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The Child Who Became An Adult Too Soon

Hello wondrous Souls,

I have been revisiting an early chapter of my life lately — one I thought had already dissolved into understanding. When I was four years old, I had to leave my father. The circumstances were painful, shaped by elements of abuse toward my mother and me. I won’t go into the details, but what matters is the shift that happened inside me from that moment on. Something rose in me, a self-protective vigilance, and I stepped into a version of adulthood no child should ever have to carry.

My father never supported me in my life after that, not financially and not emotionally. And almost without knowing it, I took up the role of provider and protector. I became the one who must make ends meet, who must stay alert, who must keep the emotional sky from falling. Even now, I can feel the echo of that child who believed she had to be the one to hold her own world together.

It’s astonishing how these early imprints continue to ripple through our lives, even decades later. I am nearly 67, and I’ve forged an extraordinary story of dignity, strength and hope. And have accomplished many wonderful things in my life, including creating an amazing transformational tool, guiding others through profound transitions, and writing three books on healing yourself, owning your story, and embracing your spiritual evolution. I have lived as both student and teacher of transformation. And yet, here I am, arriving at a place I never knew was still waiting in the landscape of my own story. It has been nudging me gently, yet it has taken me by surprise.

Even with all my tools, wisdom, and lived experience, something tender has been rising, the old feeling of needing to be an adult too soon, resurfacing like a forgotten song. 

You see, forgiving my father came long ago, as did compassion. But some stories lodge themselves in the body, not the mind, and they wait for the right moment to be rewritten. I am beginning to understand that this moment of healing is connected to my art, with me finally and fully claiming myself as an Artist.

Because drawing and painting were the one thing my little self truly loved. It was my sanctuary. My joy. My untouched realm of innocence and wonder. As I open myself to this identity wholeheartedly, it feels as though I am stepping back into the place where I once felt totally free and at ease in the world. 

This form of creative expression is awakening a part of me that never had the true luxury of childhood. With every creation I embrace, I can feel her coming closer. In every choice of colour, I sense her presence again. It is as though she trusts me now and trusts that I can hold what she could not.

This season of my life feels like a gentle rite of passage.

Not into adulthood because like U said I did that a long time ago. But into an inner holiday, a newfound gentleness, and an inner homecoming, all coming together as one sweet sigh of deep gratitude. 

I am learning to speak to that four-year-old with the voice of the elder she never had. I am letting her know that the danger is long gone. 

I am letting her know she doesn’t have to make ends meet, emotionally or spiritually, ever again. I am letting her know she is allowed to play, to create, to be messy, to explore and to have, at last, the childhood she lost.

Perhaps this is the true gift of growing older: a ripening into softness, a return to what was once abandoned, a liberation from the roles we had no choice but to inhabit.

I am ready to let the little girl play. And I am prepared to hold her with tenderness. I am ready to paint her back into wholeness.

And in doing so, I am allowing a new story to take shape, the one where survival no longer leads the way, and the Artist within me finally steps into the light she always carried.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

Heart Centres, Animal Companions, and the Story That Returns to Us

Hello wonderous Souls,

Today, I am sharing a few insights with you; they may appear eclectic, but bear with me, they are indeed connected.

Listening to the Heart’s Invitations

Recently, a steady stream of inner guidance has been asking me to drop more deeply into my heart. These messages feel like preparation for the Heart-Centred Meditation series I’m developing, yet they also carry something more personal, an initiation into a different way of understanding the heart itself.

One insight arrived with particular clarity:
the heart is not a single centre, but a network that extends into the palms of the hands and the soles of the feet.

In this way, the body holds five heart centres, the primary heart in the chest, and four extensions that radiate its field. This explains what I’ve experienced for so long: waves of warmth in my palms, tingling in my feet, and currents of energy that rise whenever I enter heart-centred practice. These sensations are not peripheral. They are the heart speaking through its wider circuitry.

Animal Wisdom Across Lifetimes

As this understanding has unfolded, another awareness has deepened, my long relationship with animals and the wisdom they carry. In the Living Attributes Framework, animal wisdom is aligned with one’s instincts. Since the time Bruce the kangaroo visited us, I’ve felt an awakening of this instinctual realm. And recall the many dreams over the years, of animal spirits in my garden who are frequent, vivid, and purposeful.

I know now that these beings are not merely symbols. They are soul companions. Some may be from the past, or some perhaps from the future, arriving to align with me in this moment.

I feel the presence of one companion, especially Ruan, a lion/lioness whose spirit has travelled with me across lifetimes. Ruan is both guardian and kin, an embodiment of courage, sovereignty, and fierce devotion. In other lives, Ruan’s presence protected me like a shield, offering a safety that still echoes through my instincts today. Although not physically present in this lifetime, Ruan’s majestic and loving presence continues to guide me, reminding me how blessed I am to walk among so many expressions of animal wisdom even now.

Shadow Dwellers and the Lore of Balance

With this renewed sensitivity has come a clearer understanding of shadow dwellers—habitual or shadow spirits that accompany the angelic rays. Someone asked at Temple recently, “What is their purpose?” My answer rose instantly: to make us stronger.

The model of light and shadow attributes, along with the process of correction and transformation, was given for exactly this reason. I see it like this, if there is One Divine Unified Presence that creates all things, then shadow is not an accident. It is part of the balance that the cosmos is built upon. Growth requires variance, and consciousness deepens through encountering what challenges us.

A Lesson from the Land of the Dead

This truth echoed again while rewatching the series His Dark Materials. There is a scene in an episode exploring the Land of the Dead where a frightening creature saves Lyra from falling into a deep dust chasm. After flying into the chasm and rescuing her, Lyra gives the harpy called No-name a new name: Gracious Wings. And the harpies now discover the power of story. True stories are nourishing. They feed the harpies in a way that lies and wickedness could not. They agree to allow the dead safe passage out of the Land of the Dead, in exchange for their true stories. “Liars cannot pass!” the newly named Gracious Wings declares. The newly named harpy wants Lyra to get out so that she can tell the story of its new name.

Now here’s the part they left out in the show, the story of No-Name in the books tells Lyra and Will of their kind’s damnation:

“Thousands of years ago, when the first ghosts came down here, the Authority gave us the power to see the worst in everyone, and we have fed on the worst ever since, till our blood is rank with it and our very hearts are sickened. But still, it was all we had to feed on. It was all we had. And now we learn that you are planning to open a way to the upper world and lead all the ghosts out into the air …

What will we do now? I shall tell you what we will do: from now on, we shall hold nothing back. We shall hurt and defile and tear and rend every ghost that comes through, and we shall send them mad with fear and remorse and self-hatred. This is a wasteland now; we shall make it a hell!”

But it was Will, Lyra’s devoted companion and friend, who spoke up – “Harpies,” he said, “we can offer you something better than that. Answer my questions truly, and hear what I say, and then judge. When Lyra spoke to you outside the wall, you flew at her. Why did you do that?”

“Lies!” the harpies all cried. “Lies and fantasies!”

Will, replied, “Yet when she spoke just now, you all listened, every one of you, and you kept silent and still. Again, why was that?”

“Because it was true,” said No-Name. “Because she spoke the truth. Because it was nourishing. Because it was feeding us. Because we couldn’t help it. Because it was true. Because we had no idea that there was anything but wickedness. Because it brought us news of the World, the Sun, the Wind, and the Rain. Because it was true.”

I now understand this passage and why it has stayed with me so deeply. Even the shadow longs to be acknowledged, not because it seeks praise, but because everything that exists wishes to belong in the story of all life. To give life is to include all of it, the light, the shadow, the parts we fear, and the parts that have saved us.

The Little Gold Locket

This understanding also returned to me in the form of a small gold heart locket, one my father gave me for my seventh birthday. My parents had now divorced, my father had struggled to be a good father because of alcohol and substance addiction, and was deeply entangled in his own emotional pain. Years later, burdened by old wounds, I decided to throw the locket into the garden, wanting to bury the memories that felt too heavy to carry.

But the locket found its way back.

While clearing the garden, my partner unearthed the locket unexpectedly and handed it to me. It felt almost conscious, as if it had waited for the moment it knew I would be ready to receive it again.

Now, approaching my 67th year, I finally understand its symbolism. It was never a token of what my father failed to be. It was an offering of what he longed to give. It was a gesture of hope from a man who wished he could have been better, but who still wanted to offer something beautiful to his little daughter.

The locket, like Gracious Wings, whispered:
“Include me in your story. Don’t leave me in the shadows.”

The Story That Makes Us Whole

Today I reclaim the locket as part of my story, not the wounded part, but the part that brought strength, beauty, tenderness, and a deeper sense of divinity into my life. I honour the man who gave it to me, not for perfection, but for the small gesture of his love and his humanness with all its flaws.

This is the lore of life on Earth:
Every presence must be acknowledged for the story to be whole.

The heart knows this.
The animals know it.
The shadows know it.
And the locket knew it too.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

Know Your Divinity

Your Living Goddess Emerges

There are prayers that arrive through yearning, and there are prayers that arrive through grace. This one came to me in its entirety on waking — in 2008. I remember that morning as if it were folded in light. The words flowed effortlessly, like something ancient remembering itself through me:

Know your Divinity, and allow your Living Goddess to emerge.

For your body is your Temple and your sacred passage,

A wealth of ancient knowledge and an immaculate masterpiece of creation.

It is your Divinity that brings forth life in every living cell,

And it is your love of the Light that brings forth life.

Use your Light, and use it well.

I seal this prayer in faith, in trust, and in truth. ~ And so it is.

At the time, I received it as a beautiful invocation — a living prayer of remembrance. But nearly two decades later, I understand that the deeper purpose of this prayer was to awaken within me a more profound truth — the true nature of Divinity itself.

The Revelation of Divinity

This word, Divinity, has often been wrapped in robes of religion or placed on altars far from our reach. Yet today, I see it for what it truly is: not something outside of us to be worshipped, but something within us to be awakened.

Divinity is the radiant pulse that animates our being — the profound truth beneath the noise of the world. It is the breath of the Creator moving through the creation. It is the very essence of our Light.

When we speak of the Living Goddess, we are not speaking of an external figure, but of the sacred beauty and intelligence within — the consciousness of life itself, expressing through form, through feeling, and through love.

The Inner Teaching of Yeshua

“If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.”

Yeshua’s teachings, much like this prayer, held two levels of meaning — the outer for the many, and the inner for those ready to remember. In the Gospel of Thomas, verse 70 carries this eternal message:

This is the same message I now feel moving through my prayer — the call to bring forth the Divinity within. It is not about religion, nor hierarchy, nor separation. It is the pure, living wisdom of awakening — of knowing ourselves as creators, coexisting with the Light that formed us.

Living as the Light

To know your Divinity is to honour your body as your Temple, your sacred passage of illumination. To allow your Living Goddess to emerge is to step fully into the remembrance of who you are — an immaculate masterpiece of creation.

When we use our Light consciously, we heal. When we love the Light within us, we give life to everything we touch. And when we live in trust and truth, we begin to mirror the radiant pattern of the Divine Plan itself.

A Living Blessing

Many years on, this prayer still lives in me — not as words, but as a way of being. It reminds me daily that to live in the Light is not a path we walk toward; it is a homecoming to the eternal presence already within us.

Know your Divinity and allow your Living Goddess to emerge.

For you are the Love and Light, and the Love and Light is with you. ~ And so it is. 

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

Holding the Light: Reflections on Jane Goodall’s Passing

When I received a message of gratitude from a friend who had seen my posts about Jane Goodall, my heart stirred in a way that surprised me. My response to her felt almost instinctive: “It’s the least one can do.”

Because when someone like Jane departs this earthly plane, something profound happens. It is not only a loss we mourn—it is a transmission we receive.

I have long believed that when an icon of such gracious magnitude passes, their archetypal codes disperse. These luminous codes, born from a lifetime of devotion and love, do not vanish; instead, they ripple outward, searching for open hearts ready to carry the flame forward. They find those of us who loved, admired, and aligned with their essence—and they gently rest within us, asking to be lived, embodied, and shared.

Today, I have wept three times for Jane. Not out of despair, but out of a deep and sacred opening. Each tear felt like a prayer, an initiation, a holy reminder that grief can be the tender hand that opens us to more love, more reverence, more responsibility. In those moments of weeping, I felt her presence move through me, not as absence, but as a call to continue holding the necessary light for the evolution of our humanity.

I believe Jane Goodall was indeed an Angel sent to guide us and support our beautiful planet and its animal kingdom. She was a living testament to the power of gentle strength, steadfast vision, and radical compassion. She showed us what it means to listen—truly listen—to the earth, to animals, to the quiet voices of wisdom within us all. And though her physical form has passed, her archetypal presence remains—a code etched into the collective soul.

To my dear friend who thanked me for sharing: I thank you. Your message allowed me to articulate what my heart already knew but had not yet put into words—that powerful souls like Jane do not leave us. They expand through us.

May we honour her not by imitating her path, but by walking our own with the same grace, courage, and devotion to our purpose in life.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

Understanding Timelines

We Don’t Shift Our Location, We Shift Our Identity!

When I first heard about shifting timelines, I wondered if shifting timelines meant entering an entirely new place—as though the universe would carry me to a different Earth. But as my journey has unfolded, I’ve become more familiar with how it feels to shift my timeline.

Now, I see and experience that it is not about location at all—it is about identity.

Each timeline is a resonance field, born of the self I am willing to embody. And it’s my archetypes that guide me here.

My Alchemist-Mentor elevates me and teaches me how to transmute shadow into clarity and focus, guiding me to integrate lessons and turn them into light.

My Divine Child-Cultivator encourages me to protect and nurture my imagination, delight, and joy—qualities that keep me open to the newness of each timeline and version of me I step into.

My Visionary-Artist liberates me and opens my inner vision, and helps me see images, colours, and patterns that reveal what is possible.

And my Queen-Collaborator grounds me and reminds me to lead not from control but from devotion—gathering others in shared purpose and weaving our collective strengths.

  • QUEEN
  • DIVINE CHILD
  • VISIONARY
  • ALCHEMIST

When I shift timelines, I am not leaving one world for another. I am shedding an old identity and embodying a truer, more evolved version of myself. My archetypes walk with me as interdimensional companions, helping me navigate the subtle thresholds.

Sometimes the shift is quiet—a softening of the light around me, a new ease in a conversation, an unexpected synchronicity. Many times my life changes outwardly, but not always, yet I still know I am definitely perceiving and creating from a totally new identity.

  • My Alchemist-Mentor continues to transmute old versions of myself toward renewed clarity and identity.
  • My Divine Child-Cultivator continues to help me create culture, and arrive at my own belonging.
  • My Visionary-Artist continues to paint a path of community, reflection and self-love.
  • My Queen-Collaborator continues to open my heart to my cooperation, offering synergy and innovation.

This is what conscious evolution feels like. Not the chase for another place, but the full embodiment of a new vibration. Timelines are mirrors, reflecting the archetypal codes I am most ready to express. And the more I align with these inner archetypal codes, the more my purpose comes alive.

I am not travelling through space. I am travelling through my consciousness and my Soul. And with every identity shift—with my Alchemist, Divine Child, Visionary, and Queen— I open a doorway into a new timeline, one that has been waiting within me all along.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

The Living Goddess Code

The Only Real Thing: Is To Fulfil Our Purpose

There is a quiet moment, often unexpected, when life asks us to pause. Perhaps it comes as a whisper in the night, or as a sudden emptiness after achieving something we thought would make us happy. In that pause, we see clearly: the only thing that truly matters is not the trophies of the ego, but the fulfilment of our purpose.

Ego is clever—it tempts us with recognition, possessions, and fleeting victories. It convinces us that if only we can have more, do more, become more in the eyes of others, then we will finally feel complete. But inevitably, the satisfaction fades, and we are left with a hunger that cannot be fed by accolades or things.

Purpose, however, is different. Purpose is timeless. It’s that quiet compass within, our point of light in the heart that guides us toward what we came here to do, to embody, and to share. It is not about grandeur, but about truth.

Think of a candle: its purpose is not to prove its brilliance, but simply to burn. In burning, it gives light. In giving light, it fulfils itself. In the same way, our lives are most radiant when we allow our purpose to shine through us—without effort, without disguise.

Here is an example of being on purpose:

A person who had spent decades chasing positions of power and prestige. They admitted their résumé looked impressive, but their heart had become weary. Later in life, they began volunteering at a community garden, guiding children in planting seeds and tending to the earth. Now the person’s eyes glowed when they spoke of it. “For the first time,” they said, “I feel I’m doing what I was born to do.”

This story is a reminder that purpose does not need to be complicated—it simply needs to be lived.

When we shift from ego to purpose, we begin to feel a deeper kind of fulfilment, one that no one can take from us. Purpose connects us to the eternal flow of life from the Creator. It aligns us with the greater rhythm of creation, where every action becomes meaningful.

And here is the mystery: when we live on purpose, life conspires with us. The right people appear. Opportunities emerge without force. Doors open where there were only walls. Purpose carries its own momentum, and we find ourselves moving with a current far greater than our own will.

The world does not need more noise. It does not need more people seeking approval. It needs luminous beings who dare to live their truth. That is how we heal ourselves, and how we light the way for others.

The only real thing—the thing that endures when all else falls away—is to fulfil our purpose in this lifetime. Everything else is an echo of the ego and shadow. Purpose is the Flame of Life.

So ask yourself: 

What is the flame within me?

What am I here to bring alive?

And then, live it. For that is the most sacred gift you can give to the world—and to embody your own soul.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth