There’s a sacred place within me that not everyone gets to access. I used to think that just because I had wisdom to share, I was supposed to give it freely to anyone who asked. That if someone was curious about spirituality, or healing, or energy, I needed to pour from my well without question. But over time, I realized something powerful.
Everyone who’s hungry doesn’t deserve a seat at your table.
There were moments when I felt drained after conversations that seemed innocent at first. Someone would ask a question about a spiritual download I had or a dream I interpreted, and before I knew it, they’d taken what they wanted without offering respect, reciprocity, or even genuine interest. They weren’t there to connect. They were there to consume.
That’s when I had to reclaim my boundaries and get real with myself.
I don’t owe access to those who don’t resonate with me. I’m not here to convince, convert, or cater to everyone who’s spiritually curious but energetically misaligned. My insights come from a place of divine connection, lived experience, pain transmuted into wisdom, and countless nights spent crying, cleansing, and communing with Spirit. That is not content for the casual observer.
When I say “not my collective,” I mean it with love and clarity. If you don’t honor the journey, the language, or the frequency I walk in, you don’t get to harvest the fruit of my spiritual labor. You can observe from a distance, sure. But you don’t get to pick my mind or drain my spirit unless you’re part of the soul family who moves with reverence.
And that’s not gatekeeping. That’s discernment.
There’s a difference between being of service and being used. And let’s be real. Too many of us healers, intuitives, and energy workers have been conditioned to feel guilty for saying no. For charging for our offerings. For protecting our peace. But Spirit never asked us to martyr ourselves. Spirit asks us to honor the vessel.
So now, I move with intention. I listen deeply to who’s asking and why. I pay attention to how I feel after I share. If it leaves me feeling depleted or disrespected, I take that as a message. I no longer explain myself to those who were never meant to understand.
Not everyone is your audience. Not everyone is your client. Not everyone is your collective.
And that’s okay.
I pour where I’m celebrated, not tolerated. I share where I feel safe, not scrutinized. I teach where there is honor, not entitlement.
Because my spiritual insights are sacred. And if you’re not part of my soul-aligned circle, you’re not entitled to them.
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