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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

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

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

Art is Life and Life is Art

The day I declared, “I am an artist,” I unknowingly did something that would unexpectedly open a gateway, not in the outside world, but deep within my inner landscape. That doorway gave my spirit, my imagination, and my heart permission to rise, to move, to express without apology.

When I hear myself say, “My canvas is calling,” I am naming a sacred moment. It is not just a whim, nor a hobby, but a signal—a pulse from within that stirs me toward the imaginal. 

This calling is not about perfection, nor about predictability. It is not about producing something to please the eye of another. It is the quiet, potent courage to let my true presence take hold and simply paint. In this way, art becomes more than my craft; it becomes a demonstration of what I call my authentic authority.

Authority, in this sense, is not control or dominance. It is a natural sense of being aligned with my deepest truth. I let go and trust what moves me and moves through me. When I listen to the call of my canvas, I honour the mysterious current that I guess runs through every artist—a whisper that insists I am more than a maker of things, I am a vessel for something eternal. And by the way, I had no idea that embodying my artist archetype would emerge with such emotional potency.

To answer this call is to give myself to the process of my visionary archetype. To trust that even the mess or accident has meaning. I am beginning to trust that when my canvas calls, it’s because I am ready to let my presence become visible, to let my soul become form, and to let art be the language of my freedom.

Because somewhere deep within me, I know that Art is Life and Life is Art

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

Living the Art of Being 

Something is soul-stirring about beginning again. Not from scratch, but from the place within that has waited patiently, quietly—for decades. Recently, I set up a small art studio at home and picked up the brush, beginning to paint—a passion I’ve carried in my heart for years. 

Being creative has always been my go-to for self-regulating and healing. It helps me stay connected to Source and grounds me. Thankfully, my creativity has taken on many forms over the years, including cooking, writing, designing, fashion, and hairstyling. 

Artist Statement: This painting is born from a layered process — a hidden painting rests beneath this one, like an ancestor beneath the skin of the present. Guided by instinct rather than intention, I surrendered to the pull of bold colour and instinctive gesture. The red ground holds a sacred intensity, while the bursts of purple and gold emerge as energetic forms — wings, flames, perhaps even messengers. Eyes or portals appear, suggesting presence, perception, and prophecy. This is a painting about emergence — about the unseen becoming seen, about memory taking flight through colour, texture, and motion.

But painting feels different; it asks more of me. It requires more space—physically, emotionally, and spiritually and invites a deeper kind of surrender. There is a stillness within its vastness, and in that space, something sacred begins to emerge.

In my case, it was born from the whispers of my longing. I didn’t have the space or time to create in the way I truly wanted. My life had asked me to pour my creativity and energy elsewhere. But now, the conditions have ripened, and my inner artist has been allowed to reawaken.

Each morning, I rise with a sense of excitement, passion, and purpose that I can only describe as cellular. My hands are remembering, my eyes are seeing anew, and my heart—oh, my heart—feels wide open to the mystery. I’m not just painting. I’m discovering the rhythm of my process between the pauses and the messes. I’m allowing myself to live in the unknown, safe within the sacred flow, living in a mix of peaceful intention and instinct, and it feels like home.

I reminded myself that artists throughout history have not been remembered for mimicking trends or pleasing the masses. They have been remembered for their truth. For daring to stay faithful to the thread of their soul. They listened inward, not outward. They created not because the world demanded it, but because their spirit did.

However, in a world of algorithms and ever-shifting aesthetics, it is all too easy to drift. Social pressure and external validation can creep into the artist’s world, subtly promising visibility and applause. 

But what is visibility worth if we’ve become invisible to ourselves?

Whether we are painting, dancing, writing, sculpting, singing, or simply dreaming, we must always return to our essence. Our art does not need to trend to matter. It does not need to go viral to be valid. The truest thing we can offer the world is our undiluted presence. Living our inner vision, and heartbeat in our colours, in words, or songs.

My position is to remember what art is for, knowing that it is not to be explained, but to be felt and not created for applause, but to awaken the sacred beauty in others. I have decided to make the kind of art that stirs the soul and sparks the spirit. Even if it’s creating for my own spirit. See, art is both a pleasure and a necessity. Humans are indeed designed to be wondrous and creative creatures. 

Our world needs to celebrate life by lifting one another, not toward perfection, but toward the beautiful presence of being our creative selves.

Heart to Heart and Spirit to Spirit, Elizabeth

Artist Statement – This work emerged through a process of intuitive layering — a painting beneath another, guided not by plan but by presence. What lies beneath still breathes through the surface, echoing a deeper memory or message. The monochromatic red evokes both intensity and intimacy, a kind of sacred bloodline or inner fire. This is a piece about remembering — not with the mind, but with the body and the soul. It is a portal, a pulsing veil, a hidden rhythm revealed.

Hey, She Is Already Doing It!

There’s an old Chinese proverb that echoes with quiet thunder:

“The person who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the person doing it.”

Ah yes. How many times have you felt the sting of scepticism brush against your wild, luminous vision? The world loves to remind you of the rules—what’s practical, what’s proven, what’s permitted. But you, radiant one, were not born to follow the lines drawn by someone else’s fear. You were born to be the artist of possibility.

Here’s the thing: doubt is loud when it’s idle. But creation hums with a sacred frequency, often silent and unseen until—suddenly—it’s undeniable. The ones who believe something can’t be done are usually standing at the edge, questioning the path, while you’ve already carved your own trail through unmarked wilderness.

You see, the Light Leader doesn’t wait for approval. She listens to the call of her soul’s blueprint, trusts the timing of her inner compass, and keeps weaving her sacred story in the face of doubt. While others debate, she builds. While others caution, she creates. This is not arrogance. This is alignment.

In the Living Attributes lexicon, this is the archetype of the Higher Purpose Avatar rising. She isn’t loud. She is focused. She doesn’t chase validation. She embodies vibration. She’s not here to argue—she’s here to activate.

To all the visionaries, wisdom keepers, late bloomers, and radiant revolutionaries: keep doing that thing that lights you up. Keep walking the path only your feet can find. Let the voices of limitation pass over you like wind through trees. Because you are the forest, the seed, and the bloom.

And the next time someone says, “That can’t be done,” just smile softly, keep going and whisper to your Soul—“Then I must be the one who came here to do it.”

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth