The Souls We Recognize, the Love We Remember, and the Kingdom We Have Yet to Build

On twin flames, past lives, divine timing, and why not every soul we recognize is the one we’re meant to walk beside

By Julie Tourangeau | julietour.com

There are people you meet for the first time who somehow do not feel new.

You don’t recognize their face. You don’t remember their name. You cannot point to a shared history or explain why being in their presence feels so familiar.

But something within you recognizes them.

I’ve experienced this more than once in my lifetime.

And after years of writing about twin flames, soulmates, spiritual awakening, and the possibility of reincarnation, I’ve begun to question something I once thought I understood.

What if we have mistaken soul recognition for romantic destiny?

What if the people who awaken our souls aren’t necessarily the people we’re meant to spend our lives with?

And what if there is something greater than finding our other half?

What if the real purpose of divine partnership is to help bring the Kingdom of Heaven to Earth?

An Expert in Getting It Wrong?

A few years ago, I had the rather amusing experience of being presented in a news article as something of a foremost expert on twin flames.

Which is especially funny because I distinctly remember telling the reporter that I’d mistaken the identity of my supposed twin flame more than once.

Apparently, that’s one way to become an expert. Experience, including the experience of being wrong. Repeatedly. 😂

But there’s something important about that distinction.

I’ve never believed that recognizing an extraordinary connection automatically means you’ve discovered the one person you’re destined to spend eternity with.

In fact, I explained to the reporter that I believe relationships exist at different spiritual levels.

Some connections are familiar. Others are transformative. Some mirror our deepest wounds, while others awaken parts of ourselves we didn’t know existed.

And I believe truly divine partnership is something different still.

I also expressed an opinion that doesn’t always make me popular in spiritual circles:

Most people may go through an entire lifetime without experiencing what I would consider a divine romantic relationship. And that’s perfectly okay.

Not everyone is looking for that experience.

Not everyone is prepared for it.

And not everyone is at the same place in what I understand as the evolution of the soul.

That isn’t a judgment of anyone’s spiritual worth. I don’t believe the intensity or perceived divinity of a romantic relationship makes one human being superior to another.

I simply believe there are levels of connection, and that we continually evolve in our capacity to recognize and experience them.

Of course, the article ultimately emphasized a different part of our conversation.

The reporter highlighted my belief that human beings are extraordinarily powerful, that we have the capacity to manifest remarkable possibilities, and the astonishing circumstances surrounding how I met the man I would eventually become engaged to.

And those circumstances genuinely were astonishing.

At that point, the timing of our meeting was the most extraordinary romantic synchronicity I’d ever experienced.

I still believe that.

But what I didn’t know then was that another encounter would eventually challenge my understanding of spiritual recognition.

Because extraordinary timing and extraordinary energetic connection are not necessarily the same experience.

As my relationships have deepened, changed, and sometimes ended, my understanding of divine partnership has continued to evolve.

Perhaps that’s the most important qualification an expert on love can possess.

The willingness to admit there is always more to learn.

When Souls Meet at the “Wrong” Time

Earlier this year, I met someone I felt I already knew.

The recognition was immediate. Not something that developed over months of conversation or gradually emerged through shared experiences.

It was simply there.

There was an ease, a familiarity, and eventually a series of conversations that made the connection feel increasingly difficult to dismiss.

But the timing was almost comical.

I was engaged to another man, someone whose place in my spiritual journey had already become part of my public writing.

And the person I had just met was navigating the complicated aftermath of a marriage. Our meeting coincided with a significant anniversary in that relationship.

If you’ve spent enough time contemplating reincarnation, synchronicity, and divine timing, you begin to notice the strange circumstances surrounding certain encounters.

Two people who feel inexplicably familiar, meeting at a moment when neither is entirely available… a spiritual recognition wrapped in profoundly human complications.

At one point, he told me he believed we had met for a reason. He described our connection as significant, as though we’d known one another forever. He said he had grown the most since he had met me.

What made that conversation particularly interesting was that he shared an experience from his past. He had previously felt a profound spiritual connection somewhat similar to me with someone and that connection eventually developed into a romantic and physical relationship.

He told me directly that he was trying to figure out the connection between us.

I understood exactly what he meant.

Because I had felt it from the beginning.

I had been observing silently, wondering whether the significance I felt in my intuitive world would ever manifest in the physical world.

And it did.

Or it began to, anyway, with one remarkably open phone conversation.

There was something extraordinary about hearing another person independently acknowledge a connection I had privately contemplated for months.

But I’ve learned that two people can recognize something meaningful in one another without agreeing on what to do about it.

And sometimes the most difficult lesson is discovering that recognition alone cannot create a relationship.

A soul may feel familiar without being ready to walk beside yours.

Saying Goodbye Before the Streets Erupted

Not long after, I returned to France.

I went knowing something in my life had changed.

For years, my romantic relationship had carried me between two countries, two cultures, and two very different visions of the future.

There had been love, extraordinary experiences, difficult sacrifices, and dreams that once seemed entirely possible.

But I could no longer ignore the distance between the relationship I hoped to have and the one I was actually living.

And something else had happened.

Before returning to France, I had encountered a connection whose energy was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

I don’t know how else to explain it.

It felt as though my heart was on fire.

Not simply the nervous excitement of attraction or the familiar butterflies of a new romantic interest.

I experienced it as something centered in my heart chakra, an extraordinary sensation of warmth, openness, and intensity that seemed to reach beyond anything I could logically explain.

It was like a sleeping limb awakening—a part of me that had always existed but had never come alive quite like this.

What fascinated me was that this recognition had existed from the very beginning, long before I contemplated what it might mean romantically.

I had experienced remarkable synchronicities before.

I had experienced intense love.

I had experienced what I believed were divinely orchestrated meetings.

But this felt different.

And when I returned to France, I became acutely aware of that difference.

Sitting across from the man I had once imagined marrying, I recognized how profoundly my internal world had shifted.

It wasn’t simply that I’d developed feelings for someone else.

I had experienced a kind of energetic recognition I hadn’t known was possible, and I could no longer pretend my understanding of love had remained unchanged.

I want to be careful here.

A powerful sensation in the heart, even one I interpret through the language of chakras and spiritual awakening, is not proof that another person is divinely appointed to be my partner.

Nor does it diminish the real love I had experienced in another relationship.

Of course, the timing of the immigration issues we faced was also significant. Our relationship had already been tested by circumstances neither of us could easily change.

But I couldn’t deny what I’d felt or ignore what it revealed about the relationship I was already questioning.

So I said goodbye.

Not to a stranger. Not to someone who had meant nothing.

I said goodbye to someone who had occupied an enormous chapter of my life.

There is a peculiar grief in ending a relationship while the person you once imagined spending your life with is still standing in front of you… in the French Riviera, no less.

You aren’t mourning a death.

You’re mourning a future.

And yet, as painful as it was, I knew I could not continue building my life around a promise that wasn’t becoming reality.

What makes the timing particularly fascinating to me now is what followed.

Not long after I left France, images of unrest and confrontation in Paris began circulating. Streets I knew became the backdrop for protests, anger, and a country wrestling publicly with its own contradictions.

I had just experienced a deeply personal separation, only to watch a place so intertwined with that relationship become a scene of collective upheaval.

I don’t believe every coincidence needs a supernatural explanation. But I do believe meaningful timing invites reflection.

I had gone to France to confront something I’d been avoiding. And I left just before the unrest that would soon dominate my attention.

There was something strangely symbolic about that sequence… a private ending followed by public upheaval.

Two very different experiences, both asking what happens when the structures we’ve accepted can no longer hold.

Sometimes the world outside us seems to echo the questions we’re asking within.

What If We Have More Than One Twin Flame?

The conventional twin-flame narrative suggests that one soul has been divided into two, with each half destined to find the other.

It’s a beautiful idea.

It’s also an idea I’ve become increasingly unwilling to accept without questioning.

Because I’ve experienced profound mirroring in multiple relationships.

Not identical experiences, of course. Different personalities. Different circumstances. Different lessons.

Yet there have been moments of recognition, uncanny synchronicities, and similarities that seemed to reach beyond ordinary attraction.

If we entertain the possibility that consciousness experiences multiple incarnations, why would we assume only one relationship could carry significance from another lifetime?

Consider how many people we love during a single life…

Parents. Children. Friends. Partners. Mentors.

People who change us forever.

Would those relationships simply disappear from the greater story of the soul?

Or might we encounter familiar souls repeatedly, sometimes as lovers, sometimes as friends, sometimes as people whose purpose is to challenge our understanding of love?

Perhaps the concept of one exclusive twin flame or soulmate is too limited.

Perhaps there are many souls capable of reflecting something sacred back to us.

And perhaps the intensity of that reflection tells us more about what we’re being invited to learn than about whom we’re destined to marry.

Spiritual familiarity is not the same thing as compatibility. Synchronicity is not a substitute for commitment. And even the most extraordinary connection requires two people willing to choose one another.

That last realization may be the hardest.

Because it requires us to separate what we feel spiritually from what someone is capable of offering us in this lifetime.

The Difference Between a Soulmate and a Kingdom Spouse

Lately, I’ve been thinking about another concept: the kingdom spouse.

Not simply a romantic partner who feels divinely appointed.

Not someone whose presence produces an endless series of angel numbers, coincidences, or emotional highs and lows.

I mean something much more profound.

A partner with whom you can help manifest the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth.

For much of my spiritual journey, I’ve explored the teachings of Jesus through the lens of mercy, compassion, and the possibility that the message of the Kingdom has been misunderstood.

What if heaven was never intended to be exclusively a destination after death?

What if the Kingdom was something humanity was being invited to realize here?

A transformation of consciousness so complete that it changes how we treat one another, how we govern ourselves, how we understand our relationship with nature, and how we respond to suffering.

For me, that vision cannot be separated from the treatment of animals.

I’ve been vegan and vegetarian for most of my life.

The longer I contemplate heaven on Earth, the more difficult it becomes to reconcile that vision with a world built upon the unnecessary suffering of other living beings.

Imagine a world where compassion was not selective.

Where mercy wasn’t something we extended only to those who looked like us, spoke like us, worshipped like us, or belonged to our species…

A world in which the powerful no longer regarded the vulnerable as resources to be exploited.

I don’t believe veganism alone, without the inner work, would create heaven. Humanity would still have to confront violence, poverty, hatred, exploitation, and countless forms of suffering.

But I struggle to imagine a kingdom founded upon divine love while institutionalized cruelty remains an accepted part of everyday life.

The prophecy of a peaceable kingdom, where even the wolf and the lamb coexist, has always fascinated me.

What if these images weren’t simply promises of a distant supernatural future?

What if they were invitations to reconsider what humanity might become?

And what if finding a kingdom spouse isn’t about locating the person who makes us feel the most intense romantic connection?

What if it’s about finding someone who shares a vision of what love is meant to accomplish?

Someone who doesn’t merely awaken our heart, but walks alongside us in the work of transforming the world.

Love Without Possession: The Freedom of Divine Partnership

One of the books that has influenced my understanding of spiritual relationships is The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield.

What has stayed with me is its exploration of intuition, spiritual energy, and the ways human beings attempt to control one another when they become disconnected from their own spiritual source.

The book invites us to consider what relationships might become when two people are no longer trying to extract something from one another to feel complete…

When they are connected to something greater than themselves.

When they trust their intuition and allow their connection to unfold without constantly attempting to direct the outcome.

I’ve come to believe this is essential to divine partnership.

Because what happens when you meet someone whose presence feels like heaven on Earth?

Someone who awakens a feeling so extraordinary that you want to hold on to it forever?

The temptation, of course, is to do exactly that.

To hold on.

To define it.

To secure it.

To make sure it never disappears.

But perhaps that is precisely where we begin to misunderstand the gift.

When something feels sacred, our instinct may be to possess it. But perhaps the most loving thing we can do is allow it to remain free.

We cannot control another person’s spiritual evolution.

We cannot manipulate someone into recognizing what we recognize.

We cannot force another person to surrender to a connection simply because we believe it has a divine purpose.

And perhaps most importantly, we cannot always be the one leading.

There is a difference between guiding a relationship with love and attempting to control its destination.

There is a difference between surrendering to divine timing and surrendering our own autonomy.

And there is a profound difference between unconditional love and unconditional access to another person’s life.

To me, genuine surrender does not mean abandoning ourselves, our boundaries, or our ability to choose.

True spiritual surrender should lead us toward greater freedom, not less.

Imagine two people who trust one another enough to follow their shared intuition.

Neither needs to dominate.

Neither needs to manipulate.

Neither needs to constantly anticipate the other’s next move, manufacture a desired response, or control the relationship.

They can simply be.

They can love without fear that freedom itself will destroy their connection.

They can surrender without becoming powerless.

They can maintain their individuality while participating in something greater than either person could create alone.

And when one person feels called to lead, the other can trust. When the direction changes, they can move together without turning love into a struggle for control.

But for that to work, I believe both people must cultivate their own connection with Source… and continually be conscious of it.

Neither can depend entirely upon the other to provide the love, validation, energy, or spiritual fulfillment they have not yet learned to experience within themselves.

Because when we make another human being our only connection to the divine, love can become dependency.

And when we become terrified of losing that connection, dependency can become control.

I don’t believe that’s the freedom Jesus was describing.

I believe divine love should liberate us.

And I believe a kingdom relationship would require two people who are connected to Source individually, yet capable of experiencing that connection together.

Not through ownership.

Not through obligation.

Not through the fear of abandonment.

But through intuition, trust, mutual devotion, and liberty.

This doesn’t mean love requires no commitment. Quite the opposite.

The deepest commitment may be the one we make freely, every day, without needing to diminish another person’s freedom to secure it.

Perhaps that’s what it means to experience heaven on Earth through another human being.

Not that we finally possess someone who makes us feel whole.

But that we experience a love so aligned with freedom that neither person must lose themselves to sustain it.

And if that connection is truly as precious as it feels, perhaps we should be especially careful not to destroy its beauty through our desire to control it.

Unconditional love does not mean we are guaranteed a relationship. It means our love does not become a demand for possession.

The greatest partnerships, I believe, are built by two people who remain connected to Source, connected to themselves, and connected to one another.

Two free souls choosing unity.

Not because they must.

But because they can.

And perhaps that is what makes such a partnership divine.

The Tao: Love in Harmony With the Way

This brings me to another spiritual philosophy that has profoundly shaped how I understand love: the Tao.

The Way.

The flow.

In Taoism, there is a principle known as wu wei, often understood as effortless action or acting without force.

It doesn’t mean abandoning our intentions, stopping making choices, or simply allowing life to happen to us.

It means learning to move in harmony with life rather than constantly attempting to bend it to our will.

And perhaps nowhere is this more important than in love.

When we encounter someone who makes us feel as though we’ve experienced heaven on Earth, our instinct may be to preserve that feeling at any cost.

We want certainty.

We want answers.

We want to know where the relationship is going and whether the other person recognizes what we recognize.

But the moment we begin trying to force another person’s feelings, decisions, or spiritual awakening, we are no longer moving in harmony with the Way.

We are attempting to control it.

To force love is to move against the very freedom that makes love sacred.

The Tao reminds me there is a difference between conscious action and forced outcomes.

We can express our feelings.

We can communicate our intentions.

We can extend an invitation.

We can make ourselves available to love.

But we cannot make another person accept that invitation.

And we shouldn’t have to.

If two people are truly aligned, their relationship should not require one person to constantly pull the other toward a shared future.

There can be effort, vulnerability, difficult conversations, and compromise. The Way is not necessarily the path of least resistance.

But mutual love should not require coercion.

The flow does not mean there will never be obstacles. It means we stop confusing the need to control with the willingness to love.

Perhaps this is where the teachings of the Tao, the spiritual insights of The Celestine Prophecy, and my understanding of the Kingdom begin to meet.

All three invite me, in different ways, to consider what happens when we stop allowing fear and the desire for control to dictate our relationships.

When we recognize love is not something to capture.

When we trust that another person’s freedom does not diminish our own.

When we understand surrender is not defeat.

It is the willingness to participate in life without demanding ownership of its outcome.

Perhaps divine partnership is not about two people struggling to make destiny happen.

Perhaps it is about two people who have learned to move with the Way, individually and together.

Two souls connected to Source, freely choosing to flow in the same direction.

And if their paths diverge?

We can still honor what was beautiful about the moment they met.

Because something does not have to last forever to have been sacred.

And something sacred does not have to belong to us to have changed our lives.

The Way cannot be forced. Neither can love.

Can We Manifest the Kingdom in This Lifetime?

This is where my thinking becomes both more hopeful and more complicated.

I believe humanity is capable of extraordinary transformation.

Not because history suggests progress is inevitable. It certainly doesn’t.

But because we have already witnessed changes that previous generations might have considered impossible.

Ideas once dismissed as radical can become common moral understanding.

Institutions that seem permanent can change.

And compassion, once awakened, has the potential to expand beyond the boundaries we’ve inherited.

Could humanity eventually reach a point where a vegan world becomes possible?

I believe it could.

Will that happen in my lifetime?

I don’t know.

And perhaps the same uncertainty applies to the kingdom spouse.

I can imagine a love that is not only personally fulfilling but spiritually collaborative in manifesting the future.

A relationship that serves something greater than the happiness of the two people within it.

I want that.

I want to experience a love that doesn’t require choosing between spiritual purpose and romantic partnership.

I want to know what it means to build something sacred with another human being.

But wanting something, even believing it is possible, does not guarantee when or how it will arrive.

And since I believe consciousness continues beyond one lifetime, perhaps the work of building the Kingdom does too.

Perhaps we participate in something whose completion we may never personally witness during our current incarnations.

That doesn’t make our contribution insignificant.

It makes it part of something greater than ourselves.

Not Every Soul We Recognize Is Ours to Keep

Returning home from France, I found myself navigating another kind of uncertainty.

The person whose presence had felt so instantly familiar had become someone I genuinely cared about.

I had hoped the connection might eventually become something more.

But life doesn’t always unfold in the direction our hearts anticipate.

There are practical complications. Emotional wounds. Unfinished relationships. Differences in readiness and intention.

And there is the simple reality that another person has the freedom to choose a different path.

I’ve come to understand that I cannot determine the purpose of a connection solely by how extraordinary it feels to me.

Even when another person has acknowledged something meaningful between us.

Even when the timing seems impossible to explain.

Even when the experience reminds me of everything I’ve spent years studying and writing about.

A relationship still requires mutual participation.

And perhaps recognizing that is part of spiritual maturity.

Love is not possession. Recognition is not entitlement. And destiny, if it exists, cannot be an excuse to disregard another person’s free will.

I can appreciate what someone awakened in me without insisting they must remain in my life.

I can be grateful for a connection while grieving the possibility that it may never become what I hoped or felt.

And I can believe an encounter was meaningful without claiming to know its cosmic purpose.

There is freedom in that.

Even when it hurts.

What Does It Mean to Recognize a Soul?

I keep returning to the moment of first recognition.

That strange, immediate familiarity.

The feeling that someone has entered your life from a story you cannot quite remember.

I still believe those experiences deserve contemplation.

I am not ready to dismiss them as meaningless.

I think they are incredibly meaningful, and if you have experienced that, even for a moment, you are blessed.

But I’m no longer convinced every profound spiritual connection should be interpreted through the language of romantic destiny.

Perhaps some people arrive to remind us of who we are.

Perhaps others reveal the places where we still confuse longing with love.

Some teach us to establish boundaries. Others challenge our beliefs about commitment, sacrifice, forgiveness, and self-worth.

And perhaps a very small number will be willing and able to build a life with us.

I don’t know whether there is only one kingdom spouse across every incarnation, or whether such a partnership becomes possible when two people reach a shared level of spiritual understanding.

That question remains open for me.

But I am increasingly certain of one thing.

The kingdom spouse cannot be identified by synchronicity alone.

A divine partnership, whatever that ultimately means, must become visible in the choices two people make.

No excuses.

No spiritual bypassing.

No convincing ourselves that someone is a runner and we’re a chaser simply because reality isn’t meeting our romantic expectations.

Divine partnership isn’t proven by how persistently we pursue someone.

It becomes real through the conscious choices two people make.

In the love they practice.

In the compassion they extend.

In their willingness to face difficulty together.

And in the world they hope to leave behind.

Perhaps the Kingdom Comes Before the Spouse

There is a possibility I find both humbling and liberating.

What if I’ve spent too much time asking who is meant to accompany me on my spiritual journey?

What if the more important question is whether I’m living in alignment with the kingdom I hope to see?

We often approach spiritual partnership as though finding the right person will finally allow our purpose to unfold.

But perhaps our purpose is already unfolding.

Perhaps the work begins long before a partner arrives.

Every act of mercy.

Every refusal to participate in unnecessary cruelty.

Every effort to love without possessing.

Every difficult choice to walk away from a relationship that cannot become healthy or mutual.

Every attempt to create something better than what we’ve inherited.

Perhaps these are the beginnings of the Kingdom.

And perhaps a kingdom spouse isn’t someone who completes us.

Perhaps it’s someone who recognizes the work we’re already doing and chooses to join us.

I don’t know whether the love I envision will manifest in this lifetime.

I hope it does.

I still believe in extraordinary love.

I still believe in the possibility that some connections transcend what we currently understand about consciousness and time.

And I still believe humanity is capable of becoming something far more compassionate than the world we see today.

But I’m beginning to understand that recognizing a soul and sharing a destiny may be two entirely different experiences.

Maybe we encounter many souls we’ve loved before.

Maybe we meet people who mirror our past, awaken our present, and change our future.

But perhaps the rarest relationship isn’t the one that feels like remembering another lifetime.

Perhaps it’s the one in which two people consciously choose to create a better world in this one.

Until then, I will keep building the kingdom I believe is possible.

With love.

With mercy.

And with the hope that one day, someone will recognize not only my soul—

but the world I’m trying to bring into being.

Kingdom come.

Six Years Later: Free Yourself from Grief, Divine Timing, and a Story Still Unfolding

By Julie Tourangeau | julietour.com

Six years ago today, I became a bestselling author.

On October 15, 2020, my first book, Free Yourself from Grief: The Secret to Moving on with Life after the Death of a Parent, launched and became a #1 Amazon bestseller in two categories.

What began as a deeply personal journey through the grief of losing my father evolved into something much greater: an exploration of consciousness, divine timing, synchronicity, and the extraordinary possibilities that emerge when we learn to trust the unfolding of our lives.

At the time, I thought I had witnessed some pretty incredible things.

Six years later, I can hardly believe how much more has unfolded.

And the most fascinating part?

The experiences I once considered monumental now seem relatively small compared to everything I’ve witnessed since.

The synchronicities haven’t stopped. If anything, the momentum continues to build.

And sometimes I find myself looking back at the woman who wrote that book, realizing that even with everything I thought I understood about consciousness and divine timing, I had barely scratched the surface.

When Life Rearranges Itself

When I wrote Free Yourself from Grief, I had already experienced what I could only describe as a complete transformation of my life.

Losing my father at a young age was devastating. But what followed was an entirely different kind of grief.

Family relationships fractured. Financial security disappeared. The life I had known was suddenly unrecognizable.

I went from living comfortably to experiencing homelessness, having my car repossessed, and wondering how I would afford my next meal.

Yet somehow, through circumstances I never could have anticipated, those experiences led me down an entirely different path.

I found myself working in the natural foods industry, discovering the transformative power of nutrition, exploring consciousness, and eventually sharing my experiences through writing.

The very circumstances I once feared would destroy my future became part of the story that inspired my first book.

I certainly wouldn’t have planned it that way.

But looking back, I couldn’t imagine my journey unfolding any other way.

Sometimes the circumstances that appear to be taking everything away are also creating space for opportunities we never knew existed.

Six Years Ago, I Said Something That Still Resonates Today

Recently, I revisited an interview I recorded with Dr. Angela Lauria, founder of The Author Incubator, around the time of my book launch.

During our conversation, I reflected on the extraordinary changes I’d experienced:

“I never would’ve dictated any of the change I’ve had this past year in my own finite human understanding, but when the shift happens, when shift is happening in your life, just have to buckle up, trust it, let the universe rearrange…”

Watching that interview six years later was surreal.

I still believe in the message I shared.

If anything, I believe in it more passionately today.

Because while I thought I understood how extraordinary life’s unfolding could be back then, the years that followed have challenged and expanded that understanding in ways I never could have imagined.

And perhaps one of the most remarkable examples happened almost immediately after my book was published.

The Next Chapter Was Already Unfolding

Just one month after my book launched in October 2020, I was presented with an opportunity to interview for an insurance agency in Traverse City, Michigan.

I ultimately turned down the interview because the timing wasn’t right.

What I couldn’t have anticipated was that this very connection would lead me to an entirely different opportunity: the possibility of opening my own insurance agency in my hometown.

And when was that interview scheduled?

On my birthday in December.

You genuinely cannot make this stuff up.

For anyone who has read my book, you’ll understand just how significant this opportunity was.

My father was a successful insurance agent, and his life, his death, and the experiences that followed became the foundation of my first book.

In fact, Chapter 2 is titled Death of an Insurance Salesman.

I had written extensively about how losing him ultimately led me down a path I never could have anticipated.

And now, just weeks after sharing that story with the world, another unexpected opportunity was unfolding that would allow me to follow in his footsteps.

Not just any opportunity, either.

A multimillion-dollar business opportunity, right in my hometown.

In July 2021, I officially opened my own insurance agency.

The daughter who wrote a book about losing her father, an insurance salesman, had become an insurance agency owner herself.

I had already found peace with his passing long before this opportunity arose. I didn’t need to become an agent to fulfill his legacy or feel connected to him.

But being given the opportunity to honor his life’s work while building something of my own was incredibly meaningful.

And the timing of it all?

It’s something I still reflect on with gratitude.

When I spoke with Dr. Angela Lauria in 2020 about allowing the universe to rearrange our circumstances, I had no idea that I would soon be presented with such a personally significant opportunity.

Sometimes the path you decline becomes the connection that leads you somewhere you never could have imagined.

And sometimes the next chapter begins before you’ve even finished celebrating the last one.

The Synchronicities Haven’t Stopped

Anyone who has followed my writing over the years knows I’ve long been fascinated by consciousness and the mysterious interconnectedness of our experiences.

In Free Yourself from Grief, I shared moments that profoundly influenced my understanding of life and death.

From unexpected encounters to meaningful coincidences and experiences I interpreted as communication from my late father, I began questioning whether our conventional understanding of reality tells the entire story.

I explored the possibility that consciousness exists beyond the limitations of our physical bodies and that love connects us in ways we may not fully comprehend.

And here’s what’s so fascinating to me.

The synchronicities have only multiplied.

Over the past six years, I’ve experienced countless additional moments that have made me reflect on the interconnectedness of people, circumstances, and timing.

The experiences that once seemed almost unbelievable to me now feel like the beginning of something much larger.

The more I experience, the more I recognize patterns unfolding in ways I never could have anticipated.

Sometimes I find myself laughing at the circumstances because they seem so extraordinary.

Other times, I’m simply overwhelmed with gratitude.

And occasionally, I find myself right back where I started, questioning everything I thought I understood.

But one thing remains consistent: my desire to keep learning, expanding my awareness, and exploring the mysteries of this incredible existence.

Perhaps the greatest gift of awakening isn’t believing you have all the answers. It’s discovering just how much more there is to understand.

The Woman Who Wrote That Book

Something I find especially meaningful about revisiting Free Yourself from Grief is recognizing how much of myself I already understood when I wrote it.

I wasn’t writing about a transformation I hoped would happen someday.

I was documenting one I had already experienced.

I had found purpose in my pain, discovered a renewed sense of faith, and embraced an understanding of life that brought me tremendous peace.

Six years later, that foundation remains.

Of course, my life has changed considerably.

I’ve become a business owner, continued my personal and professional development, traveled internationally, formed new relationships, and experienced circumstances that have challenged me in entirely new ways.

Some chapters have been beautiful.

Others have been extraordinarily difficult.

But each has offered opportunities to examine my beliefs, grow in discernment, and better understand what freedom means to me.

And perhaps one of the most important lessons I’ve learned is that trusting life’s unfolding doesn’t mean abandoning your own judgment, boundaries, or personal responsibility.

Sometimes trusting the journey means having the courage to change direction.

Sometimes it means saying no to something that looks wonderful on paper because something within you knows the timing isn’t right.

And sometimes, as I discovered just weeks after publishing my book, that decision can open a completely unexpected door.

From Grief to Freedom

When I wrote my first book, I wanted people who were grieving to understand that their lives could still be beautiful.

That experiencing profound loss didn’t mean they had lost their ability to experience joy, love, abundance, or purpose.

I wanted readers to consider the possibility that the love they shared with someone who had died could remain meaningful and present in their lives.

And I wanted to share the experiences that had helped me find peace.

Today, I still believe that finding meaning in our most difficult moments can transform how we experience the world.

But I’ve also come to appreciate that transformation isn’t a single destination.

Life continues unfolding.

We continue learning.

And sometimes the experiences we once considered the pinnacle of our understanding become the foundation for something entirely new.

It’s one of the reasons I’ve been working on my next book, The Lost Path to Freedom.

Because freedom, in all its forms, remains a subject that fascinates me.

From freeing ourselves from grief to freeing ourselves from limiting beliefs, expectations, and the circumstances that keep us from living authentically, I believe there is so much more to explore.

And after everything I’ve experienced since 2020, I have more to write about than ever.

A Sixth Anniversary Gift to My Readers 🎁

To celebrate six years since the launch of Free Yourself from Grief, I’m making the digital Kindle edition completely FREE on Amazon for October 15, 2026, only!

The promotion begins at midnight Pacific Time, which is 3:00 AM here in Michigan, and runs for 24 hours.

Whether you’ve followed my journey since the beginning or are discovering my writing for the first time, I hope this book offers you a new perspective on grief, love, and the extraordinary possibilities that remain ahead of you.

Thank you to everyone who has supported my work, shared my writing, purchased my book, or reached out over the years.

I’m deeply grateful.

And to the woman who sat down six years ago to share her story with the world?

You had no idea how much more there would be to write.

The story is still unfolding.

And I have a feeling the most extraordinary chapters are still ahead.

With love and gratitude,

Julie Tourangeau 🦋✨

Author of Free Yourself from Grief: The Secret to Moving on with Life after the Death of a Parent


“Arrête Emergency”: When My Twin Flame Appeared and Created a World Between Languages

🌍How a Franglais panic in a Miami rainstorm became one of the most meaningful inside jokes of my relationship.

By Julie Tourangeau | julietour.com

Some soulmate stories begin with flirty glances at a party.

Mine began with tears.

I had just been turned away from my ancestor’s grave — a moment heavy with emotion, history, and spiritual weight. I was crying on the sidewalk when my Uber driver pulled up. The first one had canceled. The second one — the one who actually arrived — happened to be him.

At the time, I didn’t understand the magnitude of that moment.

But looking back, it was unmistakably divine timing: the universe weaving together ancestry, grief, coincidence, and destiny in one seamless intersection.

And here’s the unexpected part:

even though I was crying, and even though the moment was emotional, the energy between us was surprisingly light.

There was flirtation from the beginning — warm, subtle, natural.

His smile carried that effortless French ease I would later come to know so well.

He joked gently, easing the weight of the moment without diminishing it.

And then he reached for my hand.

Not dramatically.

Not boldly.

Just naturally — as if he already knew me.

And when he did, something ancient awakened in me.

It wasn’t attraction alone.

It was recognition.

✨

Twin Flames Don’t Enter Quietly — They Enter Through Meaning

Long before this happened, I had written openly on my own website about twin flames — about the truth that these connections are not fantasies, but profound energetic mirrors, shared purpose, and divine timing.

I wrote that twin flames often enter your life at a crossroads event — a moment that could go one way or another, and the universe intervenes.

That is exactly where I was standing:

• outside the lineage of my family

• emotional and vulnerable

• trying to honor my past

• when a canceled Uber redirected my entire future

That’s how twin flame crossings happen:

quietly, powerfully, and at the exact moment you are open and unguarded.

✨

Before the Inside Jokes, There Was Ease

People imagine soulmate beginnings as cinematic, but the truth is simpler and deeper:

When he arrived, there was an immediate ease.

A calmness.

A familiarity that didn’t make sense yet made perfect sense.

We weren’t laughing hysterically the way we would in Miami a year and a half later, but we were absolutely laughing that first day — small jokes, little comments, gentle flirtation.

That mixture of ease + spark is the beginning of every twin flame story I’ve ever written about.

Something inside me recognized him long before my mind understood why.

✨

Miami & “Arrête Emergency”: The Moment Our Third Language Was Born

Fast-forward a year and a half later:

Miami.

Rain pouring.

A BMW convertible.

Chaos rising.

He accidentally pulls into a lane he absolutely should not be in, and my nervous system panics into this spontaneous Franglais eruption:

“Arrête emergency!”

Perfectly imperfect.

Not English.

Not French.

Just instinct.

That moment could have turned into a fight.

He could have felt criticized.

He could have shut down or reacted with ego.

But instead?

He laughed with me, not at me.

He softened.

And somehow, the fear dissolved into connection.

A stressful moment became one of our most cherished inside jokes.

A rupture turned into intimacy — the true sign of emotional compatibility.

That’s when we created our own language.

✨

The French Call It “Un Délire à Deux”

Our relationship slowly became what the French so perfectly call:

un délire à deux

A private world. A shared delirium only the two of us understand.

It wasn’t just language between us — it was culture.

We created:

• a rhythm

• a shared humor

• a playful bilingual dialect

• a softness inside tension

• a world no one else understands

Another French expression describes it even better:

notre petit monde

our little world.

That’s exactly what this love feels like:

a world that exists between languages, between lifetimes, between destiny and human choice.

✨

The Twin Flame Breadcrumbs That Followed

On my website, I once wrote that twin flame connections unfold through synchronicity — moments that are too precise, too unlikely, too mirrored to ignore.

And after he came into my life, something surreal happened:

MLive called my agency wanting to interview me about twin flames.

A random weekday.

No connection.

No reason.

No explanation.

Just a journalist calling out of nowhere to talk about the exact spiritual concept I had been writing about — right as I was living it.

I had spent years writing about soul recognition, divine timing, and the way love can arrive through synchronicity… and suddenly I was being featured as an expert, telling the story of how I met my twin flame after being turned away from my ancestors’ crypt in Paris.

My words appeared beside the daughter of Elizabeth Clare Prophet—two women speaking about destiny, spiritual awakening, and the power of inner transformation.

The article wasn’t just press.

It was a sign.

A mirror.

A cosmic nod saying, “Yes, you are living exactly what you’ve always known.”

That wasn’t coincidence.

It was confirmation.

Source: Mlive.com

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His Smile, His Ease, His Spirit: The First Signs I Recognized

From the beginning, he carried a presence that felt familiar:

• light but grounded

• confident but kind

• playful but steady

• gentle but magnetic

His smile was the first thing I noticed, and I remember thinking:

This feels like someone I’ve known before.

And the moment he took my hand — on the day I was grieving my ancestors — something inside me whispered:

“This is part of your story.”

Not just romantically — spiritually.

✨

Safety: The Language That Doesn’t Need Translation

The arrête emergency moment illustrates something essential:

With him, my vulnerability does not create danger.

It creates closeness.

In my past, vulnerability meant:

• being misunderstood

• being criticized

• being punished

• being too much

• being unsafe

With him, vulnerability becomes:

• safety

• laughter

• softness

• connection

• repair

Twin flames don’t show up to create chaos.

They show up to mirror truth, expand you, soften you, and make you brave again.

✨

Humor: The Love Letter Between Lifetimes

He still quotes it —

“Arrête emergency.”

And every time, it brings back the memory, the fear, the relief, and the intimacy of that moment.

Inside jokes are not trivial.

They are emotional timestamps.

Proof that two souls moved through something together.

Humor is how our souls remind each other:

• we’re safe

• we’re connected

• we remember

• we choose each other again and again

It’s our language now —

a language built on everything we’ve survived and softened together.

✨

Our Love Lives Between Languages, Between Lifetimes

We didn’t meet through perfection.

We didn’t meet through grammar.

We didn’t meet in a moment of joy.

We met through emotion, vulnerability, ancestry, timing —

and a man who held my hand when I was crying outside my family’s resting place.

But over time, our love built its own language:

• part English

• part French

• part memory

• part destiny

• part soul

A language only we speak.

A world only we inhabit.

A true délire à deux —

ridiculous, tender, fated, bilingual, ancestral, and unmistakably ours.

When You Rise, the Shadows React — But So Does the Light

By Julie Tourangeau | julietour.com

Every time I rise—spiritually, emotionally, professionally—I feel it.

A strange shift. Not in myself, but in the people around me. People I once trusted, people who used to admire my work or walk alongside me in spiritual conversations… begin to twist, pull away, or even betray. And I used to wonder, Why does this happen every time I elevate?

Now I understand.

This is what a spiritual war looks like.

It rarely arrives with horns and red eyes. It comes through people. Through projection. Through distortion. Through wounds left unhealed and emotions left unchecked. And it’s not just in this lifetime—it’s a pattern that repeats through many.

The Spiritual War Comes Through the Familiar

Jesus wasn’t betrayed by strangers. It was his own circle. His closest disciple handed him over. Peter denied knowing him. The people he once healed and fed turned on him when the powers that be demanded blood. And why?

Because his presence stirred everything unresolved in them.

Anne Boleyn, too, wasn’t just executed by “the court.” Her own uncle helped engineer her downfall. People in her family, people who once celebrated her rise, flipped the moment her light disrupted the order. She was scapegoated not simply because she was bold—but because her boldness unveiled deep truths that scared them.

And I’ve lived this, too.

There have been moments in my life where people who once looked up to me—professionally, spiritually, or personally—began to behave strangely the moment I stepped into more of my truth. They shifted into judgment, gossip, and sabotage. But this is not a reflection of me—it’s a reflection of the spiritual law at work.

When the Light Increases, So Does the Resistance

We live in a vibrational world. And when someone rises, that energy radiates out—it disturbs the comfort of the status quo. And if someone close to you has emotional vulnerabilities or unhealed trauma, that rising light can trigger them. In that moment, they become susceptible to energies that are not theirs—energies that are orchestrated.

Yes, I believe this is coordinated—just not in the way the physical mind expects. These forces don’t need to sit around a table to plan. They only need openings: jealousy, bitterness, fear, ego. And they will move through people who don’t even realize they’ve become pawns in something larger.

This is how the spiritual war works.

It’s not abstract.

It’s intimate.

It’s disguised.

And it’s ancient.

Synchronicities Show Us We’ve Been Here Before

At 14, I had a vision—of standing condemned, accused by a crowd, executed not for a crime but for being a voice of inconvenient truth. I didn’t understand it then. But years later, I found myself walking through the Loire Valley in France, standing inside Leonardo da Vinci’s spiral staircase. And something awakened in me.

I later learned that Anne Boleyn was raised near that very region, in a court where Christian mysticism quietly flourished. It wasn’t just politics and art—there were sacred texts circulating. Hidden gospels. The real early teachings of Christ. Esoteric philosophies. Da Vinci encoded truths in his art. The same truths that Anne may have absorbed in her formation. That I remember now.

And what if these synchronicities aren’t random? What if we are remembering—not just facts, but roles we’ve played? Wars we’ve fought? Truths we’ve spoken before?

Discernment Is Your Protection

This is why I stay vigilant—not fearful, but intentional. I hydrate. I meditate. I cleanse with sage and prayer. I protect my mind and energy field. And I choose my inner circle with discernment. Because if the people around me aren’t spiritually anchored, the war doesn’t need to go far—it walks right in through them.

But here’s the beauty: energy is just energy. And even when dark energy moves through others, we can transmute it. Jealousy becomes fuel. Betrayal becomes clarity. Sabotage becomes spiritual velocity. It’s like the force they try to use to drag you down becomes the exact pressure that propels you upward—if you stay grounded in the truth of who you are.

This Is Not Punishment. It’s Propulsion.

So many of us feel alone when this happens—when the people we loved or trusted suddenly turn on us. But you are not alone. You are not crazy. You are not being punished. You are being initiated.

Jesus didn’t curse his betrayers. He transcended them.

Anne Boleyn didn’t crumble in fear. She met her end with dignity—and her legacy only grew.

And me? I choose to rise again and again—not because it’s easy, but because my soul remembers something deeper than the pain.

The Resistance Confirms the Calling

So if the shadows rise when you step into your light, it’s not a sign to shrink. It’s confirmation. You’re disrupting something. You’re breaking a pattern. You’re walking the path of those who came before you—truth-tellers, soul-liberators, mystics, and prophets.

And just like them, your resurrection is already written.

Let them try.

Let them twist and project.

Because in the end?

We rise.

Signs from Heaven, Shifts on Earth: A Reflection on Meeting RFK Jr.

By Julie Tourangeau @julietour

“Synchronicity is an ever-present reality for those who have eyes to see.” – Carl Jung

I’ve lived enough life to know a sign from God when I see one.

My journey has always moved to the rhythm of synchronicity—sacred alignments, divine nudges, moments that unfold with a kind of spiritual precision that defies logic. So no, I don’t believe it was any coincidence that I met Robert F. Kennedy Jr. on October 7, 2023.

It wasn’t just a date on the calendar. It was the day everything shifted.

What I didn’t know at the time was that across the globe, a devastating attack by Hamas had just unfolded, igniting the latest violent chapter of the Israel-Gaza conflict. But I felt the weight of the day before I knew the headlines. There was something in the air. My soul registered it before my mind could.

And then, there was Bobby.

He spoke that day with the fire and clarity I’d come to respect him for. He talked about cutting $500 million from the military-industrial complex. About ending our involvement in foreign wars. About redirecting our energy and resources inward—toward peace, healing, sovereignty. It felt aligned with the Kennedy legacy. With truth.

But something changed.

In the weeks that followed, I watched Bobby’s tone shift. Suddenly, he was defending Israel’s military campaign, stating that any nation under similar attack would “level Gaza.” Meanwhile, over 17,000 Palestinian children have been killed since the start of the war. Children. The kind of innocent life I believe the Kennedy I followed would have spoken out for, unequivocally.

Back in 2022, at the Defeat the Mandates rally, I heard him say something that chilled me. He warned us that if a regime like the Nazis had access to today’s surveillance technology, “it would be game over.” He mentioned Anne Frank—not to diminish her suffering, but to show how much harder resistance would be in our time. He said there are some things worse than dying… like living under totalitarian rule. And if it came to that, he said he’d be willing to die with his bootstraps on.

Moments prior to the Defeat the Mandates event on January 23, 2022.

That’s the Bobby I believed in. That’s the kind of courage that inspired so many of us.

And yet now, it seems like his boldness has softened—on foreign policy, on pharma, on the very systems he once vowed to confront.

Then there’s AIPAC.

What most people don’t realize is that back in the early ’60s, JFK’s Department of Justice ordered the American Zionist Council—the group that would later rebrand as AIPAC—to register as a foreign agent under the Foreign Agents Registration Act (FARA). The Kennedy administration gave them a deadline. They stalled. And then, just before that deadline passed… JFK was assassinated.

Shortly after, AIPAC quietly emerged, asserting it was a domestic lobby and escaping foreign agent registration. But let’s be honest—it acts on behalf of a foreign government. And it’s time we finish what JFK started. AIPAC should be treated as a foreign agent. Because that’s exactly what it is.

And here’s what makes this even more personal: Bobby’s own father, Robert F. Kennedy, was assassinated in 1968—allegedly by Sirhan Sirhan, a Palestinian man. But in 2016, RFK Jr. publicly stated that he believed Sirhan was innocent. Framed. He visited him in prison and became convinced that the official story didn’t add up. Programs like MK Ultra have since come to light—experiments in mind control, memory loss, and behavioral manipulation—and Sirhan himself has long claimed he doesn’t remember the shooting. Forensic evidence supports the idea that he wasn’t even standing in the correct position to shoot Bobby’s father from behind. Witnesses have testified there was a second shooter in the pantry. But that truth, like so many others, was buried.

But here’s where the story deepens.

We are living in a time of spiritual awakening. And it’s no accident that the name “Israel” has come to the forefront again. In early Christianity, “Israel” wasn’t just a nation. It was a name given to the people of God—those who wrestle with the divine, those who walk the path of truth. The word itself comes from “Isra” (to struggle or contend) and “El” (God). In this sense, Israel was never meant to be about borders or politics. It was always about inner transformation. A spiritual identity.

What if what we’re witnessing now—the chaos, the polarization, the war—isn’t just geopolitical?

What if it’s a test?

What if we’re being asked to wake up, to remember what the word Israel really meant before empire distorted it? To return to the path of peace, truth, and divine alignment. To see clearly what is real, and what has been manufactured.

I don’t know what kind of pressure Bobby is under behind the scenes, but I can imagine. The CIA, Israeli intelligence, the ghosts of his father’s and uncle’s deaths—all woven through this story. But I also know this:

As I walked out of that building on October 7, unsure of how to feel, unsure of what was changing in him… the sky gave me my answer.

Rainbows.

Moments after meeting Bobby walking out of the building to the parking garage.

Not just one. But a sky full of them, unfolding one after another from the moment I left until the moment I pulled into my driveway—an hour and a half of color and light breaking through the clouds.

To me, rainbows have always been signs from Heaven—reminders that we are not alone, that even in our confusion, there’s covenant and presence. I believe those rainbows were a message not just to me, but to him.

Rainbows consistently all the way home to my neighborhood in Rochester Hills, an hour and a half away.

Whatever Bobby is facing, I believe his ancestors are with him. I believe Heaven is with him. I believe the true spirit of Israel—the wrestlers of God, the truth seekers, the peace-makers—is still alive in him somewhere.

He said he’d die with his bootstraps on if it meant standing up to a totalitarian regime. I still believe that man exists.

And I pray he remembers who he is.

Because now more than ever, we need someone brave enough to finish what his family started.

And choose truth—even if it costs everything.

Rally for Kennedy 2024 in Lansing, Michigan October 7, 2023.

Indigo Problems: Modern Dating 

Our generation is full of fiery indigo spiritual warriors who want humanity to be free. Indigos stand up for injustice on such a passionate platform, no matter where the chips may fall. These characteristics, while admirable, don’t always translate well into the dating world. Commitment, devotion and loyalty may seem to be synonymous with wearing shackles, tethering yourself to another individual for the indigo. The indigo spirit shuns anything that seems to impose on personal freedoms, including being with someone which may seem to limit your freedom connecting with others.

Even those who are experiencing synchronicity with a potential mate may run into doubts and problems. Synchronicity is a term coined by psychologist Carl Jung. He recognized that meaningful coincidences exist in this world as confirmation from the universe. What helped me recognize meaningful coincidences as miraculous is actually having a business background. Once you study statistics, you realize that the chances of experiencing a string of profound coincidences are one in a billion. Albert Einstein believed that coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous. My experiences have confirmed that synchronicity is experiencing the most tangible presence of God in this third dimensional density. I see answers to my prayers come to me when I follow synchronicity. It’s here for everyone but because we have free will, we can choose to ignore it. We can choose to live without it. We can choose to turn our backs to the miraculous. 

Why do people choose to ignore divine guidance? This topic could be an article all on it’s own, but the most simple answer is fear. Following synchronicity means you are trusting in a divine intelligence. Many people struggle to give up their need to control everything. Following divine guidance is a form of surrendering your ego. Letting go of the ego can be difficult, depending where you are at on your spiritual journey. 

As an intuitive and former whistleblower, I strongly identify with indigo qualities. I, however, feel great freedom in love. Here’s why: to be unconditionally loved by someone is the greatest form of freedom you’ll ever know. To be yourself, unapologetically, and to still have someone love you unconditionally empowers you to just be you. Making that switch in my mind that love doesn’t mean you limit my choices, but love means you build upon and strengthen who I am, has made the difference in opening my heart to love. 

We live in an abundant universe so never believe for a second that love will be denied. The most important thing you can do is to love yourself. Focus on things that inspire you. Follow your passions. Do things that interest you. These actions will lead you to people who also share similar passions. You’ll find that love you are looking for as soon as you call off the search. There is great freedom in love, and recognizing that fact will soothe even the most rebellious indigo soul. 

Surrender Your Situation: That One Time I was Homeless


Not knowing your next move is such a magical place. It is in the unplanned moments that life blossoms. When we give our lives the flexibility to transform, when we make room for the universe to bring whatever it wishes into our lives, we open ourselves up to our highest potential. When we try to control every minute detail of our existence, we are doing ourselves a disservice. It is when we give up the need to control everything and trust in a divine intelligence that we invite divine manifestations into our lives. 

The most magical, interesting time of my life was the time I was homeless. My transition from the corporate insurance world was anything but smooth. Not many people realize that I actually found myself living in a motel in Detroit with two weiner dogs without a penny to my name or a job. I was the weirdo homeless person driving my things around in a financed BMW 545i. I was back and forth about leaving what turned into an abusive marriage, and found myself friendless and without familial support, whatsoever. When I had turned to the family and friends I once supported to help me with a deposit on a new apartment, they were done. They didn’t really know what to think of me. On one hand, the people of my life saw me experience some amazing things, like my dad contacting me via The Long Island Medium, Theresa Caputo. Some people did understand my passion for writing about my experiences and many of them saw my potential as a spiritual writer. Most people thought I was crazy throwing away my corporate career on new age writing. On the other hand, they saw me constantly seeing the positive in an abusive situation that I would not let go of. My mess was my mess and no one stood behind me as long as I stood with him. Everyone was tired of seeing me struggle and completely let me go at that time in my life. 

What is interesting is that “losing everything” brought me to exactly where I needed to go. It was in the most fearful moments of my life that I finally decided to surrender. I knew consciousness survived physical death. I knew angels were all around me. What I struggled with was giving up my own control to that of divine guidance. 

I spent about a week in a motel calling every apartment complex I knew of in Oakland County. I was constantly being turned down. Without a job, landlords didn’t want to take a chance on me. It was tempting to lie and say I still sold insurance, but I knew in my gut I would eventually find the perfect place being perfectly honest. I kept my faith during impossible odds. Things were getting desperate. I was down to the last little bit of money I had saved and could only afford one more night in the motel.

I was sitting in a bar using free wifi to search places when I got a call back from a landlord in northern Oakland County. I remember taking down the address. The street number was “144”, which is a powerful angel number. Repeating 4’s is the angels’ way of bringing your attention to their presence. When I met the landlord at the apartment, I told him my story and my vision for my life. I unapologetically spoke of angels and what happens to our loved ones when they leave us. I spoke about the book I wanted to write and how I wanted to help people who were grieving to know that no one ever really dies. The landlord happened to be a religious man with a passion for the spiritual. He let me sign a lease that day and move in immediately. The location of this apartment spurred my way into the natural foods industry. It just so happened to be located near a 40-year-old health store that was hiring. I walked to work to a health food store by day and wrote my book by night. It was there I learned so much knowledge about holistic living that has served me so well and has helped me serve others. That industry brought an army of spiritual warriors around me who also have had similar experiences. I had to shed the friends who didn’t understand, and that hurt, but it was worth it. It was through these experiences that I met my soul group. I met my tribe.

If I had the power to outline my life as I saw fit back then, I could never have envisioned how amazing things actually worked out. We must remember that our finite human minds may not understand what is happening in the bigger picture, but the infinite has already worked out something miraculous. Trusting the universe is not always easy. Sometimes giving into fear is easier in the moment. When we do decide to let go, and be honest and keep putting one foot in front of the other, things have a way of working out in your favor. I trust in the miraculous. I trust that things always work out for the best. As I get older, I trust it even more. My spiritual team on the other side always has my back, and I am never alone. I truly hope my story inspires you to start trusting the same truth, as it is here for everyone.  You must always trust in the miraculous, darling. 

The Gift of a Life Shift


If there is one thing you can expect in life, it is the unexpected. Things that you don’t expect are often sent to you to shift your life to where it’s meant to go. Embrace any unexpected change and you’ll find that things come to you at the perfect time. Be wary of any attachment to any vision you have of the future. The biggest favor you can do for yourself amidst a major shift of your life is to relinquish control to the universe. This may seem difficult to do at first, but surrendering and letting go of any fears surrounding change is key to working with the universe to manifest positive outcomes in your favor. 

A shift is a gift that is meant to help you grow and to experience things that will help you along your journey. Sometimes our lives are meant to be shaken, rearranged, and adjusted to bring us to decisions we need to make and places we need to be. Once the dust settles, it becomes easier to see the blessings you otherwise wouldn’t have experienced without a shift in your world. Life has a way of working itself out. Shift happens, and when it does, enjoy the wonderful, synchronistic ride. 

The Curious Mystery of the Missing Crystal

I had been wearing the same amethyst around my neck for the better part of a couple years. About a month ago, a random woman came up to me and told me she could see Archangel Michael behind me and that I am always protected. She made a comment that I don’t really need my necklace. I instantly knew she was referring to the amethyst I had chosen to wear for protection. I was elated to get a message like that on a day I had been seeing a lot of Angel Numbers, and deeply felt it was genuine and heartfelt. Even with such a beautiful message, I didn’t want to part with the crystal I had become so partial to wearing. I eventually bought a new crystal, a rose quartz, meant as a replacement, but still couldn’t bring myself to separate the amethyst from my necklace. 

Last week, I noticed the crystal was missing from my necklace before I went to bed. Retracing my steps seemed impossible since it was lost on my day off and I had ran a bunch of errands all over the place. I really wanted to know what had come of it. More importantly, I didn’t want this loss to be a waste. Instead of being completely bummed about it, I said a little prayer that someone who needs it will find it, and hoped for the best. 

A few days later, a coworker of mine, who I will call Sandy, stopped by my desk and started telling me about how she just came inside from her work break. Sandy was sitting in her car reading articles on the Internet about celebrities that carry crystals. This sparked an interest in her that lead her to research crystals to help herself. She realized she wanted to purchase an amethyst for a particular concern she had that very morning. As she came to this realization towards the end of her break, she opened her door and stepped outside to feel something break beneath her foot. She extended her hand at this point in the story to show me a broken amethyst. But it wasn’t just any amethyst. 

“That’s my crystal!” I exclaimed, in utter disbelief. I proceeded to tell Sandy about the woman who came up to me randomly saying that I don’t need my necklace, and how it came to be missing. It was bizarre that it happened to drop in my work’s parking lot to begin with since I had literally only stopped there in an area I never really even park in for a moment on my day off.

It was clear through such a synchronistic series of events that the crystal was meant for Sandy. We both had goosebumps and exchanged a series of excited statements. However, we were both slightly concerned it was broken, and started researching interpretations of the meanings behind broken crystals. The first site that we opened said that when a crystal is broken, it can mean it’s work with you is done and it is a sign to gift it to someone else who needs it. The fact it broke and the way it broke made me feel even better about letting it go. Sandy now keeps the crystal pieces in her pocket daily as she is working on a healing.


It was such an auspicious day from the start, even before Sandy happened to stop and talk to me, particularly, instead of the dozens of people working around us. The moon was full, and I kept seeing even more angel numbers than usual. It was like a heightened intuition had come over everyone with whom I came in contact. A different coworker happened to give me my work break at 4:44, which means angels are all around you. When everyone works together to bring each other signs and messages without even trying, it just shows how connected we all are. As for the missing crystal, it was never really missing at all, just repurposed for a greater need. 

Facing Perception and Rejection

  
During the time in my life I consider my spiritual awakening, everything I had come to know was transitioning. I had surrounded myself in high school and college with very judgmental people who loved to gossip, chase wealth, party, and position themselves as elite in many ways. It has taken many years to funnel the people out of my life who refused to grow, and surround myself with totally accepting, loving people. I started this journey alone in many respects as I let go of those that no longer had my best interest at heart. I had experienced so many synchronistic moments after my dad had passed that I was busting at the seams wanting to share them. I sometimes worried about what others would think of me if I openly talked about signs from heaven and life after death. The beautiful truth that the dead are never lost is something that I wanted to share beyond myth, legend, and fairytale. Synchronicity made this truth tangible for me, and I felt my story would help others. Synchronicity taught me that all beings are deeply connected, even in death. I felt a deep calling to make this work the center of my life. 

There was one day in particular, right after I quit the insurance biz and focused on writing, that I meditated outside behind my apartment in the sun. There was a long stretch of grass near the woods that lined up against my complex that I often liked to visit. It was a gorgeous spring day. I sat concentrating on a patch of dandelions nearby. The only way I can describe my state of being was one of a blissful trance. I was beaming from the inside out and smiling. I felt at peace with myself and finally free from pressures of a stuffy business job and business school. I knew others (at least the others that were in my life at that point in time) would not understand my choices, but I wanted to share this peace I had found with the world. 
A thought came to me as I happily sat near a bunch of dandelions, enjoying their beautiful bright yellow color that resonated with me as such a happy flower. I thought about how many people think of this beautiful flower as a weed. I realized that I was very much like a dandelion as well. I remember concentrating on a particular sentence as I continued to meditate: “Some people think I am a weed, but really I am a beautiful flower.” This truth truly freed me from any perceived judgements of others. At that moment, it didn’t matter what anyone said or thought about me. My heart was full of love and my soul was lit by a calling to share my spiritual experiences, no matter how others perceived my choices. 

I sat in the sun for quite some time until finally I decided to make my way back to my apartment. As I opened the screen door, I was greeted by my two miniature dachshunds, Reesie and Scooby. Over their happy yelps and wagging tails due to my return home, I heard my email notification on my iPhone go off. I picked up my phone off of the kitchen table to check it out. It was a Live Nation email letting me know I was eligible for a pre-sale for my husband’s favorite band that was going to be playing across the street at Meadowbrook, where they had never played before. I could often hear bands play there from my place it was so close. Extremely interested, I scrolled down the email to get the code. To my absolute joy, the code for the pre-sale just happened to be “dandelion” when moments ago I had meditated so intensely on a dandelion. Albert Einstein once said coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous. I took this meaningful coincidence as validation of my break through. When synchronicity happens, I often perceive the meaningful coincidence as the universe’s way of telling me to keep going. 

From that moment on, I haven’t cared about what other people think of me. If there is one thing I learned from that experience it is that even if the majority of the population perceives you as a weed, you will still find others out there who know you as the beautiful flower you are. The perception of a weed and a flower is only established by your mentality. The way you view the world is your choice. To let others’ choices define you is a mistake in thinking. My hope is that this story helps you overcome the judgement of others and know true freedom to be yourself.