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The Difference Between a Feeling and a Belief

Why this distinction quietly changes everything in the healing process

Many people use the words feeling, emotion, and belief interchangeably. Yet in the inner world, they describe very different phenomena. Learning to discern between them is one of the most quietly revolutionary steps on a healing path, because it returns us to the truth of what belongs to the body, what belongs to the mind, and what belongs to conditioned identity.

At the most fundamental level, a feeling is a direct physiological sensation.
It is simple.
It is immediate.
It is present-moment.

“I am hungry.”
“I am tired.”
“I am cold.”
“I am hot.”
“I am tense.”
“I feel pressure in my chest.”

These are not interpretations, but raw sensory information arising from the nervous system. They do not comment on who we are and do not describe our worth. They do not assign meaning, but simply report the state of the person.

In contrast, statements such as:

“I am unlovable.”
“I am unsafe.”
“I am unwanted.”
“I am broken.”
“I am too much.”

are not feelings. They are beliefs.

They may arrive with emotional charge, but their structure is cognitive and are conclusions. Stories and identity statements that formed over time in response to lived experience.

This distinction matters because the body and the psyche speak different languages.

The body speaks in sensation, and the psyche speaks in narrative.

When early experiences overwhelm a child’s capacity to process—such as neglect, emotional abandonment, violence, or inconsistent caregiving—the nervous system records what happened as sensation, but the mind tries to make sense of it through meaning-making. A young child does not think, “My caregiver is dysregulated and lacks capacity.” The child thinks, “It must be me.”

From this moment, a belief is born.

Not because it is true. Not because it reflects the essence, but because it provides coherence in chaos.

Over time, these beliefs can feel indistinguishable from identity. They present themselves as facts. Yet they are closer to adaptive strategies than truths. They were brilliant survival responses designed to maintain attachment, belonging, and continuity of relationship.

This is why trauma-informed healing places such emphasis on separating sensation from story.

When someone says,
“I feel rejected,”
what is often more accurate is:
“I feel a tightening in my chest and my mind is generating the belief that I am being rejected.”

This is not semantic. It is structural.

The moment we recognise that the sensation is real but the interpretation is optional, something begins to soften. We step out of unconscious identification and into conscious relationship.

We move from:

“I am unlovable.” to “A wave of sadness is moving through me, and a familiar belief about unlovability is being activated.”

This shift restores choice.

  • Feelings move.
  • Sensations rise and fall.
  • Beliefs repeat.

This alone tells us something important.

What repeats is not truth, and what repeats is conditioning.

Gabor Maté’s body of work consistently points toward this terrain: that much of what we call “personality” is actually wound structure, and much of what we call “self” is a patchwork of coping adaptations layered on top of original innocence.

Strongly held beliefs often form precisely where original self-connection was interrupted.

In this light, healing is not about becoming someone new but about releasing what we were never meant to carry.

When we re-anchor awareness in the body, we return to a more honest data stream. Sensation tells us what is happening now. Beliefs tell us what happened then.

Both deserve compassion, and neither defines essence.

This understanding also dissolves a common misconception: that intense emotional pain means something is wrong with us. In reality, intense emotion often signals that an old belief is being brushed against, not that the belief is true.

You can experience sadness without being broken, feel fear without being unsafe.
And you can feel loneliness without being unlovable.

Sensation is experience, and belief is interpretation.

Learning to pause, feel, and inquire gently:

“What is the sensation?”
“What is the story?”
“Which one is actually me?”

becomes a sacred practice of self-empowerment. Over time, something subtle but profound occurs.

The body becomes a trusted ally, the mind becomes a curious observer, and identity loosens its grip.

And beneath the layers of story, what quietly reveals itself is not deficiency, not damage, not lack—but presence. awareness. life itself, moving.

This is not a destination; it is a remembering.

A remembering that who you are has always existed prior to every belief you ever learned to carry.

And that is very good news.

Heart To Heart, Elizabeth

THE CHANGE – Your body was never the problem

When women enter The Change – Part One

Today I am talking about something very close to my heart…

There is a quiet reckoning that arrives for many women in perimenopause and postmenopause. I prefer to give it back its original title, The Change, which is actually much more appropriate.

It is not always named aloud, yet it is deeply felt.

A shift occurs in the relationship we have with our bodies; sometimes it feels foreign and strange, sometimes it fills us with disappointment or even grief. Loathing may be too harsh a word, yet for many, something like loathing or estrangement does seem to take place. The body that once moved easily, responded predictably, or mirrored familiar cycles begins to speak a different language.

