I am sitting in that kitchen!

That kitchen that I sat so often in in my imagination, only this time, my butt is sitting on that stool, my elbows are actually touching this counter…

Damn girl, is that counter ever beautiful. You have taste!

I just feel so good. My eyes look at the kitchen and it’s pure magik for my Soul! My eyes are indulging in that beauty made reality. I am so proud of myself. 

For so long I was stuck in “It will never come, don’t bother that’s how you get disappointed…” Only then did the truth land: I am far more disappointed when I don’t even allow myself to play in that realm.

➣ that’s how my ego makes sure it never EVER comes true.

Playing in my imagination is my gift to myself. Allowing it to be the wealthiest, the richest place I’ll ever see. Ever expanding, superabundance at my fingertips. UNFAILING every single day.

So I welcomed the game. I trusted the game to be the red pill. Because the blue pill was already flowing in my veins but it was not ME. 

It is not you either. You are the red pill. You are the wildest, the freest, the most empowered human this planet has ever seen. Yet, a habit keeps you in a cycle of non sense where your dreams are not possible. Foutaise! As the French would say. [Rubbish…]

It’s time to play THE REAL GAME you were always destined for. 

Wow, those wood tones, just P.E.R.F.E.C.T., so powerful, beautifully contrasting with the black of the cabinets. I feel the mystery! I feel the magik! Enhanced by the romantic lighting and that touch of solid rock.

I feel the deep gratitude spiraling inside me. This was just a dream. Only it is no longer a dream. It’s a truth. It’s a miracle. I created that miracle. I am the Source. 

This decision to claim my POWER. To own my ease of manifestation! How easy it is to make money for me. To no longer question it but to actually be crazy curious as to all that I can make come to life! It’s THE game, it’s THE pleasure. It’s THE magik! Of course.

I remember as a kid watching BEWITCHED – I just knew that I could wiggle my nose! Sometimes I wonder why even for a second I stopped believing in my superpower and then I remembered 💭 Oh yes, I was surrounded by non-believers… until I decided that their reality was not mine to inherit.

Until I decided I was choosing my superpower even though I had absolutely no proof that what I knew to be true is the absolute truth. 

You know what happened? Other believers who were corrupted “non-believer by family” LOL started to join in and our powers got bigger and better. We became the witches and wizards we knew ourselves to be. 

Was the conversion easy you asked?

It never is, they say – and it’s true but as my mother always said YOU WON’T REMEMBER THAT ON YOUR WEDDING DAY… and as countless mothers proved, after the first one you forget and you are ready to go through it again.

And so yes, it does take effort to become who we already are. The thing is once we shattered our energy, our old ways, we make space for the new one and we simply forget how hard the process was because we know we are destined to go on expanding our superpowers over and over again. 

Yes we are not satisfied just expanding once. 

We always want MORE.

(Because we know it’s available to us. For no other reason than because we can…)

Our mind justifies it in a million ways… It serves others, it shows others, it’s for our freedom… But the truth is, we just accepted we are a free spirit and Source will keep giving us more to look forward to… so what do we do? We say YES! We have come to know that it’s already ours!

And we don’t always “understand” it. IT doesn’t always make sense. LOL.

It never makes sense – UNLESS – unless you look at it backward. There. You can see how it was the plan all along. All we had to do is say YES. And that we did. Powerful magikal ones saying YES. We couldn’t resist the pull. The greatest gift we could offer ourselves! 

So back to this moment in my kitchen. This kitchen is where I could reach peace when I was overwhelmed with fear. I looked for proof in my imagination and it never failed me. This kitchen is where I would find refuge when no thing was showing me evidence of anything. 

But it didn’t matter because this kitchen was my sanctuary. 

This kitchen was my sacred haven.

This kitchen is where I rebuilt myself, over and over again—where I remembered who I truly am more times than I can count. And in those moments of profound gratitude, I would spin slowly on my stool (you know, the kind that lets you twirl endlessly, lost in the moment), turning to face the window.

Outside, the spruce trees stood tall, their branches heavy with the most perfect snow—the kind that begs you to fall into it, arms wide, making snow angels. The kind that catches your gaze with a single falling snowflake, suspending time as it drifts toward you, landing softly on your cheek, melting into warmth, and sparking that inevitable, childlike giggle… the kind that reminds you: this is magik. 

When I look out that window, I cannot help but smile. I feel home. I feel warm and toastie. I feel privileged. I feel rich AF and I am. I am my most abundant! No thing, no one – of this world or of my imagination – can take those feelings from me. 

They are mine. And mine forever. They are memories I can play on repeat as much as I want. They are truths that are engraved in the screen of my mind. I look around and all I see is beauty. All I see is pure magnetism. All I see is I did it. I did it. I did it. 

I was right all along.

And I could have waited. I could have waited— not to share what I knew because I thought I needed to see it before I could offer it to the world. And it would still play within the streets of my mind only it would only play there. I could not touch my dream couch, I could not celebrate that I did it. 

You see there comes a moment—a defining moment—when it’s time to say YES to the dream. Because if you don’t, it remains just that… a dream, untouched, waiting. The only way to bring it to life is to boldly take those wild, intuitive steps that defy logic but pulse with undeniable knowing. I call them your juicy moves; the ones that feel like pure magik—the key turning in the lock, the secret combination that was always yours to activate.

And when I look over on the left just by the couch, I see the most beautiful fur beast. Proof that miracles and serendipities happen, she found me in divine timing. She’s the happiest. I can see her tail wagging! Every time I look at her, my heart melts. I called her Love. 

At any moment now, I know my man will get out of the shower (and no I’m not gonna share that part with you yet!! 😘)

Now I know you are looking for the DRAMA. Every good story needs DRAMA. Lol. Honey, that was so 1990… Here is what I mean… You and I, we have learned to feel what needs to be felt, we have learned not to be swayed by circumstances… We have locked in that whatever we are going through, it is happening for us, so the DRAMA… we have lived it. And we chose to leave it in our past.

We are the humans of the future. We don’t do it like others.

When you live in full trust, what is there to make a big fuss about? The storms no longer scare us. We know they are purification and we welcome them with more and more ease.

We are the next evolution of humanity—the ones who have it all. The NO DRAMA humans.

Remember, You’ve got this.

Just PLAY. YOU. YOUR WAY.

M