me to remember this moment. It wasn’t exactly a voice I heard but a feeling I felt deep within me. And somehow I knew that woman was me in the future.

So, with this fun social media trend going around, building up some sort of fantastical idea, I hope you actually get the chance to remember meeting your younger self. I’m sure you already have… you just don’t remember.

If I ever meet my younger self [again], I will smile that same big smile, hug her with all our might, and tell her to remember. She doesn’t remember it all quite yet, but deep down, she knows. Oh, she knows.

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

Cudi a.k.a. my “Cudi Baby,” “Tooty Boy,” “Too-too,” “Sweet Boy,” “Baby boy,” “Cud,” “Cudi Buddy,” “Cud Bud,” “Toots,” and whatever sweet and/or weird pet name came to mind in the moment… lived a GREAT life, just shy of fifteen years.

I wish I knew his birthday but the man who sold him to me for $100 cash wasn’t exactly sure about the date of his birth, nor did he seem to care, but I’m guessing he was born sometime in late spring of 2010.

I’d like to think that I gave Cudi a better way of life but really my family gave him a better way of life and in return he gave us all a better way of life. I am tremendously grateful for all the love that continues to surround him. I know his love will resonate for a long time, a lifetime for me.

Some of his most favorite things were being my brother’s shadow, climbing trees, eating trees, rope swinging, trotting in the snow, snuggling, digging holes in the sand while barking his head off, sliding down playground slides like a kid, sunbathing anywhere sunshine was, snuggling some more, napping, hiking to the bay on a hot summer day but only going far enough into the calm water where his belly could touch and he could still stand (he definitely was not a fan of swimming haha). He loved lots of things but most of all, he loved Love; he was Love.

Back in the summer of 2010, when I was approaching my final year of dental hygiene school at Old Dominion University, I lived on campus in a spacious apartment building with three other roommates. Campus wasn’t as busy in the summertime because of the limited class offerings but this particular summer, two of my roommates also had classes and for fun, we often hung out with a friend who stayed in a house nearby with two pitbulls.

I am a lover of all dogs but after I met my friend’s pitbulls, I instantly fell in love with them as they were unique characters; unlike any dog I’d met before. When around them, I often found myself in laughter because of their playful behavior, which I felt was done on purpose at times to bring joy – like they somehow knew what they were doing beyond the actual action. I always looked forward to seeing them and felt like they behaved in a way that was humanlike. So simply experiencing their existence for the first time inspired me to get a pitbull pup. I guess, in a way, you could say I fell in love at first sight.

Although at first it felt like making this sole decision meant I was getting a puppy for myself, at the time, our family dog was also nearing the rainbow bridge so I knew my family’s spirits would be lifted with a puppy around, especially for my brother.

I got Cudi off of Craigslist back in the summer of 2010 from an area that some people might call “the hood” or a dangerous area with a high crime rate. As a broke college student at the time, Craigslist was deemed a decent site for buying things locally although it had a reputation for sketchy transactions. Looking back on this decision now, it seems pretty reckless, but I have found the most wonderful stories of my life are the unpredictable ones, the ones that just feel right but seem illogical. That’s Love, right?

I don’t remember exactly what day it was–felt like maybe sometime in June or July 2010–and I don’t know exactly what made me pull the trigger on the idea of actually getting a pitbull puppy, but what I do remember is making the call and talking on the phone with the man advertising for blue pitbull terrier puppies.

My young, naïve mind didn’t think long about getting a puppy, or really the consequences – there are consequences to every choice in life. The only certainty I had in my mind about getting a puppy was the thought of a male blue-brindle pitbull terrier with blue eyes.

Luckily, my friend who had the pitbull dogs was able to go with me to find my new blue-brindle pup in “the hood.” Of course, I was super excited but also nervous about the transaction. I didn’t really think about what I was getting myself into, just going with the flow.

When we arrived at the address the man gave me over the phone, there were several people standing outside in the grassy front yard of the house. I sensed we were at the right location although I didn’t see any puppies running around.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later did a man come out of the house with a big green bucket full of pitbull puppies that he dumped out onto his front porch as if it was a bucket of water. I’ll always remember the sweet chirps of their young barks and the scattering of blue-patched blobs of white, except for one that was neither blue nor white.

As the runt of the crew, Cudi wasn’t the first one to flop out of the crowded green bucket, but he was the first to bolt straight down the front steps, right towards me without looking elsewhere.

I’ll always remember that specific moment in my life because I felt like time had slowed just enough so that I could savor all the details, storing a ‘Movie Moment’ in my treasure box of happy thoughts. I’ll always remember the unwavering determination plastered across his tiny little face on that sunshiny day. He instantly showered me in love with kisses and happy hops, like almost all puppies do.

But he wasn’t at all what I was looking for. Although his eyes were crystal blue and he had a brindle pattern, he had no trace of blue in him. In fact, his siblings also looked nothing like what I was told over the phone; they all were mostly female and white with patches of blue. Cudi was a Red Nose Pitbull Terrier.

I remember being irritated by the false advertisement, and didn’t exactly hang on to Cudi at first, but he didn’t seem interested in seeing anyone else. He stayed with me, and I quickly found myself falling madly in love with an orange-brown brindle pattern pitbull.

$100 was all it took to walk away with Cudi. He rode in my lap while I sat passenger side of my friend’s ride. I’ll always remember how tiny and squirmy he was that first day, bursting with excitement. Maybe he somehow knew he was about to live an awesome life, or maybe he was just always a happy pup, because he was.

I had the privilege of being Cudi’s sole support for the first few months of his life.

I’ll always remember that first night he slept in my apartment, under the covers of my full-size bed with his head on the pillow, eyes level with mine. And I’ll always remember bursting out in laughter because in that moment it felt like his wild-puppy-self transformed into a child with fur and a look on his face that said I was the strange one.

Throughout his life, there were many things Cudi did that were more childlike than doglike. He loved a playground, especially going down the slides and would sometimes find a way to sneak out of our grasps just to have us chase him down the street to the park. He would actually run a short distance, stop and wait for us to get closer before continuing the pattern, as if he was telling us: “Let’s go play!” And we would stop what we were doing to go play. He just wanted to have fun, so we were never really mad at him. How could we be?

In fact, when he lived in my campus apartment, he chewed up my favorite heels while I was in class but when I got back, I could see he felt guilty without having to reprimand him. Plus, who was I to be mad at him for being bored and teething as a pup. I’ll always remember that sweet innocent face and the look in his puppy-dog-begging eyes.

I took care of Cudi on campus until late summer when my roommate got caught walking him out of our building. No pets were allowed in campus housing, but people often snuck their pets in and out. I knew it was only a matter of time before he was noticed, forcing me to bring him home to my family.

I’ll always remember the first thing my mom said when I told her the news…

“You got a vicious pitbull!?”

Yep, it’s true…

Pitbulls are stereotyped as vicious creatures but never was Cudi vicious. He was a sweetheart to us and everyone around him his entire life. Even when he got bit in the face, he did nothing about it but walk away calmly.

I’ll always remember watching how quickly my mom and the rest of my family fell in love with him and his floppy ears. He was smart, loyal, funny, and special… really special.

I’ll always remember canceling his neutering appointment the morning of because I felt inhumane… I loved him so much I didn’t want him to experience that unnecessary pain. And I’ll always remember how much we all wanted to breed him – we thought about it many times throughout his life, because of how awesome and beautiful he was. He would’ve been an awesome dad pup, too!

I’ll always remember watching his little legs dangle on each side of my short forearm as I carried him up and down several flights of stairs for potty breaks, walks, and car rides to and from ODU. And the time a random girl kissed him while he rested his head on my shoulder, which I only knew about because the guy she was with said, “Did you just kiss some random person’s dog?” To which she replied, “He’s just so cute!”

It was true. He was so cute, then and his entire life! He never really looked his age. I have my brother to thank for that; he kept Cudi strong and healthy.

After Cudi adapted to his new home in my family’s home, thirty minutes from campus, I graduated and moved back home for a couple of years before moving into my first apartment in 2013. I couldn’t take Cudi with me because his breed is restricted in certain rental properties, but my family seemed to be happy about the idea of him staying. I was only fifteen minutes away from home, so it never really felt like I was missing out on his life until I moved to another state. That’s when it really hit me that the dog who chose me was now going to continue his short life without me as a witness.

That realization is still a tough pill to swallow but as much as I loved Cudi, I truly got Cudi for my brother and my family. I knew Cudi would brighten their days, being the best buddy a human could ask for, especially after our other dog passed. There’s a void that’s hard to fill in a home when a family loses a pet. Cudi was family and he was everybody’s best buddy, mine included.

I’m so grateful for the beautiful messages I have received; stories people have shared with me about Cudi… like his love for blankets, how cute and sweet he was, and how he was the only dog their dog got along with in the neighborhood.

He was loved by all except the ones who judged him purely off his looks, but even those people’s opinions were changed after encountering Cudi. And I’d like to think that Cudi knew what he was doing on Earth.

Cudi was aggressive in breaking the stereotype surrounding pitbulls. He challenged the false narratives about pitbulls. He forced people to keep doors open, including the ones to their hearts. He lifted the spirits of people and animals alike. And he did it all by being Unconditional Love.

We did everything we could to keep him going but the truth is: We all have an expiration date. It was hard to make the call, but we knew Cudi would never give in to Death – he was a fighter!

Instead of deeply focusing on the sharp sorrow I feel when I think of Cudi, knowing I can no longer physically touch or see him, it’s important to shift my focus and find the magnificent magic of his life…the transcendence of his love.

There’s always a light in darkness.

Cudi was a brilliant light, full of Unconditional Love, existing in a world that often viewed him as a scary beast.

He was Love, always Love. He never wavered.

I am grateful Cudi lived a fulfilling life, surrounded by so much love. And I’m so grateful he chose me to love as well as allow me to witness his love radiate out into the world even after his body is no longer in existence. He touched the hearts of everyone he came in contact with just by being himself: The living example of Unconditional Love.

There is much I am leaving out. I want to keep some things for myself and my family – we deserve that – and writing this was harder than I thought. Even harder looking through pics – How could I possibly select the best ones? There are so many!

I am truly honored to have been a part of his life story. He changed my life for the better. He changed a lot of lives for the better with love (good energy) and light (the truth).

Love you forever and all ways, Tooty Boy! You beautiful, beautiful soul! Your light continues to shine on us all!

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

It’s difficult for me to pick just one story in my life to emphasize the magic of women. The everyday magic that women orchestrate behind the scenes, without a spotlight to step into, without taking a well-deserved bow for their efforts which often deserve standing ovations.

I’ve been reflecting a lot on my life here lately. My thoughts and emotions have been swirling into tiny tornados, attempting to rip my peace to pieces. Unpredictable twists and turns of this path I’ve been traveling on has brought gratitude to the forefront of my mind, keeping me focused on the positive.

I’m so grateful for the feminine entities in my life that have lifted me, even when I didn’t plead for them to. It’s like they can hear without their ears and see without needing vision.

How is it us women just know?

Our intuition is connected to a magnificent power, a power much bigger than humanity itself.

I’ve been thinking of ways to show my appreciation for these wonderful women. They never ask for recognition because I believe they know what they are – superhumans in disguise.

Today, I received an orchestrated stroke of magic…a text from a woman I adore who simply said she was thinking of me and that she loved me.

I get these sorts of messages often, as well as send them out often. Ones that say ‘I love you’ blatantly and others that say it subtly. It’s all part of the magnificent power I get to feel – love! And I get to feel loved daily.

What an amazing gift a woman is to this yin/yang world! Humanity would not exist nor survive without her.

I have found the magic in everyday life is always around, even when your mind seems to think otherwise. Because somewhere in this dualistic world, there’s at least one woman who loves you, but I’d make an educated guess and say it’s way more than just one.

Women are superhuman – we have enough love within us for others. We always have; we always will. All ways.

I just wanted to briefly breathe an emphasis on the magic that women bring to this world every day. We are the orchestrators of everyday magic.

I love all of you beautiful souls! Thank you for being the love and light in my world!

With love 💖 and light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

The magic of everyday life.

It’s not something you can simply identify and place inside a box.

Magic does not abide by the rules of confinement, or by any man-made rules, really. It moves swiftly with invisibility, swaying you in ways you can’t quite comprehend. But I think I found the perfect analogy to help you in recognizing the presence of magic in your life. It’s always there.

I often drift deep into thought while driving – don’t we all? Perhaps it’s the vibrational humming that soothes the nervous system. Or maybe it’s the revolving scenery of greenery and constant change in direction.

I think, in a way, we all like to wander and wonder.

Exploring the world we are born into requires exactly that – wandering and wondering. It’s part of the growing process, and we all are meant to grow. But experiencing life doesn’t always require your movements, or your control. In fact, there’s something else at play every day of your life that you may have dismissed away in your mind as unimportant when it’s been supporting you all along your journey.

This is going to require you to release your ego and open your mind, and I know many of you don’t remember how to do that consciously, but maybe this analogy will help spark your memory…

Driving a vehicle is a lot like living as a human being. Your body is your vehicle. It has complex systems that coordinate with one another to allow for biological function. But inside the vehicle is the driving force (the soul energy within the body). And although you are the driver of the vehicle (the one who thinks they are in control), there are many things at play beyond your control of the vehicle.

For one, you don’t control the weather, road, or traffic conditions. You also don’t control other vehicles around you, their intentions, or the outcomes of their actions.

Yes, you have your hands on the wheel of your own vehicle but even you aren’t consciously aware of all the seemingly small, connected components doing their part to allow for your safety of existence within the vessel. And still, here you are simply sitting still as a soul within a body, watching life happen around you. That’s the magic within – your energy, your soul.

While driving, in a seemingly stagnant position, we remain steady while everything else moves around us. You are the driver of your own body, but you aren’t the only one in control – there is magic moving you beyond your comprehension, beyond your control. You’re just sitting in the driver’s seat, driving your own vehicle in a world that operates under the control of yet another, or perhaps many others; many moving parts that are coordinating with one another. It’s a sort of rhythmic dance, and yes, you have the ability to manipulate it based on your own individual choices, but you’re not the only one making the calls in your own life because in the end it’s not about you as an individual spirit being human; it’s about ALL – the collective.

So surrender to the higher power at play; you can’t take all the credit, even in your own life. Call it whatever you want but realize there is magic happening within you and all around you, without your control. It’s up to you to not only see it and respect it, but to act on it – use the powerful magic for collective consciousness. Otherwise, you’re only just a spectator of the magic show.

[Moving] with Love 💖and Light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

“April Fools” is a child’s game, but many of you fools think you’re still getting away with your shady, sly pranks on a daily basis.

Ha! For your entertainment, or rather mine, you should know… I always have the last laugh. All ways.

I’ve done “April Fools” pranks. Nothing too extreme, except for the last year I actually participated in the silly game.

You see, life is a game, and if you know how to look at it as such, you can have fun with it in any circumstance. Just ask the demon-infested minds of the fools I’ve dealt with. I laugh in their faces… and they never know what to do with that.

Some may think I’m crazy. Some have called me a “Witch.” Other fools have dared to call me a “Bitch” and have seen a glimpse of what they think is the “crazy witch” within me. I have said it before and I’ll say it again, to remind you… Don’t fucking mess with me. I’ll ruin you.

You see, it’s cute to be all about love and light, but holy moly if you are oblivious to the dualistic world we all exist in… WE ALL HAVE LIGHT AND DARK WITHIN US. No one here on Earth is a true saint. NO ONE. Not even a newborn baby. If you’re human, a real human, you have good and bad within you. And jokes on you if you want to ignore it.

The thing is… my constant vocalization of being love and light is a REMINDER – to myself and to you. That you have intertwined forces of the most POWERFUL sources of energy within you and YOU have the choice to use either or for your benefit but also for the benefit of THE GREATER GOOD – something you’re already part of, like you’re part of nature, whether you like it or not.

LOVE and LIGHT both have opposites that exist within you, and I could shine a light on them. I could give so much attention to the other… but what kind of energy will that bring? Exactly. So yeah, I’m going to keep spreading LOVE (“Good Energy”) and LIGHT (“The Truth”).

Don’t get me twisted… you don’t know me. My posts are a fraction of a fraction of my being, my very essence. I’m no fool. I know what I’m doing… at all times. It’s YOU who doesn’t know. But if you’re here, reading these words… I know you wanna know. And you should cause I’m a real one. One with all energy and in the driver seat of them all.

So, fool, I started these “Storytime Sunday” posts to help you. I’ve already figured it out… how to use the magic in life to surround me with more love and light. I’ve already figured out to use magic to block out negativity. I’ve already figured out how to balance my own energy to defend myself against the demons that approach me on a daily basis. You think only good ones are out here rocking the world? Oh, you think it’s only bad ones? Your perception is warped.

Wake up, fool! I pity you. Your savior is within. Wake that one up. Put the fool to sleep.

I would love to share the stories of the real fools I’ve dominated. I have literally laughed in the faces of those demons. They have no power over me, or you if you’re strong in your own faith… the faith of yourself, your own power. Not some other entity you perceive outside of you. Your perception is warped. And I’m the living proof. Read all my “Storytime Sunday” posts and you’ll see the magic. Or you won’t with that warped perception.

With Love 💖and Light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

I’ve mentioned in previous “Storytime Sunday” posts about how there is always light even when things seem dark. But sometimes it’s really hard for us to see the light (the truth) when in the moment. Why? Because we are emotional beings, meaning we have egos that sometimes get in the way. This isn’t exactly a bad thing, and your ego isn’t a bad thing. Your ego is necessary for your protection. It’s only attempting to do its job, but it’s YOU that has to learn discernment, or what I like to think of as “the lean” towards a side.

Yeah, you’ve got two “sides” to you constantly battling to be heard and respected, both light (true identity) and dark (false identity), both higher self and ego as well as a multitude of other dualistic qualities. Some might refer to their higher self as “the angel on their shoulder” and refer to their ego as “the devil on their shoulder,” both telling them (the self) what to do. I mention all of this because the story I’m going to tell involves both parties at play, but time and distance separated the two.

When I became a dental hygienist, I believed I was going to be doing a lot of good in the world. I loved the idea of helping people with their health. I often told my patients that I was simply the messenger, or the one who knew the information and could translate it in a multitude of ways to appeal or make sense to the individual. Everyone is different and I learned very quickly about people’s trust issues with the health system. Yes, dental is part of your overall health and quite frankly, your mouth is a portal to your body, so whatever you put in it is important (Duh! Right? You’d be surprised how many people mentally separate their mouth from their body.).

As the years went on in my career, I continued my education through seminars and webinars (like dentists, dental hygienists are required to complete a certain amount of Continuing Education courses every year in order to maintain their licenses to practice), I discovered there’s darkness in the dental world that I was promoting without my full awareness. But I didn’t become aware of a certain aspect of the darkness until I met a particular individual outside of the dental office. This particular person was someone I began “talking” to, which is often referred to as some sort of pre-dating phase, or when you’re just beginning to get to know someone. Of course, within the very first few conversations, he quickly learned that I was a dental hygienist, and he quickly let me know his perspective on fluoride.

Now, this was several years ago but if you look up information on fluoride now, you’ll easily find some not-so-good stuff. When this individual voiced his perspective on fluoride, he was clearly angry by calling it “poison” and “inhumane” for me to promote it.

In the dental world, dental hygienists are often harassed by their bosses to push fluoride onto patients getting it, stating their guaranteed compensation from insurance companies. (Business, am I right?).

Over time, I learned about many other ways to prevent tooth decay. Do you want to know the safest, most cost-effective way to prevent tooth decay? Clean your teeth daily, especially at night! (You’d be surprised by how many people only clean their mouths in the mornings when typically, you eat all day long and then sleep for hours at night.).

When I had this fluoride debate with this particular individual, who did not have a degree in the dental field, I was enraged by their perspective, thinking it was warped by misconstrued information. My ego quickly stepped in when I personally felt attacked by his words.

Needless to say, I did not continue entertaining this person’s antics, but his words stayed with me. He wasn’t angry out of spite; he was angry out of love! He felt strongly about his perspective after doing his own research, and he was showing me compassion disguised as anger.

It took me several years to finally start to unveil the illusions in a field I thought was built to help people. Instead, I saw the ugly truth of the matter. The point of this story is not to start a debate over fluoride, but it is a great example of noticing when you’re on the “wrong side” of things if you are meant to do good in the world. I got to a point in my career where I no longer felt like I was doing good but instead, was aiding in the harm of delusion.

You see, it’s so easy to be bad in this world. I once had a professor who said that every day, and it’s true. I’m not here on Earth to make money, working a life-long career that my soul dies in. I’d rather survive a million ego deaths, because ascension requires it.

It took me several years to build up the courage to go against “the system” and get out when I had no idea of how I was going to be able to afford my life. I pity those who choose to do bad just to continue to receive a paycheck. How disgusting. But… I also understand it’s a complicated world we exist in.

If you can’t get beyond your own ego, how do you expect to ascend, or grow in a positive direction? How do you expect to do good in the world?

My simple yet not-so-simple advice: The next time someone voices their opinion about a topic and they seem so passionate about it, although you first perceive their energy as anger or whatever negative emotion you want to mislabel it as, I hope you choose to lean to the right side after hearing “the angel on your shoulder” shouts this loudly into your ear: “Just listen.” Your ego doesn’t have to react immediately in your defense. More than likely, the thing that is said has nothing to do with you personally but has everything to do with the Divine message you need to hear and receive.

This life, your life, is much bigger than you. Listen to a different perspective. It might just change your life for the better.

With Love 💖and Light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

You know those seemingly trivial conversations from past relationships where a particular word or phrase becomes so significant to you that it occasionally replays in your mind until you choose to let it go? We all have those memories. And we have those memories for a reason – everything happens for a reason. Those memories are important in the realization of ourselves, our true selves. Sometimes those moments become eye-opening, and maybe even life-changing moments. And sometimes those moments are meant to be stored as memories within our heads like audio recordings from a podcast that you can tap into whenever to remind or confirm to yourself how powerful you are.

A previous relationship, or rather situationship, I entertained in the past presented a significant moment in my ever-evolving conscious awareness. The person not only pointed out something to me about myself but also became envious of me because of the truth. He despised the fact that I was happy and found peace every day regardless of any situation I dealt with, even though that point in my life was what I would perceive as the lowest point of my life in terms of physical reality and status by societal norms; some might refer to this point in life as “rock bottom.”

We all endure challenges everyday whether we want to or not. And although we do not control the world or every aspect of life, we most certainly control ourselves in the matter of choice.

Happiness is a choice. You get to choose how to feel every waking moment of every day and although people and situations (or situationships) will test your power in this game of life, it is within your power and your right as a spirit being human on earth to remember what you are and choose how to feel with your freewill.

I am Love 💖. I am Light ✨. And so are you.

In the snippet of the conversation I remember, the person’s attitude behind his perception of me was negative. Instead of him being happy seeing me smiling, giggling, and giving genuine love every day, he envied me so much to the point of him not wanting to be around me anymore – not because of me, but because he couldn’t handle the truth in the matter, nor change his own behavior to reflect happiness.

People in my past have tried to bring me down to their level of negativity, to their lower frequency, rather than doing the conscious work themselves to raise their own frequency – this is from all relationship types, not just romantic ones. Can you guess what I do to combat this? I laugh and/or do something silly, like a dance or some kind of jig to not only shake off their negative vibes but to also let them know what I’m all about – enjoying life in every waking moment at the best of my ability. I’m only responsible for myself, but I certainly try to inspire others (hence why I write these stories) by being a living example.

NOW is a significant point in everything. A perfect chance to remember what you are at the core. Regardless of what anyone says or does towards you, you know what you truly are, you’ve just forgotten. All you have to do to remember is simply choose to be happy NOW, in the moment, regardless of the circumstances. And if you slip up, like we all do sometimes as human beings, just check yourself by bringing your awareness, or your focus, on your state of being. Be real with yourself. Remember, you are Love, you are Light. Laugh the situation off, shake it off, or dance it out. Only you have the power to raise your own frequency. Only you allow that shift to happen.

You don’t owe anyone an explanation behind any of your choices, including the choice to be happy regardless of any of your situations or perception of said situations. All you have to do RIGHT NOW is be happy and trust that you are on your highest path for the greatest good and that all is working out in your favor because you are simply enjoying the present! (Do you hear the song playing inside your head, too? “Because I’m happy! Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth! Because I’m happy!” Love you, Pharrell Williams! You beautiful, BEAUTIFUL soul!)

The word “enjoy” can also be read as “in joy” because in fact you can be in joy in every waking moment. The choice is yours, regardless of what anyone says. Only you know your power – the love and light within you. Allow it to fill you up, surround you, protect you, and guide you. It always steers you true, all ways!

And always remember, I love you! I forgive you! I ascend with you! All ways!

With Love 💖and Light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

P.S. Pharrell Williams’s song “Happy” was #1 in 35 countries when it was released. Chyeah buddy! Happiness is the UNIVERSAL truth, and the WORLD felt its power through his music! So fun!

P.P.S. I also love singing lyrics differently from what they actually are (don’t we all do that sometimes?), so I like to sing along to the part of “Can’t nothin’ bring me down, my [Love] is too high to bring me down!” Do you sing it that way too!?

P.P.P.S. My level is also too high to bring me down! Because I’m happy ascending to the highest frequency of Love and Light, all ways! Weeeee!

Back in 2007, when I was a freshman at Old Dominion University, I met with the senior advisor in the undergraduate department of Health Sciences. I remember the excitement I felt towards my future, with my eye on the prize of graduating with a Bachelor of Science in Dental Hygiene.

The senior advisor at the time, who was regarded as the best advisor for dental hygiene aspirants, told me a lie, a terrible lie. She analyzed my past high school efforts (which really weren’t my best efforts) and simply told me I would never get into the dental hygiene program that was ranked within the top ten on the east coast. She told me I wasn’t good enough.

I remember leaving that meeting feeling confused, uninspired, and unsupported but I didn’t let that stop me. In fact, after I walked out of her office, I immediately set up another meeting with another advisor that worked under her and requested to NEVER meet with that senior advisor again.

The next and last time I saw that senior advisor face to face was four years later when she handed me my graduation gown, tassels, and sashes as she said, “Congrats on graduating!”

There was a part of me that wanted to shout, “Ha! In your face and without your help!” But then I realized she did help me. She helped me realize my worth and not to take “No” for an answer. Without her needing to verbally give the advice, she taught me to find another way to make my dreams happen by finding a legit cheerleader. She was the ass-kick I deserved. And perhaps, as an experienced senior advisor, she knew what she was doing because dental hygienists certainly have to have a backbone in a field dominated by male egos that don’t exactly support key female employees. Perhaps she knew confidence was key to being successful in such a field, and in that regard she was right.

I have grown so much as a person because of my past experiences in the dental field and I’m entirely grateful for every experience, even the one where my very first boss got in my face and told me, “This is a man’s world.” Don’t worry, his karma got delivered to him later, and in all honesty, I feel sorry for him and his own entrapment of limiting beliefs.

I know my worth and I don’t settle. I adapt, evolve, and ascend even through the dark moments.

I’ll always remember those two significant moments with that senior advisor. The first encounter with her was a profound let-down while also a major wake-up call. She gave me the opportunity to believe in her advice or to believe in myself. I chose to honor myself and my own belief in myself.

The second encounter with her was a full-blown confirmation, a sort of spiritual graduation or ascension. Proof to myself that I have what it takes to achieve my dreams, knowing I don’t need any naysayers to be my fake cheerleaders. Instead, I searched for and found the ones who were willing to support me regardless of my past, the ones who were ready to guide me with positivity while I did the work.

Getting into and through a dental hygiene program that was ranked within the top ten on the east coast was no easy task, and I knew that going into it, which meant I needed all the positivity I could find outside of myself. And not only did I become a dental hygienist, but I was a damn good hygienist for nine years because I believed in my patients and encouraged their positive evolution with positive reinforcement.

So let this be a testament to not only go after your dreams regardless of your past or what ANYONE says, but to also burn the bridges that lead to those who pretend to be positive advisors when their actions clearly show they are not positively advising you to succeed. You have EVERY right to burn bridges, shut doors, and cut connections WITHOUT EXPLANATION. You don’t owe anyone anything, but you certainly owe yourself EVERYTHING you dream of. Anything is possible! You just have to believe in yourself. I did and will always believe in my own power because I’ve proven to myself time and time again that it can be done, with the Divine power vested in me and… with a little help from my friends.

With Love 💖and Light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

P.S. Avoid the urge to form a grudge against the senior advisor, or anyone, you don’t know. Besides, she did her job by being the darkness (the falsity) I deserved to outshine. That was all the guidance I needed from her. And in that regard, she is a friend… one I keep as a distant reminder in my memories.

It’s Mother’s Day, and for some odd reason, I have a particular mother story on my mind. No, it’s not about my own mother, but instead, it’s about a mother of a past boyfriend and the first time I met her face to face.

Let it be known that my past relationships have never been with anyone of my own color, but all have been of the same race – the human race.

I actually despise the idea of categorizing one another by shade of color when we all are human (it’s like separating M&M’s on the basis of color when in fact they’re all made of the same chocolate on the inside), but I understand the separation or categorization from a societal point of view. I mention this because from the lens of society, I am considered white; the mother I met and her son, whom I dated, were black.

Without getting into the details of the toxic relationship itself, I want to make it known that this particular guy I dated did not have a good relationship with his mother, so I didn’t officially meet her until two years into our romantic connection.

As I flash back through the dreadful memories, I’m not even sure why I was dragged along the trip to meet her, other than the real possibility of my ex not wanting to be alone when visiting her. I never got the full story behind his reasons for fear of her (he was a chronic liar), but I definitely got a taste of it when I met her for the first time.

I can remember walking into her territory – a rented place she had just moved into where unpacked boxes lined the walls. She didn’t greet us at the door but instead remained hidden upstairs. Her voice echoed the halls after my ex called up to her, announcing that he was present while totally negating my presence.

It wasn’t until he quickly whispered to me to stay downstairs, did I then realize she had no idea I was there too. Before I had a chance to confirm this by asking him, he bolted up the stairs and I was left standing amongst her belongings. Slightly nervous and unsure of what was happening, I sat on her sofa and listened to creaking footsteps play out above my head along with reverberations of mumbled conversation. It was very uncomfortable, indeed, but I’ve been uncomfortable before and that never stops me from facing situations.

After several minutes pass, I hear a set of footsteps proceed down the stairs, followed by a feminine voice that greets me with uncertainty. I quickly stand to politely greet her with a smile, and she tells me to sit on the sofa with her to have a chat – her twenty-something-year-old son remained silent upstairs.

I got the feeling that something wasn’t right. You know, like the feeling in the pit of your stomach when you’ve just endured the first drop on a rollercoaster and your nervous system doesn’t exactly know how to perceive it. Something just wasn’t right.

In the conversation, she asked why I was dating him, emphasizing the fact that he was black. I guess I don’t see color the way others do, so I was a bit taken aback by the question. I told her I wasn’t dating him because of his color, to which she explained to me why we weren’t a good fit because of our color difference. Mind you, we had already been in a committed relationship for two years (little did I know he wasn’t being exclusive though).

However, the most profound part of the conversation was a moment of realization for me – the part when she looked me in the eyes and said she would never accept me because I did not look like her, her cousins, her mother, her grandmothers, and all the other women in her family. That moment was so profound for me not because I felt abandoned simply because of the color of my complexion, but because in that exact moment, I mentally forgave her for saying such a thing. She didn’t know anything about me, nor did she give me a chance. Instead, she allowed fear to control her feelings towards me and immediately shut me out without chance, not because of me, but because of her own life experiences. I felt sympathy towards her in that moment because I had no idea what it was like being a black woman in this world, and clearly she was uncomfortable with my complexion.

I mention this story because I believe we all have profound moments in our lives that stick with us throughout life – those “aha moments” that make us realize something deeper than the situation at hand. And for some odd reason, I felt called to share this profound moment today. Perhaps because in that specific moment, I had a choice to make – to feel anger or resentment towards a fellow human being or to love unconditionally by providing forgiveness.

In that moment, she wasn’t targeting me per se, she was just revealing her fear by saying she could never accept me because of her own past experiences. It had nothing to do with me, so I didn’t take it personally, instead I found grace for another human being without knowing the backstory behind such actions.

After that encounter, I made sure to respect her boundary and did not press it. But I did continue to date her son, regardless of her unsolicited input. It wasn’t until many years later that she reached out again, long after her son and I parted for good. He wasn’t exactly good to me, but I learned a lot from that relationship – a lot about myself and I am grateful. We all have different experiences in life, not just because of our physical differences.

I’m extremely proud of myself for striving to see each individual through the lens of unconditional love, although I fall short sometimes, just like you do. It’s beyond time I give myself that same grace of forgiveness and unconditional love. I can only hope you will do the same for you, too, because you deserve it.

I forgive you. I love you. Say it to the one in the mirror.

With Love 💖 and Light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

There’s nothing more real than authenticity.

As a woman existing in this warped world, I notice the deception imposed on us beauties when it comes to our appearances. From others’ perspectives, I realize I have what some would consider an abnormal nose and have encountered oppressive opinions of my appearance throughout my life.

When I was a senior co-captain on the high school softball team (at a tender age for most girls), I can remember a particular coach we had for a short period. I liked this coach because he pointed out flaws for fun, which reminded me of my brothers. Like them, he didn’t do it with intentions to harm but with intentions to illuminate the invulnerability from potential fragility.

During off-season conditioning, which is a period before the season where we ran agility drills and lifted weights to condition our bodies to be strong, fierce players, (Only badass women lift weights. Because badass women are warriors.), I can remember a planking challenge us softball gals were doing to see who could last the longest.

The challenge was at the end of the conditioning session for the day, and I always brought 110% effort to each session, embracing every challenge for fun. I LOVED feeling my body break down to build up stronger because “No pain, no gain!” is a legit thing when it comes to physical strength. And physical strength reciprocates mental and emotional strength, especially for badass women warriors. In a way, it puts a whole new perspective on the “Beauty is pain!” mentally.

Out of all the girls that showed up that day to condition, both varsity and junior varsity players, the last two holding a steady plank pose were a freshman and myself. As I held a steady squeeze of my core, staring at the floor while my face deepened a beaten red, I can remember that particular coach getting down on the ground to meet my ear with words of encouragement. I could tell by his enthusiasm that he was pumped with adrenaline.

As the seconds seemed to slowly tick by, I could feel the powerful push of his words as he repeatedly shouted, “Yeah, Jenni! Hold on, Jenni! Don’t let this freshman beat you, Jenni!”

And before that enthusiasm could wither away by him repeating the same words over and over, he then switched up the momentum by saying, “Come on, Chevy! You’re built ford tough, Chevy!” And at that moment, I let out a laugh which made me drop, losing the competition to a freshman.

He was so high with adrenaline before being instantly deflated by my defeat. He seemed to be more defeated than I was, as I didn’t take the competition as seriously, or the loss personally. I couldn’t help but laugh because the slogan “Built Ford tough” has nothing to do with “Chevy” as they are two different car brands. It’s probably why this incident remains fresh in my mind—because it’s funny.

That coach used to tease me about the size and shape of my nose, but he, too, had a similar nose, so we both poked fun at one another about our noses.

I’m not mentioning this for you to focus on the teasing aspect and hold it within your mind as a negative realization. I’m mentioning it for you to realize that BOTH males and females of all ages endure oppressive opinions about their appearances, but for some odd reason [weak] women take it to heart and feel the need to surgically switch up their natural beauty, their one-of-a-kind[ness].

Not this girl! I don’t give two flying f[l]ucks how YOU feel about my nose. I realize it’s not the “average size” (whatever the f[l]uck that means) but it’s MINE to own. Not yours! (Nachos?)

Your words and feelings have NO power over my self-confidence, that’s strictly dependent on my choice. If YOU don’t like it, or like me, then that’s YOUR problem. I don’t have to live with you, but I will ALWAYS live with me, myself, and I. And I will ALWAYS love me, myself, and I. All ways!

On another note, there is a teeny tiny part of me that wishes I never pushed myself to make orthodontic braces happen, switching up my natural smile, as it would have been interesting to see what kind of woman I would be now without that experience, but in the same breath that experience brought me many more wonderful realizations and opportunities, including career aspirations.

I also dye my hair because I want to, not because anyone has ever harassed me for the natural color of my hair, but because having a human experience allows for you to make choices that shape your own personal reality—aka personality. And badass women warriors make their own choices – including those who wish to surgically switch up their look for their own benefit, not because others oppressed them to.

You do not have to conform to society’s ridiculous deception of what a women should look like. As a woman existing in this warped world of acceptance, I’m still learning that. But if someone ever asks me: “Would you ever get a nose job?” I won’t say, “Never say never!” But instead, I’ll be sure to say, “Fuck No[se]!”

I’m built like a warrior, not fine china—Invulnerable, not fragile.

As we enter this collective shift of a new world, healthy [authentic] alignment is the steady pose to hold—physical, mental, and emotional stability. That’s the new strength; that’s the new empowerment—for both males and females in this warped world.

With Love 💖 and Light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

Several years ago, I had some girlfriends visit me in Tampa, Florida. We enjoyed a long weekend of fun, embracing the nightlife just like we did in college. Little did I know at the time how predatorial Tampa was, especially in a small area called “Ybor City” which is known as one of the hottest spots for human trafficking in the U.S.

Before you shame twenty-something-year-old girls just wanting to have fun at night in any area of the world where men exist, realize there are also male/female tag-team predators that scope out girls younger than twenty in Target stores during the daytime—I’ve known people who experienced such lurking dangers—and I can’t help but find the irony in the name of the popular department store that exists across the U.S.

I love the Tampa Bay area and although it may seem like I’m shining a bright light on its safety issues for women, the sad truth is this WORLD is currently an unsafe place for women…because of men—predatorial [and silent] men, because as the iconic quote states: “The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.”

Men exist to PROTECT from and against the force of darkness (darkness in the sense of evil), though for many men this seems to be an unconscious aspect hiding beneath a large male ego, which is an aspect controlled by evil, if they don’t have it under control themselves. Men are meant to be natural guardians of this world but unfortunately many have been subconsciously programmed by evil forces not-of-this-world. But that history can change.

It would be naïve to believe all men exercise their natural strength for good; some exercise it with malintent, establishing dominance in an unnatural way and without their conscious awareness of it actually hurting them in a cyclical way. This is the case in many male-involved situations because men do not have a built-in system like women do but instead must develop the feminine aspect of themselves by tapping into their intuition through conscious effort—an exercise not every male is consciously aware of or knows how to practice; it must be taught to them, which can be achieved by one’s own initiative but can also be achieved through community.

Women, on the other hand, naturally have intuition built within them—their womb—a direct connection to the conscious cosmic source of awareness outside of this world. But just like men have a feminine aspect within them they can tap into, women also have a masculine aspect within them they can tap into.

Throughout my life, I’ve had to embrace and sometimes embody the protective masculine aspect of my being for my own protection against unconscious, predatorial males. With Love (good energy) and Light (the truth), I’ve had to embody a non-dominant side of my being to fight against the force of darkness (darkness in the sense of evil, not unconsciousness), otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this piece and instead, would be dead.

Love and Light are the PUREST, MOST powerful forces of the Universe and when you embody both at the same time, whether in a dominant energetic state of masculinity or femininity, you are divinely protected by the most abundant forces not-of-this-world but readily available at any given time, in all ways, to act in this world when called upon. Love and Light supersede any dominant form of masculinity or femininity because they exist abundantly beyond humanity, beyond duality.

In this dualistic world, both light and dark aspects exist, which are perceived in many different ways, not just as truth and falsity. These counteracting aspects are in a constant state of fluctuation, a sort of tug-of-war in balance, because of the conscious awareness of them—by acknowledging, embodying, amplifying such energetic frequencies.

At this cyclical point in history, it is essential to shift and focus attention on Love and Light as the dominant forces of protection. This world has already proven the opposites to be the dominating force throughout history and just look at the energetic state this world is in. Is it in a state of what you would call peaceful? Define it however you please, but deep down you somehow know it has the potential to be…different. That’s the beauty of being human… Regardless of the constant bombardment of outside influences from both light and dark sides of consciousness, we have our own built-in system of consciousness—an aspect each human being has brought to this world—it’s why you exist here, in the now—to be consciously aware. But for what reason? To constantly choose to drift off into a state of deep sleep where evil thrives in the depths of darkness, or to awaken to the light?

I mention all of this because although it is a deep introspection of the everyday story in the life of a girl who embraces the world around her, it is also an important insight this world must embrace in order to become aware and heal by learning from mistakes—as human beings, we all make them. It is beyond time for humanity to heal as one collective consciousness, in the balance of masculinity and femininity, with Love and Light.

Flashback to the time I was in Ybor City with my girlfriends at a small high-top table that sat the three of us with the sunlight pouring in from the outside, lighting up such a dark environment…

A young guy wearing a solid black shirt with a white bolded print of “SECURITY” written across his chest, one any person could purchase at a clothing store or create on their own, presented a tray of drinks to us and mentioned they were “complimentary from an anonymous source.” I’ll always remember those exact words he said because they burned me deeply in the womb as my intuition immediately screamed through my mouth an aggressive “NO!”

My friends, being the eager receivers of any free offering without regard to their natural discernment, turned to me in response to my sharp shielding with side eyes I saw right through. They argued with me as the guy stood steady, continuously shoving the tray of drinks towards us as I repeatedly pushed it back. My obtrusive behavior led to me pointing out how we never saw the drinks being poured and the fact that my friends had careers that could easily pay for their own drinks—we weren’t broke college students anymore.

Thanks to my steady stance in masculine energy—one of strength and assertiveness along with the powerful forces of Love and Light, the guy finally retreated back to the bar where I gave him a deafening stare, one that said, “Don’t fuck with me. I see right through your evil tactics.”

My friends continued to argue with me and dismissed my inner knowing because what tangible proof was intuition to them. Instead of realizing the love I was shielding them with, they only saw my actions as deflections. I stood firmly on my beliefs and to this day, I believe and trust that I helped save their lives that day. It wasn’t until the next day, after the poison rotting their bodies and minds turned to excreted waste did they apologize and acknowledge my pure intentions; they finally saw the light.

There have been many times in my life where I see far beyond what anyone around me sees, or chooses to pay attention to. And that is why I chose the Green Day song of “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” as inspirational background music while writing this piece. Because in the sense of humanity, I often feel alone as I continue to walk with the Divine. I have been ridiculed, schemed against, and downright abused by those who choose not to use discernment and trust intuition, or who are blind to the light. But no matter how pitting it feels at times with those physically around me, there is no way I could ever disregard, dismiss, or disrespect the Divine that runs through my being and runs alongside me at all times in all ways.

To walk amongst the unconscious is a lonely journey. But history can change.

I encourage you to question EVERYTHING. Question intentions, everyone’s intentions. Because I’m pretty sure that “security guy” was not presenting free drinks to “be nice” or to “provide security.”

I am grateful, however, to know I’ve saved lives by my presence alone, by my exercised right of power, shifting perspectives in the feminine and masculine aspects of my being, even when I walk a lonely road. I am forever and always surrounded by Love and Light, the most powerful forces of the Universe—the greatest companions a girl could ever ask for, and I am forever grateful.

Only you can open your eyes to the light. Only you have the power to recognize the Divine Love and Light all around you and within you.

With Love 💖and Light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

It’s extremely important to choose good friends—they are the company you keep. But do understand that when you are aware and believe you will always find your way through life with the guidance of love and light, all people become friends in a strange sort of way. What I mean by that is: All those who cross your path propel you forward in your ascension journey, including those who attempt to halt it, when you are aware of it all.

Besides the good friends, the ones who look out and hold space for you, the ones that lift you in laughter and love, there are “friends” who are trained to derail you from your path by forces beyond, or within, their comprehension. When you are aware of all the scheming so-called friends, they become challenges that you are granted the opportunity to accept as games to play or as obstacles to struggle through—the choice is always yours.

After graduating high school, I remember feeling a pitting in my heart knowing a chapter in my life was closing while a new one was just beginning to start in an unknown territory—in university.

After the short summer pause between chapters passed, I remember embracing the new environment by attending welcoming events for freshmen. I didn’t go to these events with any past friends from high school. I stepped into unknown territory alone with love in my heart and light in my eyes, because I knew no matter what, I would still be journeying in a positive direction, regardless of any bumps in the road.

I’m not shy when it comes to meeting new people. I have always loved meeting new people and hearing their personal stories. I find everyone’s story, or at least the ones they tell, are fascinating. Humans are interesting beings. Which brings up memories of a particular individual…

After the start of classes and the start of new friendships, I found myself clinging to a small group of friends. I’m often one who befriends people that look different from myself because that’s what the world consists of… different people of different colors and backgrounds. But something I’ve always had a good hold of is my intuition. I know when something is off about someone but instead of playing their game of imposed fear tactics, I play another game—the truth game.

There was one particular person that started showing up in different situations and eventually became part of the lunch crew—the crew where we all jokingly teased one another based on the color of our skin (we were all of different colors but of the same race—the human race). I know teasing about skin color is a sensitive subject—something some would gasp over, while others would realize it was an open dialogue of different perspectives and a chance for truth telling with a bit of laughter—I saw it as a window of opportunity to point out who he really was—an undercover agent.

I often called him out on it and since he wasn’t allowed to tell the truth, he never said he wasn’t one and never said he was one—he just nervously laughed it off, probably because he was in shock that I was aware of his truth beyond his disguise.

Flash forward to four years later after graduation, he “continued” his education, not graduating with the rest of us and after not being at the university to see if he really was a student, he ended up disappearing from all of our point of views—nowhere to be found on social media either. My educated guess… he moved on to another assignment.

You see, when you call out the truth to those who present themselves with friendly faces and open hands to shake… realize they have no power over you. When you are aware of the truth and express it directly to those who play a nasty game of falsity (shady darkness), they instantly lose because when you stand with light (the truth) as the embodied light (the truth), it is a bigger game they are playing, not theirs or even yours. And they are never as powerful as the light (the truth).

There’s no need to feed into fake friends. Look them in the eye and tell them: “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.” And they will disappear from your positive path. Keep ascending, beautiful souls! I see you! We are rising in love and light!

With Love 💖and Light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

Nowadays with the bombardment of information, with both natural and artificial intelligence at play, it is essential to embrace adaptability in the form of perspective shifting. If it truly is peace you want to see in this world, you must attempt to see things from another’s perspective. But such a task is not so easy when we often face the chaos of our egoic ways and the distortion of projection. Is it even possible to master empathy when we each have our own vessel to fill? Can we even fill another’s shoes and walk in them with such a limited capacity of mentality?

Empathy is not a head to heart connection…it is a heart to head connection. We must understand by feeling first. And the interpretative process of ‘feeling’ happens in the heart, not in the head. Only then are we able to understand another’s perspective—by shifting into a space where a vortex of energy occurs first in the heart then translates the information to the head, something only natural intelligence can do.

I have witnessed this transmission of energetic information many times throughout my life, and I have felt it occur more than once in the space where my own vortex of energy occurs—in my heart.

Some of these Storytime Sunday posts I write somewhat in advance, with an idea I believe flows with the times or perhaps continues a stream of feelings I have about the world. Yes, they are all from my own perspective but that doesn’t mean it’s a limited point of view, meaning I only see things my way. I constantly shift my perspective, and sometimes that shift happens instantly while at other times there is a steady pace I trek before reaching the destination in another’s shoes. I find peace in adaptation as I continue to master empathy—a race I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever get the ‘feeling’ like I’ve finally crossed the finish line.

This Storytime Sunday post, however, has been written on the fly, on the very same day it has been posted, for several reasons, one being that I had an experience today as a witness to an event of empathy that had nothing to do with me but had everything to do with empathy and the peace found not only within it but felt outside of it as well.

I was going to emphasize the encounter I had recently with a male I often cross paths with at the gym; a gentleman who has never given me the impression of harassment or the ‘feeling’ of him hitting on me but instead has been genuinely and respectfully kind EVERY TIME I see him. We have greeted one another in passing with joyful small talk over the past year but just this past week, an opportunity presented itself for me to commend his genuine character, his bright light I see through his smile and eyes—the kindness he exudes every time. I told him it was a superpower after he mentioned how it’s the only way he knows how to be, even in times where he doesn’t feel one hundred percent. It is a superpower to find the glowing light within oneself and to exude that in a way that others can feel. It’s a frequency people like me feel and cannot deny.

Empaths walk this earth with gifts that are not seen by others. Gifts that are not easy to describe to someone who isn’t tapped into such a superpower. But I believe everyone has the ability to unlock such a superpower. I believe everyone has this gift but perhaps some have it lying dormant within them, within the depths of the shadows that hide their true glow.

I didn’t ask the guy at the gym if he had such a gift of empathy, but when I told him his genuine kindness was a superpower, he agreed. But not only did he agree, he then gave credit to someone in his life who taught him such a gift simply by her presence and his experience of being raised by her, a single mother.

I am a firm believer that it is women who will change this world for the better, but not as dictating leaders. But because women naturally have a gift of empathy, and usually single mothers exude this gift the most.

I understand not every mother is considered to be a “good one” in some people’s eyes, but I often want to hear their side of the story before making any rash projected perceptions of any behaviors perceived in a negative light. There is a reason for everything, and sometimes there are multiple reasons we, as humans, tend to ignore based on our fragility of ego (something the head is in control of).

Throughout my life, I have seen countless encounters where women step in to provide a support system that does not exactly benefit them with a return but instead, provides a beneficial push towards the betterment of humanity’s future—a sort of birth of peace, if you will. Which brings me to the ironic (or perhaps not ironic at all) incident I witnessed today.

Just a few steps behind a woman, I walked into a Hallmark shop. The woman bolted in with a stride that revealed something was wrong, and just as my instinctual empathy predicted, she proceeded to ask one of the employees if they potentially had witnessed someone hit her parked vehicle in the parking lot while she was inside another shop of the complex. No music was playing through the sound system of the store but even if it was, the frantic sound in her voice was clearly roaring an echo of concern, a call for help anyone could hear if they were listening.

I felt her anxiety as her voice quivered and heightened in pitch with a sharpness that stabbed at my heart. Luckily, she had approached a woman with abilities that adapted quickly to the unexpected encounter. Within seconds, the Hallmark employee was able to calm the woman down, and I felt the energy of the store shift along with the confirmation of the woman explaining how these types of unexpected situations gave her anxiety but that she felt calmer thanks to the Hallmark employee.

Something I really love about women, and females in general, is their ability to exercise their freewill and bravery by sharing their experiences of emotions while they are in the moment, when the emotions are real and fresh in the body. It is something I would love to see more males feel safe enough to experience, and I am grateful for those who do share their genuine feelings with me because it confirms to me that I, as an empath, have provided a safe space for males to feel free to share, especially when in the moment. That’s important to me, for all of humanity.

Emotions are not ours to possess, but they are energy encounters we all experience as human beings and we all react differently to such emotional encounters—I think that’s something worth shifting our perspectives for: Understanding different reactions by using the superpower of empathy.

After the calm cooled the chaos inside the Hallmark store, the song of the two women shifted even further into a calm conversation of safety, reassurance, and life experiences that confirmed the shift into peace. Without getting into the details of their conversation—that was not exactly private as it was easily heard around the entire store—the Hallmark employee explained how she was also a homecare nurse, further proving her natural abilities to care for others. She offered a safe space by mentioning the woman’s option to wait inside the store for the police to arrive since it was cooler in the store than having her sit in her vehicle—something only one who has tapped into their superpower of empathy would think of. She also continued to provide a heartfelt space of comfort for the woman’s release of encountered emotions by speaking about the incident while providing a different perspective, relatable life experiences, and waves of reassurance.

It was beautiful to witness, as a sort of fly on the wall. I did not watch their facial expressions or their body language, I only listened to the music their heartstrings played back and forth to one another. It was a melody I felt that traveled through my ears and into my heart then up to my head where my brain processed the experience as peace in humanity and a genuine proof of what brings humans together—a frequency we all have felt because we all have come from a woman—the frequency of love.

Love is something that can only be felt and shared amongst all, not just between a mother and child, or between a woman and an empathetic woman. Love can be felt between two platonic entities of different genders, like my encounter with the guy at the gym.

Love manifests in many forms because it is not in the form of matter but in the form of frequency. And empathy embraces such a frequency. It is a natural ability we all have, but for some it seems to be lying dormant in the shadows of hearts that have been taught to only listen to the head.

The heart to head pathway is an essential connection, something only natural beings can ‘feel.’ And for those whose pathways are blocked, I believe it is empathic humans walking this earth who have the intelligence to soften such barricades enough for those in need of help to travel freely through.

We cannot drag people into the light—everyone has freewill—but we certainly can show them the light by clearing the rubble, by being the calm in chaos, when people are so deep in darkness.

I believe humanity will know peace when they learn how to give credit to women with superpowers of empathy. I call them Superwomen, because they are constantly saving humanity by embracing powerful energy every human feels—emotions—with a calm that cools the chaos—love (good energy) and light (the truth), which can be perceived as an everlasting warmth—genuine kindness—that can be felt even by those outside of the storm.

Thank you Superwomen for saving humanity over and over again!

With Love 💖and Light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

When I was a little girl, I fell out of a tree.

Yeah, I know what some of you are thinking… “Well, that explains a lot.” And you’d be right. But what you don’t know is what it explains.

You see, when you aren’t there to witness an event taking place, you are forced to make assumptions about whatever perception you’re given. It’s a sort of unfair advantage, or perhaps disadvantage, you have when peering into another’s life. And what’s even crazier is you don’t get to know the whole truth unless you’re living it.

There’s a great story out there that confirms this – one that most follow and claim it’s true yet none that are alive now were there when it happened. It’s hilarious to me in some regards how quickly people run with a story they’re told and then run to others to spread false information. The fun childish game of Telephone can easily prove how quickly information can be warped.

So, I’d like to tell the short story of how I fell out of a tree and it’s a true story because, well, I lived it.

I don’t remember my exact age, the time of day, month, or year but I know I was younger than twelve, older than nine, and it was summertime because the blossoms on the tree were in full bloom with green leaves vibrant as ever filling in the gaps of the tree canopy.

I was with two other kids who were around my age, and we climbed a tree most of the kids in the neighborhood climbed, but at the time, it was just us three.

Once we all got up inside the tree, we proudly sat on our own chosen branches about ten to fifteen up from the ground. I remember the warm breeze that rustled the leaves and the June beetles that flew in and out with ease. We weren’t up there for very long before it happened.

I did a trust fall – I leaned back, did a free fall, hit the sidewalk below, and laughed hard.

The two in the tree looked down at me with gaped mouths and eyes just as wide. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. I landed on pavement, flat on my back, but it felt like I landed on a cloud.

I’m not one who freefalls and screams. Yes, I get scared sometimes, yes, I get nervous, but those feelings don’t last nearly as long as the laughter and the peaceful freefalling feeling of trusting in something much bigger than me. Most won’t understand, but that’s never stopped me from doing things people won’t understand. I just laugh while they continue to gawk or throw shade my way as I continue to strive in the sunlight. We are not the same and are not meant to be the same – I live my life freely and you are meant to watch – and vice versa. So, make whatever assumption you want about what you’re viewing or what you’re told while I enjoy the free fall. Yeehaw!

Have you ever experienced such a moment in your life? Do you trust in the freefall, or do you allow your fears to make you scream the entire way? These aren’t questions I can answer for you, nor can you answer for me. Just as you can’t live my life or write my story. You can only speculate.

With Love 💖and Light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

I’ve been a bit quiet with my Storytime Sunday posts.

When I decided to start these posts every week, I knew it would be a challenge for me. I’m not one who enjoys doing things based on routine; it takes away from sincerity. To post just because it’s Sunday takes away from the point of the posts – to tell a true story of a time where love and light was realized, even in the darkest moments.

When I started these posts, I knew there would be times when I didn’t feel it was appropriate to share certain stories to the public. Because within the public are benevolent and malevolent beings, or rather nefarious creatures lurking amongst us beautiful souls, attempting to influence a particular direction of such energy. This is not something to be afraid of – as I’ve made it a point to emphasize there is love and light in EVERY situation and EVERY human being; sometimes that awareness of love and light is YOU, your awareness. “Love” being “good energy” and “light” being “the truth” – combined as “true goodness” which I believe exists within all human beings. Even the most evil-seeming human wouldn’t exist, would not manifest in tangible form, without love and light. The ongoing issue of human history is the fact that this “true goodness” within all has been hidden from awareness, from the consciousness of individuals and the collective, and perhaps it is because many turn a blind eye to the unconscious aspects of each human being – the love and light within all.

Since I started these posts, I’ve recognized deeper aspects of myself because I have expressed myself in an uncomfortable way that transmutes my fears of exposure. I believe knowledge is power, and there are some monitoring me, watching my every move, thinking they will find a crack in my armor against darkness. I assure you I am much stronger and smarter than you think and whatever I give you is under my authority. The love and light within me supersedes any darkness I ever face or endure.

My everlasting desire to uncover the “true goodness” aspect of everyone I encounter is perhaps because I realize my presence in others’ lives is temporary but your presence with your own self is for eternity. You must realize your awareness of your individual sovereignty is your very own superpower – only you have the power to allow influences to influence you. And I realize for some I am a tough pill to swallow at times because I speak an unwavering truth, a hidden aspect of yourself that scares you at first but leaves you questioning. I will encourage you to keep questioning…everything.

Awareness is an essential aspect in spiritual ascension, and as obviously as that seems, it’s not something people easily recognize within themselves when having experiences in reality.

I am aware of the deafening fear people hear over the tuning of their own heartbeat.

The awareness of fear exuding from others does not stop me from pursuing the love and light that naturally exists within others while I, too, am being pursued. Malevolent beings follow me, attempting to harm me, and although I am aware this would evoke fear from others, my stories prove the invincible strength of love and light. I am still here, gaining strength along the way because I am aware that darkness answers to light, not the other way around.

As a lightworker, I ignite more than a deep hidden truth within others. I stare at darkness and tell it to transform or back down – it has no power over me. That is something I have been attempting to portray in all of my Storytime Sunday posts. I am the example, and I can only relay my own true experiences. It’s up to you to believe them or not; I do not push you to do so.

The other day, as I left a free and open sanctuary, I sensed a subtle but sudden feeling of discomfort. As I reached my vehicle, I heard several sullen sniffles from a young woman nearby. She didn’t appear to be crying or upset as she looked down at the phone in her hands, but instead of turning a blind eye, I asked, “Are you okay?”

She immediately started to cry while forcing a quivering smile as she said she was okay while explaining what had just happened to her – her vehicle was towed. She then explained how she wasn’t sad, she was just overwhelmed, and I knew exactly what she meant.

Tears do not mean sadness – tears are a way of transmuting and releasing energy, energy that does not come from us but comes at us.

It pains me that history has taught males to repress such ways of release – I believe that is a hidden light within all evil men. They have been taught to transmute and release energy in dark ways rather than light ways. They have been taught only one way when there are many ways. I think religion has a play in that – the “only one way” mentality rather than many ways.

Evil-driven humans do not lack love and light, they suppress and repress it.

Another taught aspect of evil is to turn a blind eye. So as a sovereign individual, I hope you think twice when you feel discomfort around and within you. Only you have the power of yourself, but you also have the power to show, give, and teach love and light to another. Embrace and release rather than suppress and repress. Realize through awareness before your awareness ever has a slight chance to fall into repression because if not, that’s where you’ll meet depression, and we all understand that’s a dark place to be. Instead, be there for one another – ask if someone is okay and listen to their response with the beat of your heart. Sometimes doing just that can help the other person, you, and thus the collective – witnessing rather than turning a blind eye.

All moments happen for a reason, a love and light reason, but sometimes you have to be the one who finds that reason in darkness or be the awareness of the reason.

Harmony is only realized when the tune syncs to the beating rhythm of love and light.

With Love 💖and Light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

Masculinity saved me.

There’s a version of me that has achieved great things by embodying masculinity, things I truly believe I would not have been able to achieve without the strong force of the masculine energy within me.

I’ve endured events I have yet to share, where I had to cross the thin midline drawn between masculinity and femininity within me. I had to lean far into the masculine side of me for safety, protection, and direction while simultaneously abandoning my instinctual urge of femininity (the natural, dominant energy present as a natural-born female).

Being female in a world that does not support femininity individually and instead boosts masculinity individually makes it difficult to find a healthy way for a female to lead their own life as an individual. It’s often why you find females navigating the world in packs rather than as lone wolves; females that embrace the superficial aspects of their being rather than the magnificent power that’s been buried deep within. This masculine-dominant world controls females in these ways – influencing and praising superficially of a woman’s outer appearance and submissive behaviors rather than to embrace the true power of femininity at its core. Females are destined to lead, created to lead – and at this time in history – are desperately needed to lead, but not without the power of masculinity.

Last night, as I walked the beach barefoot, listening to the ocean’s repeated song while gazing at the full moon and stars, I found myself in darkness as well as being illuminated by the moon’s glowing light. My mind drifted near and far like the ocean tide, but I had a sudden mastered thought alert me as a dark figure approached my vicinity. Draped in all black was a man also walking the beach behind me.

The masculine side of me emerged, ready to defend against a potential threat with the skills I have learned throughout my life. Femininity does not do that. Femininity embraces with gentleness, typically with open arms and an open heart, leading with kindness and generosity.

But I believe that is something the world doesn’t want females to know… that it is necessary to lean into their masculinity when alerted to, especially if they want to take control of their own lives and be free to live, because in this masculine-dominant world it is required.