Hormones change, brain chemistry begins to recalibrate, joints stiffen, sleep becomes fragmented, and muscles seem to weaken. And the belly, for many women, thickens not as a failure of their diet but as a biological response to a profound internal transformation.

Yet we live in a culture that has not learned how to honour this passage. Instead of being welcomed as a rite of initiation, it is often framed as a decline. And so, without meaning to, women may turn against the very body that is carrying them into their next and most significant role.

This is the quiet danger of this stage in life; not the physical changes themselves, but the erosion of self-love that can accompany them.

Because beneath the surface of these changes, something extraordinary is occurring. Neurologically, hormonally, psychologically, women are moving into a phase of greater integration, perspective, and inner authority. The urgency to please softens, and the tolerance for the superficial thins. What emerges is discernment, clarity, and power. Not power as dominance, but the power of coherence and the kind that does not need permission.

And yet, when a woman stands before the mirror and sees only what has been lost, like tone, youth, familiarity, she may unconsciously confirm the very narratives the world has long projected onto her: that she is becoming less visible, less desirable, less relevant. This internalised story quietly undermines the sacred truth of what is actually unfolding.

Self-rejection at this stage is not neutral; it shapes how a woman speaks, how she occupies space, and how willing she is to be seen. When love and respect for the body diminish, the voice often follows. Confidence contracts and visibility feels risky. The woman who is meant to step forward as an Elder, a Matriarch, a cultural carrier of wisdom, instead learns to shrink.

Beautiful wisdom weavers of our world, our body is not betraying us; it is initiating us.

The softening belly is not a flaw; it is a centre of gravity shifting inward. Muscle loss is not a sentence; it is an invitation to move differently, to listen more closely, rest more, breathe into the change that you are living through. Find your strength with some gentle intention rather than force. What if your stiffness is asking for compassion, not judgment, because these changes are signals of real change, not punishments?

To love the body during this transition is a radical act, and it requires a new gaze; one that does not measure worth by tightness, speed, or compliance with outdated ideals. It asks us to see our bodies as allies in evolution, not objects to be corrected.

If women are to rise into visibility as Elders and Matriarchs, not just symbolic roles, but living their true presences in families, communities, and culture, self-love must become fundamental, not performative self-love and not affirmation layered over resentment. But a grounded, embodied reverence for the body as it is, here, now, in its wisdom phase.

Because how we treat our bodies becomes the template for how the world treats us.

When a woman loves and honours her body, she stands differently. She speaks with gravity; she no longer negotiates her worth, and her presence communicates something bolder and older than fashion and deeper than trend. She becomes a stabilising force, a witness, a keeper of perspective in a world addicted to a false beauty, the need for more and urgency.

This stage of life is not an ending; it is a threshold.

And it is our body, with its changing, demanding, and revealing, that is the doorway through which we pass. To meet it with love is not indulgent; it is necessary. It is how women reclaim their authentic leadership and step forward, not apologetically, but deliberately, into the role they were always meant to inhabit.

Just a reminder, don’t wallow in the weeds for too long, let the Sun in your heart shine through because dear one, you have done the hard yards, now it is time to fully Be You.

You Are Truly Amazing!

Heart to heart, Elizabeth

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Your purpose is not what you do!

Your purpose is not what you do; it is what awakens, calms, illuminates, or rearranges the inner world of another when you dare to live as your Radiant Self.

Purpose is a frequency, a living signature, a quiet transmission of your Light filled Attributes. It is the echo of your essence moving through the field, brushing against someone else’s story and reminding them of their own forgotten brilliance.

In the language of the Living Attributes Codex, purpose is not an action but an activation.


It is the way your presence may stir the Faith of the Awakening Portal…
a Loving Coherence of the Integration Portal… 

or the rare luminosity of the Emergence Portal where Divinity meets everyday life.

This is the Sacred Spiral in motion, your inner light travelling outward, touching someone else’s spiral, and sparking their next orbit of becoming.

Think of this: How many times has a single conversation, a single sentence, a single moment with someone shifted the direction of your inner world? Those small, profound pivots happen because their attributes and archetypes spoke directly to your own.

Not the words. Not the task, but the transmission. Your purpose lives in that same quiet alchemy.

It might be in your storytelling, or your leadership, or your compassion, or the way you hold space through your coherent presence.

But the form is merely the vessel, the real purpose is the resonance it awakens in others, a subtle remembering of their own seed of the soul.

And here is the grace: Purpose can never truly be misplaced. Even when the outer identity shifts, the inner circuitry remains. Your living attributes, those twelve luminous strands, continue to weave themselves through every conversation, every offering, every simple gesture of kindness or clarity.

So ask yourself with gentle honesty:

What happens to people when I do what I do?
Do they exhale?
Do they lift?
Do they feel seen, recognised, restored?
Do they step closer to their own inner authority, their own source of light?

When you find that answer, you see the golden thread of your purpose, not a destination, but a living field. A forward-moving spiral. A subtle blessing. A light that travels beyond words, beyond time, into the hearts of those you touch.

This is the true work, the way of the Seed of the Soul, the Sacred Spiral and your Divine Destiny, that luminous path your soul has already chosen.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

The Archetype of The Holy Family

When a man and a woman come together for the sacred purpose of creation, there must be a presence greater than themselves—the fifth element: LOVE. It is through this divine force that the miracle of life is activated. When their union is infused with LOVE, the soul of the newly born vessel intrinsically knows its name and its root.

The child’s innate qualities are organically awakened and will continue to unfold throughout their entire life. At the moment of conception, it is the Christing Light that begins the child’s journey, and it is this same Light that will guide and sustain them through every stage of their existence.

This profound act—the union of two families—creates an abundance of life force, and from this merging, a new family is born. The blood of generations past flows forward to bring life to the newborn child, forming a bridge between the old and the new. This life force, imbued with the golden light of Shekinah, becomes the thread that connects us all in the sacred lineage of creation.


Through this divine act, not only is a new child born, but so too are a new mother, a new father, aunts, uncles, grandmothers, and grandfathers. We are transformed by this process, becoming something greater than ourselves—creators of a new family.

I believe the cornerstones of a thriving family are Respect, Love, Joy, and Ritual.

  • RESPECT forms the foundation for all healthy relationships.
  • LOVE is the sweet elixir that sustains and nourishes the family.
  • JOY elevates the spirit, bringing harmony and connection.
  • RITUAL is how we acknowledge and honour the divine presence in all aspects of life.

Rituals and ceremonies hold a unique power to bring families together, offering a sacred pause from the routines of daily life. These acts of celebration honour the divine union at the heart of family and creation itself. Without the holy, ceremonies can feel hollow, leaving participants with a sense of incompleteness. Our authentic human nature is rooted in our connection to the myths and truths of creation. To celebrate anything without first honouring the gift of creation is to miss the essence of what gives life meaning.

As this remarkable year draws to a close, I invite you to reflect on these thoughts. Together, let us remember: we are all the Creator’s divine creation, bound by a shared lineage of Respect, Love, Joy and Ritual. Together, we are the Creator’s beloved family.

Heart to Heart, and Blessings to you this Christmas
Elizabeth

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Seed of the Soul

Remembering My Origin Story and the Living Attributes Codex

Revelation comes in whispers long before it steps into the light. What first appears as a quiet message from the unseen gradually reveals itself as the guiding force it has always been.

For years, I felt the presence of this message, long before I understood its meaning. It arrived as a subtle echo, a reminder I could sense but not yet articulate. Only through deep inner work—through retreats, rituals, and the willingness to face my own origins—did its significance begin to crystallise.

Lately, so many pieces have fallen into place. What I once experienced as fragmented insights now feel like a cohesive story of remembering. The Origin Story retreat, the Living Grace work, and even the spontaneous awakenings I wasn’t expecting have all guided me back to a truth I had carried all along: everything I was searching for has always been within me.

The Impulse to Exist: My Mission is Rooted in my Origin Story

Throughout my life, I’ve felt a persistent impulse—an urgency that wasn’t about achievement, but about being here with purpose. It often felt ancient, as though it belonged to a mission that began long before this lifetime. At times, I sensed I had something to complete, something essential to fulfil as part of my very existence.

As I’ve reconnected with deeper layers of my origin story, I’ve come to understand that this impulse wasn’t random. It was encoded. It was woven into my soul from the beginning, shaping my path and repeating itself until I was ready to remember.

The Living Attributes Codex: My Inner Map of Sovereignty

One of the most profound recognitions has been understanding that I carry a codex within me, a living blueprint of my essential attributes. It has been guiding my decisions, my sensitivities, and my orientation to life for as long as I can remember.

This codex is not something I was meant to study outside myself. It is something I was meant to remember.

Within it live the elements that have consistently appeared in my journey:

  • The Seed
  • The Spiral
  • The Soul
  • The Self-referencing field
  • The Sun
  • The Stillness
  • The Sovereignty

These aren’t mere symbols to me. They are living intelligences; parts of my inner architecture that have always been communicating, waiting for me to notice their coherence and significance.

The Seed of My Soul: My Original Encoding

Just as a seed contains the entire potential of a tree, the seed of my soul holds my entire blueprint.

Within this seed lives:

  • My Core Essence
  • My Innate Wisdom
  • My Direction of Evolution
  • My Original Frequency
  • The Memory of My Mission and Purpose

Recognising the seed of my soul has given me a sense of sovereignty I didn’t know I was missing. It reminded me that I cannot grow into who I truly am without returning to my origin story and honouring the truth I hold within it.

The Sacred Spiral: How My Consciousness Moves

My awakening hasn’t happened in straight lines, it has been happening in spirals.

I’ve felt myself revisiting certain themes, lessons, and memories over and over, each time from a new vantage point. This spiral pattern mirrors the very geometry of life itself:

  • The galaxies above
  • The DNA within
  • The unfolding of nature
  • And the turning of my own awareness

Every time I’ve revisited an experience, a memory, or a question, it has carried me deeper into understanding. This is the Sacred Spiral at work; constantly in motion, constantly returning, and constantly expanding.

My Resonant Field: A Spiral Within Spirals

I’ve come to feel my own resonant field, an energetic atmosphere that holds my history, my patterns, and my potential. It shifts with my awareness. It expands when I remember who I am. And at its centre, I can sense my seed of divinity; my true origins glowing quietly.

Just as the Milky Way revolves around its Great Central Sun, I revolve around the centre of my own being, the luminous seed that holds everything I am meant to become.

This seed is the still point within my spiral and is the essence from which my entire life unfolds.

How the Living Attributes Codex Works in Me

The Living Attributes Codex reveals itself in lived experience. It has shown me how my inner architecture actually functions:

1. It brings me back to my original seed.

I begin remembering who I truly am, beyond conditioning or expectation.

2. It reactivates my Living Attributes.

The 84 attributes awaken for me to notice them, each one interconnected with the others.

3. It restores my ability to self-reference.

Instead of looking outward for direction, I turn inward to my own centre.

4. It recalibrates my resonant field.

Clarity increases. Intuition sharpens. My energy becomes coherent again.

5. It guides my unfolding.

Like a seed responding to the right conditions, I grow naturally into what I already am.

Remembering My Sovereign Nature

This journey has brought me back to my sovereignty, not as a stance of control, but as a state of inner resonance. Sovereignty for me is the alignment of truth, presence, and purpose that arises naturally from remembering my origin story.

I don’t have to teach sovereignty. I embody it.

I don’t have to explain the Codex. I live it.

I don’t have to seek my purpose. I remember it.

Because the seed of my soul has always known how to grow. It simply waited for the moment I was ready to recognise what was living inside me.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

Wisdom of the Ages | Your Origin Story

Don’t Invest in Someone Who Doesn’t Invest in You

As I move through the changing landscapes of my life, I keep returning to a quiet, steady truth: every relationship I hold—family, friendship, partnership, creative collaboration, or community—shapes the texture of my inner world. Each bond carries its own gravity, its own influence, its own invitation to grow.

Over the years, I’ve learned that the wisdom in don’t invest in someone who doesn’t invest in you is not sharp or defensive. It is tender. It is clarifying. It is the kind of truth that arrives when I finally listen to what my own energy has been trying to tell me.

I’ve known relationships where I was the one who kept the flame alive—where the conversations moved because I pushed them forward, where the care flowed mostly in one direction, where my presence was offered but not truly met. These moments didn’t make me naïve; they revealed how deeply I wanted connection to flourish.

But I’ve also learned that reciprocity is the heartbeat of healthy relationships. Every connection breathes through mutual presence, shared responsibility, and a willingness to meet each other with honesty. When that balance fades, I feel it. Something in me strains to compensate, and I start shrinking to maintain what no longer has the structure to stand.

Choosing not to invest in places that do not nourish me is not an act of rejection. It is an act of restoration. It is me returning to the centre of my own field, gathering back the energy I scattered in hope, and honouring the truth that my care is a precious resource—not something to be spent in silence.

And when I honour that truth, my world shifts. Space opens. My breath deepens. I find myself drawn into relationships—of every kind—that meet me with readiness and respect. People appear who show up without prompting, who hold their part of the bridge, who recognise that connection is something we build together.

This clarity doesn’t close my heart; it refines it. It guides me to place my energy where it can echo and expand. It reminds me that I am at my best when I’m in relationships that understand the value of mutual investment.

Because when the exchange becomes balanced and alive, every connection—family, friendship, love, or creative partnership—becomes a vessel for evolution.

And in that mutual field, we rise.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth