Healing

Remembering Mother Nature and the Sovereignty of Our Wellbeing

Did you know that it’s as quick as one generation for the wisdom gathered from the Earth to be forgotten?

But thankfully, it is also as quick as one generation, or just a few, to remember.
To return. To rebuild—To reawaken the incredible voice of nature and ground ourselves again in our humanness.

At the centre of this great remembering stands The Mother Nature Archetype—not merely a symbol, but a living energy, the primordial source from which all life has emerged. She is the breathing soul of the Earth, the ever-generous force of nourishment, creation, and regeneration. Every river, every stone, every gust of wind is her whisper. We call her “Mother” because we are born of her body—our blood is her water, our bones her minerals, our breath her air.

She is not separate from us. She is us.

To understand the Mother Nature archetype is to come home to a sacred truth: that our wellbeing is deeply interwoven with the living intelligence of Earth. She feeds without condition, shelters without demand, and reminds us—through storms and blossoms alike—that life is sacred, cyclical, and relational.

Even in a world that has sought to control and commodify nature’s gifts, her essence prevails. Though we’ve witnessed the attempted ownership of seeds, soils, and healing practices—she cannot be patented. And while systems have risen that try to sever our bond with the natural world, Earth’s song continues to call us back.

We are living at an extraordinary threshold.

All over the world, people are waking up. Remembering that the sovereignty of human health is a birthright. That healing is not simply a transaction, but a sacred interaction—with our bodies, with our food, with our breath, with the Earth herself. That wellness is not found in isolation, but in communion.

The wisdom of Mother Nature is rising from soil and spring, from root and rain, and through the keepers of ancestral memory—the seed savers, herbalists, midwives, elders, and Earth-listeners who never forgot. This wisdom is now colliding with regenerative visions of the future, birthing something entirely new—a way of living that honours origin and evolution.

Of course, this renaissance does not emerge without shadows. We must remember the rupture. We can look to the Flexner Report as a symbol of how traditional and holistic healing was once pushed aside in favour of institutional control. This schism between humanity and nature created deep wounds—discrediting the very knowledge that once ensured our survival and spiritual vitality.

And yet, something new is growing.

A different mountain is rising. Slowly, steadily, from the heart of the Earth and from the tenacity of our own hands. This mountain is made of memory and courage. It mirrors how our ancestors carried wisdom across centuries—through drought, fire, and displacement—refusing to let the sacred be lost. This mountain is the quiet revolution of return. It is the reclaiming of our wholeness.

To embody the Mother Nature archetype is to live as a bridge between soil and soul, matter and mystery. Her many faces live within us:

  • The Earth Keeper, steward of seeds, land, and legacy
  • The Wild Woman, intuitive and untamed
  • The Nurturer, healing through compassion and rhythm
  • The Guardian of Cycles, honouring the moon, the womb, and the seasons
  • The Crone Elder, holding deep-time wisdom and the blueprint of remembrance

This is not a story of going backwards. This is a story of going deeper, while expanding. A return not to what was—but to what is eternally true.

I will do something

Humanity’s ancient knowledge bank is still alive. It never left us—it lives in our bones and breath. We are being invited to witness its resilience not as a well to drain, but as a sacred code to integrate, protect, and evolve.

So let us walk barefoot again.
Let us tend the soil, listen to the wind, and gather by firelight.
Let us reclaim the rhythm that lives in our blood and in the land.
Let us build this new mountain together, with the strength of our memory and the vision of our hearts.

The remembering has begun. The mountain rises.
And our Beloved Mother is calling us home.

Heart To Heart, Eizabeth

The Heart is the Gateway

Hello wondrous Souls.

Today I am talking about the heart and it’s luminosity.

I have come to understand that my heart is not just the centre of my body—it is the gateway to the entire universe. And so is yours.

It’s easy to forget this, especially in a world that praises logic over feeling, speed over stillness, and mind over mystery. But the truth is, your heart holds the original code—the pulse of creation itself. It is the first rhythm you ever knew, the drumbeat of your soul’s homecoming.

When you soften into your heart, you don’t just feel—you remember. You begin to sense a connection so vast, so alive, that it defies explanation. It hums in the space between your breaths. It speaks in the language of light and frequency. It is not only personal, it is cosmic.

Your heart knows things the mind cannot grasp. It speaks with the wisdom of the ancestors, the grace of the Goddess, and the clarity of your highest self. It holds the ache and the awe. It is both your compass and your cathedral.

When you live from this place—your sacred, sovereign centre—everything changes. You no longer chase purpose; you embody it. You no longer seek love; you become it. You no longer wait for permission; you remember you are the permission.

So, today I invite you to place your hand on your heart. Breathe. Listen. Ask it what it knows, and then let it lead you, not away from yourself, but deeper into your wholeness. This is the path of the Sacred Storyteller and the Living Goddess. This is the way home.

Heart to Heart. Elizabeth

“My heart is not just mine—it is the whole cosmos pulsing through me, whispering truths older than time and wilder than words.”

Trusting and Knowing Yourself

Have you ever longed to be deeply seen, only to find yourself met with silence or misunderstanding?

There’s a quiet truth I’ve come to know—one that didn’t arrive all at once, but gently, over time: People can only recognise you to the extent that they’ve come to know themselves. It’s not an easy truth. I used to resist it. Maybe you have, too. I’ve felt the ache of wanting someone to understand me, to see into my depths. I’ve reached toward others, hoping to draw them into greater intimacy and presence—not out of pressure, but out of longing. And when they couldn’t meet me there, I questioned myself. Why don’t they get it?

But slowly, life began to soften me.

With time, with grace, and yes—with heartbreak—I began to see things differently. I realised it’s not my work to push another beyond where they are. It’s my calling to stay true to who I am: to be real, to be kind, and to meet others with love. So now I ask you to consider: Where might you be holding the weight of needing to be understood? There’s a quiet freedom in letting go—the kind that comes when you no longer need to translate the language of your soul to fit someone else’s vocabulary. When you stop trying to be palatable and simply become present.

I’ve learned that my deepest gift is just that: presence.
Unmasked. Unpolished. Whole. And when I meet others from that place, without needing to be mirrored, something shifts.

I begin to love them as they are.
I begin to honour their pace.
And I begin to trust the wisdom of timing—not mine, but life’s.

Not everyone will meet us in that sacred middle space.
Some will. Some won’t.
And both are okay.

What matters is that we keep showing up—with enthusiasm, with truth, and with the kind of peace that doesn’t hinge on being understood. Because wholeness isn’t given by others. It’s remembered within. And maybe that’s where you begin again, too. Right here. Just as you are.

Heart to Heart, Dear One

Resentment: An Unseen Burden

Hello wondrous Souls,

There’s a hidden weight we sometimes carry—a silent weight that tugs at the nervous system, keeping it looped in vigilance, even when there’s no danger in sight. This weight is resentment. Often subtle, it disguises itself as justified anger, disappointment, or moral righteousness. But beneath that, it is a survival response… a signal to our body that something still isn’t safe.

Resentment traps the body in a low hum of stress. It keeps your system on high alert, whispering to your cells that you’re not yet out of the storm. You might be smiling on the outside, tending to your day, even appearing to have let go—but deep within, your nervous system is still scanning for threat, still remembering the sting, still reliving the moment.

And here’s the truth: holding on to resentment doesn’t protect us. It binds us.

I have learned that true freedom doesn’t come from changing others or wishing for a better past—it comes when we choose to release the weight. Forgiveness, in this light, isn’t about condoning what happened. It’s about choosing peace for your own body, mind, and soul. When you let go, you’re not setting them free — you’re setting yourself free.

The body knows. It will often whisper before it screams. A tightness in the chest, a knot in the stomach, a jaw that clenches when no one’s looking. These are the sacred cues of your physical temple, inviting you into awareness.

So I ask you, gently:
What is one heavy feeling your body is asking you to release?

Share it below, if you feel called. You never know who your healing might help. Sometimes our most vulnerable release becomes someone else’s lifeline. And together, as we let go, we rise lighter — luminous, unburdened, and free.

