A New Mirror

💥 When “Sacred Speak” Feels Like a Setup — Why Real Ones Don’t Whisper 💨 See Where the Spiritual Odor Started   💥 When “Faux Words” Feels Like a Setup Why Whisper-Talking Didn't Work for me Let me be real. The first time I entered one of those “conscious communication” circles, where everyone’s speaking softly with their hands on their hearts like they’re on day 14 of a lavender cleanse 🌱 — I looked around and thought: “¿Qué carajo is this?” 🏫 It didn’t feel deep. It felt like spiritual customer service. And baby, I grew up with fists slamming tables and silence that felt like muerte — this wasn’t safety, this was papel maché healing. 🎭 When People Sound Peaceful but Feel Controlling One time I got hired by a couple who claimed they use “a conscious system” to talk about everything. I was like, cute , felicidades. Until the wife (masking control with calmness) started asking me how long I needed for water breaks, how fast I could ...

💥 Jesus Laughed. Buddha Nodded. Doña Fela Sniffed Why the Real Ones Don’t Sanitize the Human Experience I don’t know who needs to hear this , but if your spiritual journey smells like rose water 24/7… You’re probably skipping steps. 🥣🦨 🥣 The real ones — The sages, abuelas, and truth-tellers didn’t curate a vibe — They told the truth, even when it stank. 🔓 I call it the “unmarketable sacred”: ✋🏽 Night sweats y ancestral purges 👃🏽 Spiritual odor no Palo Santo can mask 🧽 Soul-cleaning, not image-cleaning 💔 Amor in betrayal’s costume 🤡 Trauma dressed up as “transformation” That’s the real gospel. 🇵🇷 🥭 🧼 Fake Prophets Smell Like Perfume Too many selling “light” with skincare energy 🧴 — but can’t sit with their own funk. 🦨 Bypassing grief ≠ wisdom. Jesus flipped tables. Buddha left comfort. They weren’t going viral — they were going real. 💭 Truth Ain’t Always Cute In Spiritual Odor Is Real™ , I shared how the bod...

🦨 Spiritual Odor Is Real™ Not everyone can smell it. But when you know (nose), you know (nose). 🫢😵‍💫👃🏽✨ I come from a family of olfactory intuitives . Three generations deep — that I know of. Me. My son. My grandma, Doña Fela. None of us went pro, but the gift is real. 🎁💀 “¿Y ese funk?” We didn't call it that, but that's what we were sensing. That thick, sticky funk that doesn’t show up on paper. Not in résumés, diplomas, or designer clothes. But ohhh, it walks into the room before someone says a word. It's not B.O. It's S.O. Spiritual Odor™ . My son — yes, the one currently incarcerated — can walk into a cell (his or someone else’s) and sniff out the real danger. Not the tattoos. Not the crime record. The vibe. “ Yo… what IS that funk? ” he’ll say. 😷🌀 Same thing happened to me, for years. Sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night, d...

🌎 Emoji Glossary Block™ 🥣 — cuenco : ancestral hunger, emotional sustenance, spiritual depth. 🇵🇷 — raíz : Puerto Rican identity, cultural grounding, pride & ancestry. 🧼 — limpieza : expungement illusions, trying to "wipe the slate" without soul work. 👻 — fantasma : pretend healing, haunting past, emotional costumes post-trauma. 🧌 — espeluznante : creepy behaviors that lurk in the shadows. Watch the vibes. 😬 — incómodo : awkward truth. Can’t unsee it. We feel the cringe. 💀 — peligro : spiritual danger zone, avoidance, denial, soul erosion. 🪇 — ritmo : Feel the Rhythm from Within™ — Caribbean flow, somatic truth. 🥥 — coco : coconut truth, protective outside, sweet within. Tough love. 🥭 — mango : mango moment, ripe healing, emotional juiciness. 🧠✨ — inteligencia : EQ moment — emotional intelligence meets sparkle. 😆 — humor : laugh a little while you heal a lot. 🦨 — zorrillo : skunk alert — foul energ...

🧼 When Expungement Is Misunderstood Some folks think expungement is a magic eraser. One minute: culpable , the next: reborn. Clean slate. No más problema . 🧽🪞Bye-bye record, hello “new me.” But I’ve met the Expunged. I’ve seen them slither. 🐍 And I say this with 🥣 and clarity: That paper may be clean… but the spirit? The comportamiento? 😬 Not so much. I’m not here to be la jueza 👩🏽‍⚖️. I’ve never been expunged on paper. But in my emotional, mental, and financial life? Sí . I’ve had to start over so many times it’s dizzying. I grew up in a house where people took what they wanted. Grownups robaban like it was tradition. Some called it survival. Some just stayed silent. But I call it what it was: generational grand theft 🎭. Even after I stopped stealing things, I had to expunge the urge to control, to ghost people when I was scared, to call disconnection “boundaries.” To hoard love and ...

What Is Your EQ?™ Do You Even Know What EQ Is?™ I didn’t know. Emotional? Emotional to me meant: be careful . They’re coming for you if they catch you feeling anything. Don’t express. Just be still. ¡O te va a ir mal! You know what comes. 💀 So many of us think we’ve got high EQ just because we don’t yell in public or because we know how to say “I’m fine” without blinking. 👀 Pero... that’s not emotional intelligence. That’s performance. 🎭 I used to think I was highly evolved in EQ. I wasn’t. 🎤 Hold up— I was trained to perform emotions, not feel them. Now I’m like: “Ahh… yup. That’s the ticket.” 😅 😳 What EQ Is NOT: Being “nice” all the time (that’s fawning 😬) Avoiding hard emotions (👋🏽 hola, spiritual bypassing) Acting “unbothered” as a trauma response Letting people walk all over you in the name of “healing” 🥣 EQ is not a badge. It’s a brújula — a compass 🧭 for staying connected… but to yourself first. Think of EQ as your internal WiFi s...

💔 When Love Was Performance: Why Love Does NOT Have Languages 🥣 Querida inner niña, I didn’t learn love—I learned survival with a smile on. I learned how to hug before I learned how to say no. I learned how to give before I was ever taught to receive. And let’s be real: I learned how to perform love long before I ever felt safe enough to feel it. They said love had "types." They gave us categories and colors and quizzes. But baby... that was just another test I was afraid to fail. Before I could even spell "affirmation," I was wearing it like a costume—on live TV. 👗 Not for joy. Not for art. For money. For clothes. For approval. For them. 🩸 And behind those sparkly lights? I saw things no niña should ever see. My brother’s face hit with a bat at a piñata party. Girls being groomed, sold, and smiled at. And me? Just trying to be wanted… but not touched. To be seen… but not too loudly. To be useful, pero invisible. 💬 “Words” Wer...

  Spiritual Esthetics™: Healing Beyond Skincare 🪞 Spiritual Esthetics: Not Just Skin Deep™ What Is Spiritual Esthetics™? Spiritual Esthetics™ is more than skincare — it’s a declaration of radical self-awareness, ancestral healing , and emotional liberation. 🪞✨ I’m a Licensed Esthetician and Esthetics Instructor — not to show off, but to show up and name what’s possible when someone raised on silence, secrets, and survival finally learns to see themselves with compassion . Instructor Gratitude & My Journey to See Myself Gracias to every instructor who saw me before I could see myself. 🙏🏽 Today, I teach from that same soul space. I now help others earn that sacred license — the one that says: 🧾 You are a professional. 🧠 You know your craft. 💖 You matter. You always did. You just needed a safe mirror. But beyond the paperwork, I help people reclaim the mirror — not the one shaped by trauma or fantasy, but the sacred one that reflects tru...

🧿 I’m Not For Sale Anymore™ 🇵🇷 Not emotionally. Not professionally. Not spiritually. There was a time—no tan lejos—when we said yes to everything. Yes to unpaid guest spots (aka: “opportunities” that drained us). 🤯 Yes to emotional labor nobody acknowledged—listening to complaints, holding everyone’s feelings but our own. 🩸 Yes to showing up early, staying late, and still getting overlooked... because sometimes the fridge was empty, and free food meant survival. 🥣 We thought: “If I’m good enough, they’ll value me.” ☎️ But spoiler alert: they didn’t. They won’t. And maybe they can’t. That’s not our fault, but it is our wake-up call. 🧠 🧃 Our Old Selves Worked on Empty We were magic on a budget. 🪄 The go-to. The reliable one. The bring-the-playlist-and-the-prayer one. We said “sí” before even checking our calendars—or our bodies. 🥣 Why? Because we were taught being useful = being lovable. From our families, la iglesia, school, volunteering... even...

