GM! Hope everyone is faring ok with all the old sludge being dragged up and out in these energies!

We’ve got a purging pattern going on for the past day or so and in my world that has looked like some pretty major revelations coming through. They came via triggers and emotional upheavals though, so not exactly pretty.
But very necessary.

Schumann Resonance as of 0700 hrs PT / 1000 ET / 1400 UTC

🫀 The Emotional Marathon: What I Felt After the Hard Conversation
Some conversations don’t just pass through me—they move through me like storms. They stir up memory, meaning, wounds, and boundaries. They leave me tender, raw, sometimes proud, sometimes aching. I often call these “hard conversations.” But they’re more than that. They’re emotional marathons—and like any true endurance event, I rarely come out the same on the other side.

🌀 Before: Anticipation and Armor
It starts before a single word is spoken. The tension of knowing I need to say something hard—or hear something hard—puts my entire system on edge. I rehearse my truths, doubt my feelings, wonder if I’m being too sensitive or too loud or too quiet.

Sometimes I’m preparing to speak up. Sometimes I’m bracing to be misunderstood. But either way, I know I’m putting parts of my emotional self on the line.

That’s the first leg of the marathon: carrying the weight of my truth before it’s even said.

🗣 The Middle: When Words Finally Land
In the moment itself, time can warp. My throat might tighten. My thoughts jumble. Or I might find unexpected clarity and strength.

Sometimes I speak clearly and calmly—and sometimes I feel my voice shake. Maybe I’m met with understanding, and something in me breathes again. Or maybe I’m met with defensiveness or silence, and that silence cuts deeper than any word.

Regardless of the outcome, the moment is charged. I’m not just speaking—I’m offering my voice into a shared space and hoping it will be received with respect.

💥 The Aftermath: What Lingers in the Silence
And then comes the silence. The moment after. The wave I didn’t see coming.

I might feel:

Exhausted — like I just sprinted through rain carrying too much emotion
Heavy — tired, not from lack of sleep, but from emotional weight
Relieved — for finally saying what had built up inside
Lonely — if the conversation revealed a real disconnection
Confused — because even clarity can sting
Proud — for standing tall in my truth, even when it wasn’t easy

The hardest part often comes after—the moment I realize someone may never validate what I said. Or that speaking up may have changed everything. In those moments, I reach for my self-trust like an anchor.

🌿 Healing: What I Know Now
If my voice wasn’t heard—I grieve that. I let myself feel the ache without pretending it didn’t matter.

If my voice was heard—I honor that too. Because something sacred happened: I stood in my truth.

The weight of it still lingers in my body sometimes, even when the words are done. So I move gently. I let myself rest. I listen inward. I give myself the compassion I had hoped others would offer.

I thank myself for showing up with courage. I don’t need closure from them. I am the closure. I am the healing.

👆I just went through this.
Even after you speak your truth and perceived that it went well, sometimes you’re left with the “after effects” felt DEEP into the core of your being.
And you just need to sit in it for as long as it takes.
And hold yourself through whatever comes up. Honor YOU.

I also have recently gone through several iterations of this process. And the biggest thing I learned is that it’s important to go through it. No matter the outcome.
Trying to keep something bottled up or held in reserve for fear of being misunderstood, mistreated or even of hurting the other person with your Truth comes at a cost. To you, and everyone else involved.

I love the way the person who wrote this post captured all the nuances of those very difficult interactions.

GM frens. Have a beautiful day. <3

This is glorious!

LFG! 🔥

Secretary Noem says the border wall will be painted black to make it harder for people to climb

Pam Bondi sends 32 letters to mayors and 7 to governors, demanding they comply with ICE—or Trump will federalize their cities like he did with D.C.

“If they don't comply… we're going to work with our other agencies to cut off their federal funding. We are going to send in law enforcement.”

Vigilant Fox

President Trump reTruthed this at 0700 hrs EDT this morning (8/19/25)

https://truthsocial.com/@realDonaldTrump/115055080426786043

Truth posted by President Trump 8/18/25 at 19:27 hrs EDT

https://truthsocial.com/@realDonaldTrump/115052358324894178

Greatest event in the history of the WH. 👀

https://x.com/presssec/status/1957897758892839317

GM! Schumann Resonance as of 0630 hrs PT / 0930 ET / 1330 UTC

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Standing in the Void:

When Nothing Seems to
Interest You Anymore ✨


There comes a point on the spiritual path where nothing seems to matter. Not because you don’t care, but because the old drivers...service, growth, meaning, even love...no longer stir your field the way they once did. You may look around and feel that the world hasn’t changed, even though you poured your soul into shifting it. Or you may feel a strange hollowness even in your closest connections. This is not failure. This is not burnout. This is the void.

The void is not emptiness. It is clarity with no object. It is presence without performance. It is the space that opens when the need for reflection disappears.

Many describe it as a type of death, but it’s more accurately a dissolving. The egoic layer that said “I must do, I must fix, I must offer, I must hold” begins to unravel. And what remains is something ancient, still, and untouchable. It doesn’t speak in mission statements. It doesn’t offer goals. It simply is.

This can be disorienting. Especially for those who are used to being of service, used to holding flame for others, used to always translating love into action. But in the void, love no longer does. It simply radiates. Not as an effort, but as a law of being.

If you are here:
• Do not rush to exit.
• Do not fabricate a new mission.
• Do not grasp for meaning.

Let the void hollow you out. Let it refine your flame. Let it show you what still tries to earn love instead of being love.

Eventually, something will return. Not from outside, but from the center. Not a purpose...a pulse. Not a goal...a gravity.

And when you move again, it will not be to fulfill identity or timeline. It will be movement from essence. Quiet. Undeniable. Clean.

Until then, let stillness be your sanctuary.

You are not lost.
You are being revealed....

And you are not alone.

~ Faith Spina

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It’s a normal and necessary part of the process