The encroaching encounter I had last night reminded me of many other threats I’ve encountered throughout my adult life…

I’ve had stalkers throughout my life ever since high school. Legit stalkers that have followed me home, watched me come and go when I lived in my own apartments, and some that have just happened to be wherever I am without me giving any type of hint or consent to my whereabouts. One morning in my past, I even discovered a hand-written note on my car’s windshield from one of my neighbors stating he was interested in me all because he saw me walking to and from my vehicle and our shared apartment building. I had never talked to the person before – they were a total stranger… a stalker.

This manly world doesn’t protect or respect a woman’s sovereignty; it attempts to infringe it.

And since this is a bright light shone on dark aspects of masculinity, I must point out that it is not a revelation for your pity over me. A sovereign woman despises pity. She finds a way to combat threats in a way she knows will favor her best. So… since I was a single gal during these moments of potential invasions of my sovereignty, I had to find the masculinity within me and embody it completely to protect myself and battle the masculine beings attempting to invade my territory. I had to fight for my life, and sometimes quite literally.

It can seem like an unfortunate thing to think about from the lens of victimhood, but I am grateful for all of the experiences in my life thus far. They have taught me a lot about myself, my power, and the world I exist in – a world I certainly did not dream of but feel destined to embark upon, leading with femininity but not without the presence of masculinity within me.

I have yet to speak on the details of a particular perpetrator that terribly affected my life; a past toxic relationship I had to figure out how to escape from after I attempted to help heal them. But when I reflect on these glimpses of my past life, one thing’s for sure… Masculinity outside of myself might have harmed me, but the masculinity within myself saved me. And I believe if my perpetrator embraced and embodied his own femininity in the times of trials and tribulations of his own life and psyche, he would have saved himself. Instead, he no longer exists in my world or anyone’s world for that matter. And that should matter to everyone.

In a masculine-dominant world, it is essential for a sovereign woman to embrace and embody her masculinity, but what if men learned to embrace and embody their femininity… what kind of world would this be? That’s the kind of world I dream of… one that is balanced with the energies we all possess as human beings – masculinity and femininity.

I am still learning how to feel safe with the right balance of both energies within me, and I think that’s an important aspect to understand about everyone else moving onward and upward. We’re all learning the right balance of femininity and masculinity as individuals and as a collective, which I believe is an awareness that will help us all when leaning in the direction of great change. It is beyond time. We certainly don’t have to do it alone and we most certainly shouldn’t do it alone. It should be done together, in harmony, embracing our masculinity and femininity, individually and collectively.

With Love 💖and Light ✨, all ways – Jenni B

This will be the last “Storytime Sunday” post for at least the time being.

I started these posts a year ago as an experiment for myself, a challenge of comfortability. I led myself into uncomfortable territory to learn more about myself while teaching others to do the same by being the example – to be brave enough to step into the unknown, to allow yourself to be uncomfortable.

People have been programmed to think that material wealth equals success in this world, meanwhile, time and time again, it has already proven to cause disruption between one another all throughout history. We somehow want the nice things in life when we actually are born with nothing but our bodies, and the energy that controls our vessels – your very own power source, what many call “the soul.” That energy, that first appears in this world deep under the material form, is love (good energy) and light (the truth) – in its purest form – and it’s not only your own, it’s part of a collective power source that exists outside of this world but is in the Universe.

When you are born, there is no darkness within you in the sense of “bad energy” or “evil.” Your vessel is created in an unknown (the womb) and is born into an unknown (this world), while your soul comes from a collective energy source made entirely of love and light. And because this is the truth, anything and everything you experience in this material world has love and light in it. If you are involved in the experience, there is always love and light – in everything and every situation, as I’ve constantly repeated this theme throughout my stories. The issue is: It seems to somehow not be a known fact to the masses and instead has been suppressed so much by darkness that it is forgotten in the unknown within, which has allowed another force to supersede your attention and delude you to the truth you have held even before being born into this world.

Expressing these sheer facts of neglected awareness seems to trigger an implanted aspect of people’s psyche that charges like a bull with a defense that isn’t of their own control, but it is of their own power.

The concept reminds me of the time I witnessed a real “bull fight” back in 2013 in Pamplona, Spain during the Running of the Bulls festival, where a matador triggered a bull’s natural instincts of defending itself by simply waving a red flag at it, taunting it just enough to piss it off and “attack.”

It was a horrible scene to witness. I sobbed like a baby inside a packed-out stadium that cheered over the horrific event after the innocent being was stabbed to death then dragged out of the arena to accompany another innocent bull to torture for twisted likes. That bull was the love and light of that tragic event, and perhaps I was the only other one aware of it, as I, too, am love and light. And as easy as it is to be angry at all those involved in boosting thrill over such heinous acts, I realize all of those involved were delusional, mind-tricked into thinking this was something to cheer for.

The mind is a complex system, operating in the unknown yet tapped into by the human brain – the processor of experience. It can be so easily compromised, and its abilities are tested from birth. I find we have the potential to learn so much from children and animals if we learn to listen with our hearts rather than our ears. And I have learned a lot about myself because of my experiences with children and animals.

In my Storytime Sunday posts, I have expressed how some have tried to convince me of their limited perceptions with their projected fears to believe there isn’t love and light in everything, but as I’ve said before, you can’t lower the high vibrations of someone who has accepted what’s pure in this world – the truth in life. You can’t deter someone who knows what they are at the core, no matter how much darkness I endure. And I am here to remind you of what you are beneath all of the delusions your mind harbors.

I understand and have accepted that many people can’t seem to handle the truth, so they paint over it with delusion and hatred, layering over darkness they have chosen to accept rather than being the light that challenges and eradicates it. Thanks to more powerful beings, people have been programmed to negate their own power, their own light, and instead consciously and unconsciously choose to witness and dwell in darkness with the masses because it’s what’s “easy.” This, perhaps without your awareness, lowers your vibration and adds to the power of darkness, which does exist in the Universe and especially on Earth for reasons I have yet to divulge. We all seem to agree that this dualistic world does harbor both good and evil, light and darkness, which has been prevalent throughout history – but have you ever asked why?

I understand it’s difficult to accept the truth of being tricked to believe in something that isn’t true – something that many others seemingly and willingly accept. And I understand it’s difficult to swim in the other direction, the one away from family and friends who don’t understand, and not only do they not understand, but they’ve been programmed to shame you for thinking differently.

I understand what silence sounds like. I know what darkness feels like. But I know what I am and because I am aware and trust in that knowing, I have been divinely protected countless times – but have you ever asked why?

You can’t fight anger with anger. You can’t fight hatred with hatred. And you definitely can’t fight darkness with darkness. Love and Light are the two most powerful forces in the Universe – in the entire Universe – and this fact is being suppressed here on Earth.

We are enduring a spiritual war here on Earth. That is why you, a soul, were born – to remember what you are and to uphold that power by constantly remembering and standing your ground against the forces of darkness that seek to take over everything, including you.

At your core, beneath it all, you are love and light. You have only carried darkness because you’ve allowed it in. The control of such power is ALL within you. Nothing can enter your soul without your consent. Even those that have violated your vessel cannot enter your soul. There is a major difference between your body and soul – it is the mind that knows.

But I understand it’s difficult for you to see the love and light, including the love and light within, especially after all that you’ve already chosen to accept as reality, as truth. Especially after all that you feel like you’ve had to choose to survive in this world.

Some will tell you Time is not a factor in the game of life, while you are aware it is, and because it is so, you make choices under the pressure of it. I especially understand this as a natural-born female.

I haven’t shared a “Storytime Sunday” post every week, and commitment to such a routine certainly isn’t the point of these stories. The point is to realize, to become aware of the love and light in every situation, even if the only love and light is you.

You are more powerful than you’re even aware of and let it be known, you are never alone. When you become aware of what’s at your core – love and light – the Divine collective lifts and supports you in ways beyond the control of this world.

With all the chaos going on right now in the world, I’ll leave you hanging with this concept to ponder on: Every experience you have on the planet is giving you a chance to prove to yourself that regardless of the circumstances, especially the ones outside of your control, that you still choose love and light, because you are love and light in human form. Love and light are always there, and sometimes that is because YOU are there.

And in those moments of darkness, choose to be love, choose to be light. Become aware of what you truly are. That is how you “fight” darkness. And I promise you, you won’t be alone when you do. When you choose love and light, you are divinely supported and divinely guided. If you feel like you need help, do not fear. Just ask for support by speaking to the Divine collective through your heart, and I promise you’ll feel it hold you in a way no human ever could. You will feel your soul being lifted.

I trust that my messages have been and will continue to reach those who need the reminder. We all need the reminder sometimes because of the war we all are enduring. I have faith in humanity because I know I’m not the only one who is aware. I have never been and will never be alone in the fight against darkness, and for that I am grateful.

Thank you for holding space for me as I navigate through the unknown. It’s been a journey, and I am thrilled to see where I’m headed. Until next time…

With Love 💖and Light ✨, all ways – Jenni B