🧬 Changing the Ness Wound in Diana™ A gentle invitation to unravel fear-based love, control, and self-betrayal — sin perder nuestro flow 😏 We’ve all known a Diana — or maybe we’ve been her. The one who’s exhausting, intense, maybe a little toxic, and always *on*. The one carrying generations of unspoken reglas, bruised trust, and twisted love stories. She’s not evil or loca — just deeply tired, and sometimes tangled in survival mode. 😮‍💨 Growing up surrounded by these women — women who’ve been hurt, who hurt in turn — I recognize those patterns inside myself. The hypervigilance, the impulse to control, the care wrapped in chaos. It’s a cycle. A wound. A “Ness wound.” 🥣 This is not just Diana’s story. It’s ours. And that’s okay. Because now, *we* get to start changing it — little by little, moment by moment, whenever we catch ourselves slipping back. What does healing look like here? We won’t “fix” this wound overnight — it’s ...

💔 How to Start Healing After Betrayal Disguised as Love™ (Especially When the Lie Looked Like a Future) He said, “We’re building an empire.” Turns out… we were the unpaid interns. 🧃 Let’s be real—some betrayals don’t come with cuernos . They show up in shared Google Docs, cozy pillow talk, and “you’re the only one who gets me” energy. 🙄 Healing from that kind of betrayal isn’t just about deleting the receipts or pretending we didn’t love them. It’s about waking up from the fog— la niebla emocional —and taking our oxygen back. 🤕🌫️ 🚫 What This Isn’t: No shame spirals. We saw it when we saw it. No spiritual gymnastics. This ache isn’t meant to be bypassed. 🤒🤢🤮💩 No acting “fine” while deep-diving Zillow for his new house, car, and… grandchild? 🏡👀🚘 🛠️ What Healing Might Actually Look Like: We cry in the shower… then send that overdue invoice. 💵 We reread old texts—not to suffer, but to finally see . We stop writing excuses for him in our own jou...

💭 Back in the Day… We all heard the classic: “Don’t assume—because when you assume, you make an ass out of u and me.” Cute. But some assumptions cut deeper. Especially the ones that sneak in wearing intimacy's clothes. They sound like closeness—but they feel like confusion. 🧠 The Chatterbox With Receipts™ Enter Cappy: smooth-talking, future-building, emotionally strategic. He doesn’t just flirt—he recruits. These aren’t just flirty words. These are carefully coded scripts. You’re not falling in love—you’re being cast in a drama you didn’t audition for. 😬 Intimate Assumptions Hit Different Like… “They’re charming, so they must be safe.” Or “He said he loved me once, in a 2am text.” 👀📱 Cuidado , amiga. This is how the story starts—and how the trap gets set. 😈 Cappy’s Favorite Blend 💔 Betrayal in a silk robe 💸 Shared dreams, unpaid invoices 🤯 Emotional fog, heavy on the gaslight ...

✍️ WTF Is Independence?™ 🫁 The deeper question isn’t: “Am I performing?” It’s: “Do I feel free inside this identity?” Do I have space to be unsure, soft, sad, or raw — even here? Sacred Self-Confrontation™ is what happens when the mirror won’t lie anymore. I’ve built a strong identity. Independent. Capable. Spiritually aware. A helper. A truth-speaker. Someone others trust for guidance. That’s real. But here’s what else is true: I’ve also performed. I didn’t mean to. But sometimes I still feel like I’m proving something. Not just to others, but to myself. “I’m not broken.” “I’m better than what happened to me.” “Look how far I’ve come.” And maybe that’s where the false independence lives. Not in the strength itself — but in needing it to be the only part of me that gets seen. I don’t throw things anymore. I don’t disappear into addictions. But sometimes I disappear into being “fine.” There’s a version of me that gets high off internal gold stars. “You’re doing yo...