With love,
Elizabeth

Seeing the Scars, But Not the Story

Hello wondrous Souls,

Today I am talking about perception…

I always begin my presentations by sharing parts of my story to set the context of my brand. However, after a talk I gave to a large group of women on personal branding through archetypes, I was approached by someone who lingered back as the crowd thinned. They came up to me, eyes earnest, voice soft, and said:

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. I had a perfect childhood… I can’t imagine going through what you did.”

Then, without pause, they added:

“Imagine who you could have been if that hadn’t happened to you.”

Her words landed with a confused thud; they carried no malice but something subtler—more revealing. In that moment, I smiled gently, nodded graciously, and allowed her to speak her truth.

Later, in the quiet of my heart, I felt the need to sit with it—to feel it fully and sense what it might be pointing to, not just in terms of her understanding but also in how our stories are received, filtered, and sometimes misunderstood. Perhaps it was a moment shaped by her lifes lens—by unspoken wounds, cultural conditioning, or a need to make sense of my experience through her framework.

And, of course, there’s always the possibility that what was spoken was less about me and more about the quiet projections of her own subconscious beliefs—surfacing in response to something unprocessed within herself.

The woman’s comment came not from cruelty but from a lens shaped by simplicity—perhaps even pity and privilege. It struck me that suffering was a detour, an interruption to potential in her world. In mine, it was the fire that forged my authenticity. I don’t say that lightly. Pain doesn’t always make us stronger, but when we consciously work with it, it certainly makes us deeper.

There was a time when I, too, longed for a “perfect” past. One untouched by trauma. But that longing was now a ghost. My real growth began when I stopped seeing myself as broken and started seeing myself as a resilient and creative human being. Not despite my story—but because of it.

This person was indeed a gift and gave me another perceptive of how others may not see who I am due to the lens they choose to view life. Thankfully, for me the archetypes that inform my reality—The Alchemist, The Visionary, The Divine Child and The Queen—were not born out of a perfect world. They emerged gifting me all their light and shadow attributes—through my cracked-open places and the trials, challenges and initiations handed to me early in life.

If you only see the scars, you miss the magic and message in the story.

My truth is this: There is no version of me more powerful than I am now. Not the one who never experienced pain, not the one who was spared from a challenge. This version—right here, right now—results from soul-forging choices, courage in the face of fear, and a relentless devotion to turning wounds into wisdom.

And perhaps that is what we are here to do: not explain our story to be understood, but embody it so clearly, so confidently, so sacredly that others are invited not to pity us—but to look within themselves and ask, What am I not seeing about myself ?

So, to the gorgeous human being who approached me: I thank you, honour you and your spirit. I see your truth. But I know this—I am not a lesser version of who I could have been.

I am the living, breathing story of who I came here to be and I’m eternally grateful for my extraordinary story.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

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When Presence Becomes a Portal

The Soul’s Unshakeable Mission

Yesterday, I turned 66—Another cycle around the sun. Another layer of wisdom settled into my bones. I’ve come to love birthdays, not just as milestones of age, but as invitations—gateways that open into deeper self-knowing. With each passing year, a little more wisdom rises to the surface, and a little more of what once felt complicated now feels clear.

This birthday brought with it a simple but soul-shifting reminder:

It doesn’t matter how much you try to tame your energy to suit an audience—your spirit will still come through.

And that’s because, at the deepest level of your being, you already know what you are here for. Your soul carries a memory, a code, a divine assignment. Whether you whisper it or roar it, that sacred imprint will radiate through your presence.

In my case, that mission is rooted in Transformation and Sacred Beauty—the divine capacity to bring about inner alchemy and awaken others to the exquisite truth and beauty of who they really are.

When the Divine Puts You in Front of an Audience

There’s a sacred saying I often recall:

“Where two or more are gathered in my name, there I am also.”

Which I call the Holy Spirit, The Divine Living Presence or the Christos Sophia

When I’m placed before a group—no matter the size—I’ve learned it’s not by accident. I am being called to hold a specific frequency, to activate something in the collective field. And so, my presence alone becomes an invitation for transformation.

But here’s the paradox.

