The world is strange — and only getting stranger.
I should probably be writing something else right now. Something more “useful,” more “professional.”
But today? I feel melancholy.
There’s something odd in the air. A loop.
I keep seeing this race track — looping, looping, looping. And here come the cars. Straight at me.
I move like a sloth, so let’s be honest: I’m getting hit.
🌀 MAY REVELATIONS
I slowed down in May. Got quiet.
Tried to figure out what the actual fuck I’m doing here — in this life, in this role, in this digital space.
Here’s what it’s not:
It’s not just yelling that Trump didn’t win. I don’t want this to be that.
I never wanted that to be the point.
But then… what is the point?
Who am I when the phone is off?
Who am I when I turn it back on?
🧿 WHO AM I, REALLY?
I remember once, years ago, I was at a gathering.
A group of us were asked:
“Who are you?”
What a loaded question.
“Are you a mother?”
Yes, but not only.
“Are you a psychic?”
That’s something I do, not who I am.
“Are you a creator?”
Sure — but again, it’s not the full truth.
So who am I?
I’m me. I’m neurospicy, full of detours and sinkholes and strange knowing. I’m someone who writes fiction and prophecy and tries to meditate but ends up astral rambling. I believe in the gods, the goddesses, maybe even all of them at once.
And I also believe in telling the truth.
If you follow a psychic who tells you to only look at the positive, or to ignore bad news and just choose a higher reality — be careful.
That’s not just unrealistic. It’s disrespectful to people who are living in actual hell on earth.
You don’t rise by looking away. You rise by being present, by witnessing, by making choices with full awareness.
Spiritual bypassing isn’t enlightenment. It’s denial dressed up as light.
⚡ WHAT I BRING TO THIS SPACE
I’m not here to sell fluff.
I’m here to offer:
- My words of prophecy.
- My guidance, as clear as I can make it.
- My writing — because it is sacred to me.
- And the weird rituals that work for me — even if I can’t always do them consistently.
I anchor my visions in reality. I question what I see. I leave room for doubt.
But I also trust the messages that won’t stop coming.
🔮 THE JUNE WINDOW: WHAT I SAW
This month, I changed up my meditation. I stared at a calendar and asked:
Show me what matters.
And I got:
- June 21 (early morning) to June 28 — Something major. A shift.
- Kansas and Oklahoma — Weather. Destruction.
- I saw people covered in dust, walking in shock.
- FEMA? Gone.
- I saw people covered in dust, walking in shock.
- Hummingbirds — Messengers, flickers of clarity.
- Brazil — A hot zone. Watch that space.
- Ice and waves — Flooding? Climate? Polarity?
- TACO — He’s still here. I see a medical event, but it’s later in the month.
- He’s standing in a hospital room beside his bed.
- He’s standing in a hospital room beside his bed.
- Courts — I see the system trying to run like it was built to. Straining. Desperate. But still running. For now.
📣 WHAT’S COMING NEXT
At the end of June, I’ll release a July preview.
I’m still deciding if I’ll charge for it. I undervalue myself — my guides are right about that.
In a perfect world, all sacred knowledge would be free.
But for now? Summer is free.
I want to offer what I can while I can.
Let’s revisit things in September.
I’m also releasing a Gut Check Ritual at the end of June — a free download designed to help you distinguish signal from static.
It’s built for people like us — neurospicy mystics who don’t always have the energy for 3-hour ceremonies but still want to tap into truth.
You’ll find it on my website and my Substack when it’s ready. I’ll let you know.
This isn’t love and light. It’s mud and bone and knowing anyway. I’ll see you at the veil.
Sarah
