We Are All Mirrors

There is a quiet truth I’ve come to know through experience: we teach what we most need to learn. Again and again, I’ve found myself speaking words of wisdom, channeling messages from Spirit for others—only to realize, often in the stillness after a session, that those same words were meant for me. Spirit, in its infinite grace, speaks through us as much as it speaks to us. Sometimes, we’re the messenger and the recipient at once.

Through years of guiding others—whether in training, coaching, or mentoring—I’ve come to see that the work is never truly separate from the self. Healing is a circle, not a line. The more I support others on their journey, the more I am drawn deeper into my own. I’ve said many times, and I still believe it with every cell of my being: “There is no one out there.” We are all mirrors, reflecting back the unhealed parts, the forgotten gifts, and the sacred truths we struggle to remember.

"Beckoned by Spirit"

In the last week, Spirit’s pull has been more intense, more potent. The whispers have become nudges. The nudges, full-bodied guidance. I’ve been shown—through conversations, through others’ breakthroughs, even in moments of quiet—that there are still places within me that long for attention. Old patterns I thought I’d outgrown. Emotions I had quietly tucked away. Truths I had yet to speak.

But something is different now. The resistance I once felt has softened. I’m not fighting the process. In fact, I feel a readiness. A deep, cellular knowing that a shift is coming. Not just another chapter, but a turning of the page entirely. There’s an opening—a call to step forward with less fear and more trust.

"Spirits Below"

As I prepare for an upcoming sacred ceremony, a time when I consciously journey to Spirit’s threshold, I feel a sacred reckoning within. It is not an easy thing, to walk willingly into the fire of transformation. It asks everything of you. To release, to surrender, to shed the identities and stories you’ve worn for years—even the ones that once felt like truth.

Yet, there is also a profound gratitude. Because in this unraveling, I am uncovering more of who I truly am. I can feel it—this sense that my soul is preparing for expansion. I am being asked to walk lighter, to carry less, to embody more of the essence that has always been within me.

This journey is not for the faint of heart. It never has been. But I said yes a long time ago. Long before I had language for it. Long before I understood the weight or the beauty of the path. The signs have been there all along—in my dreams, in my art, in the verses of my poetry. Each one a breadcrumb, guiding me back to myself.

So now, I listen. I follow. I honor what is rising. And I walk forward—not with certainty, but with devotion.

"What is the Message"

And so, dear one...

If you find yourself standing at the edge of something unknown…If you feel the quiet tug of Spirit calling you inward, deeper…If the mirrors in your life are growing clearer, and the truths harder to ignore…

Know this: you are not alone.

The path of transformation is sacred, but it is not without challenge. It will ask you to shed what no longer serves, to see yourself with radical honesty, and to hold space for both your pain and your power. But it will also lead you home—to a version of yourself that is more whole, more aligned, more free.

There is no perfect way to walk this path. There is only your way. With presence. With courage. With grace when you falter, and faith when the way is unclear.

So take the next step, however small. Listen. Trust what rises. And remember: what you offer to others—your wisdom, your compassion, your truth—are often the very gifts Spirit is placing gently back into your own hands.

We teach what we most need to learn.

And we heal—together.

With love,

Debra