🧠 From Victim to Visionary™ The Mindset Shift That Changed Everything You can’t glow up spiritually if you’re still giving your power away emotionally. Somewhere between generational trauma and a whole lot of therapy, I realized something wild: 👉🏽 I was repeating beliefs that didn’t even start with me. It wasn’t until I sat with my own reflection — like, really sat — that I understood how much of my identity was a performance. I had been trying to heal skin without healing self . That’s why in this space, we don’t just treat the surface — we break patterns, reclaim the mirror, and remember who we are. 🪞🔥 🌀 Flip the Script: The Mindset Makeover™ 🚫 VICTIM: “It’s not fair.” ✨ VISIONARY: “What is this here to teach me?” Life isn’t punishing you — it’s prompting you. Every challenge has a message in it. 📚 🚫 VICTIM: “They made me feel bad.” ✨ VISIONARY: “I get to choose my response.” Only you decide how long someone else’s words ...

✨ Emotional Permission Slips™ for Families Who Grew Up Without Them 💔🧠🛠️ Because many of us never got the handbook on boundaries, love, or how to feel... and we’re still here, learning. Juntas (together).💫 We grew up with a script: “You have no rights. Just survive, obey, and keep the family looking good.” That was the law in the house. The church. The school. A tripleta (three-hit combo) from hell. 🥵 We performed. We stayed silent. We cleaned up chaos and called it culture. 😔 Church? Uff. Taught us to fear stepping out of line. Supposedly, even our cat would go to hell. ⛪️ 🙀💦 Ay bendito (bless our hearts), some of us are still waiting for a bearded man in the clouds to say, “Mi’ja, now you're worthy.” 🧎‍♀️‍➡️ We searched. Hopped religions like buses in Chi-town 🚌 — chasing a God that didn’t punish or shame. Instead we met the Gettcha God — a mix of Santa 🎅 and a tyrant dictator 👹. Checks a list. Finds us guilty....

✨ Spiritual Esthetics: Healing the Mirror, Reclaiming the Self Spiritual Esthetics is more than skincare — it’s a declaration of radical self-awareness, ancestral healing, and emotional liberation. 🪞✨ I’m a Licensed Esthetician and Esthetics Instructor since 2009 — not to show off, but to show up and claim what’s possible when someone who came from zero self-esteem learns to see their worth. Gracias Ms. Linda, Ms. Silvia, Ms. Veronica. Ms. Taylor. Ms. Kelly. Ms. E. Ms. Jones I help others earn that same license — the one that says: 🧾 You are a professional. 🧠 You know your craft. 💖 You matter. Always did and always will. But beyond the paperwork, I help people reclaim the mirror — not the one shaped by trauma, silence, or shame… but the sacred one that reflects love, truth, and power. Thanks, G-ma, for taking me on those Avon calls.💄 🔥 Breaking Generational Trauma in Beauty Spaces Let’s be real. I inherited silence. Shame. Performance. “Be strong.” “Don’t ...

🧠 From Victim to Visionary™ The Mindset Shift That Changed Everything (con sazón) You can’t glow up spiritually if you’re still giving your power away emotionally. Somewhere between generational trauma and beauty school, I realized something wild: 👉🏽 I was repeating mindsets that didn’t even belong to me. It wasn’t until I sat with my own reflection — like, really sat at a ten day silent retreat — that I realized I’d been trying to heal skin without healing self . That’s why at Spiritual Estheticss™ , we don’t just treat the surface — we break cycles, we reclaim the mirror, and we remember who TF we are. 🪞🔥 🌀 Flip the Script: Mindset Makeover™ 🚫 VICTIM: “It’s not fair!” ✨ VISIONARY: “¿Qué puedo aprender de esto?” There are no injustices in soul school. Just lessons with our names on them. 📚 🚫 VICTIM: “They made me feel bad.” ✨ VISIONARY: “Yo decido cómo responder.” Only I get to choose how long they stay in my energy. 🧼...