Some people feel instantly expanded in my presence. They sense a new timeline open up, a glimpse of their true potential. Others may feel stirred, uncomfortable, even triggered. Why? Because transformation requires readiness. And beauty—true sacred beauty—can feel confronting when someone hasn’t yet remembered their own.

For a long time, I internalized this resistance as rejection. I made it personal. But no longer. Now, I stand in clarity and compassion. I no longer shrink or self-edit to appease the room. I’ve come to understand that not everyone will resonate with me in the moment, but their spirit might.

And that’s enough. That’s grace.

My only function is to embody love and offer blessing. The rest is between them and God. I have this saying that I’ve being sharing for 20 years now…

My responsibility to you is to be me. (it sums it up in just a few words)

The Architecture of Presence: Two Lenses of Expression

Over time, I’ve come to understand that my presence is created through two lenses:

(These are my specific lenses, they can be different for each person)

Lens One: Vibration

  • Strength
  • Beauty
  • Loving
  • Divinity
  • Integrity
  • Compassion
  • Intuition
  • Gratitude

Lens Two: Action

  • Benevolence
  • Prophecy
  • Blissfulness
  • Extraordinary
  • Resurrection
  • Truth
  • Plentiful
  • Unity

Together, these attributes form a radiant field. But, as with all energy, they hold polarity. When distorted, the vibrational lens can be felt as weakness, resentment, ugliness, or being bound to the material. The action-based lens may appear as destruction, misunderstanding, unworthiness, or mediocrity.

Presence, therefore, is the living combination of vibration and action. It is a sacred offering. But it is also a mirror. And when others look into that mirror, they will either feel the call to rise or the discomfort of resistance. That’s not mine to manage.

My task is to stay aligned, to remain available to the alchemical process of the soul’s work.

Meeting People Where They Are… or Not

We’ve all heard the phrase:

“You have to meet people where they’re at.”

And while this holds truth in intimate, one-on-one exchanges, it doesn’t always translate in group dynamics. In a group, one can only speak from a clear context, hold steady to their vibration, and trust that what lands is what is meant to land.

People arrive at different stages of readiness, willingness, and availability to grow. They carry different needs for validation, different karmic imprints, and different soul contracts.

Which is why part of my own soul work has been to clear the karmic residue from past lives that may have once limited my expression. In this lifetime, these are the transformations I’ve been called to anchor:

  • From Destructive to Benevolence
  • From Misunderstood to Prophecy
  • From Unworthy to Blissfulness
  • From Ordinary to Extraordinary
    → Together, these support my vision; Sacred Beauty
  • From Victimized to Resurrection
  • From Falsehood to Truth
  • From Inadequate to Plentiful
  • From Comparison to Unity
    → Together, these embody my mission; Transformation

This ongoing evolution supports my soul’s purpose and amplifies my ability to serve.

And now, at 66, I feel a deeper embodiment of this than ever before. It’s not just what I know—it’s who I’ve become.

But What About Those Who Don’t Want Transformation or Sacred Beauty?

This is the question that lingered in my heart:

What happens when someone comes into my presence… and they don’t want transformation or sacred beauty?

Here is what I’ve come to know:

Some people don’t consciously desire transformation because it threatens the identity they’ve spent a lifetime building. Others don’t recognize sacred beauty because they’ve been conditioned to value the superficial over the soul. And others are simply not ready.

But the soul is a vast, timeless force. Just because the mind resists, doesn’t mean the spirit isn’t listening.

My job isn’t to convince, convert, or cater.
My job is to transmit truth with love.

And so, even if a person isn’t ready to receive transformation or sacred beauty consciously, their soul might take in just enough light to stir a future awakening. And if nothing else, I can always bless them, exactly as they are.

Because in the end, our true presence is never wasted. It plants seeds. It opens timelines. It honours divinity.

So here I am—66 years alive—and more devoted than ever to living my truth out loud.

I’ve stopped trying to make myself small to soothe others’ discomfort. I’ve stopped questioning the magnitude of my vision and mission. I’ve chosen to trust the truth of my soul’s purpose.

Because the truth is, whether someone wants transformation and sacred beauty or not—my presence, my spirit will still offer it.

It’s who I am now.
It’s what I carry.
And it’s why I’m here.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth