Good morning, dear mermaid hearts,

I've made a cup of pumpkin spice with a dollop of cremé. It's delicious and will give me the wind-up energy this bygone mermaid requires to accomplish such landlocked duties. Human folk are quite extraordinary in that they enjoy dressing up their coves. It's, by all means, a new sensation for me. Although I am 251 years olde,' I remain in the adaptation mode of adjusting to my sea legs. Teehee…

I had been feeling slightly melancholy with congestion, dizziness, depressing thoughts and fatigue. I began making an effort in trying to pin down one thing or another, and I think I've discovered what it is: mould in the cottage. There will be more investigating, and I may be jumping to conclusions like a Jack in the Box; however, I'll keep you updated as I slowly uncover more details. My dad is having a looksie, and I will know more in a little while. Wouldn't it be hysterical If that is the way I manifest the cottage roof replaced to a 12/12 roof pitch? I know the Universe/God has a wicked sense of humour, and I wouldn't put past the Collective to make such a move. Remember when I spoke about how I was able to obtain my manifestation of the removal of the mauve carpet in Staffordshire Cottage? You can read the post here, as it's a lovely perspective on manifestation and having faith.

Do you recollect when I spoke about renovating my parent's little cottage guest bathroom?

Well, it is coming along quite well also, but I must admit it's taking me longer than I expected, but that is due to my fatigue, so perhaps now that there may be a reason for my tiredness, we shall get on and finish it up soon. 

This is a charming notion that I will be using as inspiration for the flooring in the bathroom renovation. 

Source: MrVictorian.co.uk

Hold up, darlings. I must explain something before I get on. I want to clarify what's what and where's who because when I speak of this cottage, that bathroom, Scarlette Rose Cottage, Carter's Cottage, etc.. I do realise it may be a bit confusing. Not that you necessarily care one whit, but for some of you who may appreciate elucidating, I will commence. 

Who wouldn't be? Pisces are notorious for zany notions. First off, I name nearly every home a cottage. You know, how they do in England. Did you know Prince William and Princess Kate call their home a cottage, even though it's enormous? For the most part, It's the English way and because I love everything English, there you have it.

Okay. 

So here it goes. 

The Carter's Cottage (aka the Ole' Homestead Place) is my parent's home, which they bought from my father's mother. Everyone called her Memaw, and she lived here with my folks until her passing. My grandfather passed when my dad was 16. My grandmother had a lifetime estate here with my mum and dad. If you're like my best friend Patti Anne, you like to know what the person looks like when speaking of those I'm talking about. Therefore, here's a photo of my Memaw and my grandfather Carter. 

I've been working on the bath and hopefully entice you enough to sign up for Patreon to see the results. 

As many of you know that have been following me for years, I moved in with my parents whilst I proceeded with my divorce bill. Well, in my parent's home (which is called the Carter's Cottage, aka thee ole' homestead place), the bathroom had never seen the likes of a remodel, maybe a lick of paint on the walls, but that was about the extent of it. The house was built in 1958, I believe. I was tired of looking at the same ole' ceiling tile, upside-down trim moulding and outdated terrazzo floors. I remain stupefied that terrazzo floors have come back into style. However, because my folks have given me full reign to utilise my interior design degree, I sketched, dreamed and spent numerous amounts of time trying as much as possible to throw back the bathroom to the Victorian era. Now, mind you, because it is my folk's home, I had to adjust some aspects as my mum was uncompromising and said she must have some modern notions left untouched. I also will clarify that until Jeffrey Shawn and I move along, we have to leave the original cast iron tub in place. Although my dream is to one day put a claw foot tub in, that'll have to wait until another juncture convenes. In the meantime, I plan to use a white colour kit to give it a lick of paint. I hope you'll be curious enough to sign up for my Patreon to see the final reveal of the bathroom. It's coming along brilliantly. 

Oh my, let me tell you about books! Today, this isn't about my books. Well, the one thing I will tell you about my book is that in October, the release of The Tale of the Christmas Bunnies will be released, and I'm thrilled beyond measure.

However, let me get on about a sweet English woman that I was introduced to named Miranda Mills. She has a monthly newsletter, and she recommends books for each month. I've never come across someone who has the same reading likeness except for my dear Patti Anne. I love the recommendations.

I've not read any yet, as I've always dug my heels in for outstanding nonfiction except for children's books, such as Little House on the Prairie, Little Women, etc. Yet, this year is the time for changes in my alchemy, so upward and onward, it's time to expand my literature selections. 

Source: MirandaJaneMills.com

Here is the list of books I ordered online. They have yet to arrive, so I thought I'd share Mirandas's list. She also has a lovely YouTube channel that I feel confident you'll adapt to in the Shake of a Lamb's Tail.

Most affably yours til my next swim, Razz

When Identity And Importance Tethers To Money, Self-Worth Is Insufficient & Why Folks Have A Bee In Their Bonnet About Ballerina Farm Winning Mrs. America(n)

Good morning, my dear mermaid hearts, 

[Now, before I plunge right in, I want you to pay notice that I share my subjective opinion on this matter, as it is my perspective, and I am entitled. Also, I've paid great attention upon my writing that my dander is not up, and you most certainly don't have to agree with me. I likewise directly comprehend that I attracted all of this into my life as it was brought on my behalf from my personal beliefs (at that time). We are all walking around on our sea legs and must learn how to walk upon our stems (legs) as we all have belief systems that prop up our assumptions. Therefore, in every article I compose, this is why I relentlessly bang on about why we all would do well to imprint new beliefs. Thus, we would no longer have such negative life experiences. Okay, now that I've taken care of that little bit of housekeeping, let me get on.]

I've spoken for many years on the topic of the ostracising that my son Sawyer and I underwent in the Mormon faith, and once again, I will call this into focus today. I must confess it was the most unkind experience from people supposedly Christian that I've ever witnessed in my life. In all honesty, I took an unavoidable amount of unkindness in the church, but when you stir about and on every whim decide to begin targeting my dear boy (or any of my children, for that matter), that's where I drew the line. Furthermore, I was the only one to advocate for my son, as his own father left him out to dry, which was despicable. A father (and supposed man of God) who has revealed his entire church membership today was unadulterated hypocrisy that bears no bounds. To drive a woman and child/children to feel unsafe and unprotected is most unappealing. I do not apologise for revealing the disposition of anyone's true character.

The crisis nowadays with society is that uncharacteristic individuals have been utilising their nasty behaviour and getting away with it because most folks look the other way. Bloody hell, someone takes a stand. In addition, I don't indicate running about to social media, making a meme and believing that will improve things. That's not taking a stand, nor is clacking on about it in interviews or foddering about relentlessly. This kind of change requires problem solvers, not talking heads, who desire ratings for their shows with millions of views. What nonsense. That makes people see we are all collectively in agreement, but now what? Let's actually DO SOMETHING. We have too many people talking the talk, but nobody wants to walk the walk. How long before it will take one person to have had enough to snap? And we wonder at the notion we have school shootings and sociopaths gunning down folks in our local restaurants. It doesn't take rocket science to know why this happens. It's not guns that's the problem; it's the folks who possess the guns of which where the issue lies. Nine times out of ten, go back and investigate the perpetrator's nature. I will guarantee you this individual was most likely suffering from psychological or mental health issues, such as emotional wounds in their environment. We must dig and excavate at these ailments from the rooted core. We as a society promenade with little rose-coloured glasses on in public, but behind closed doors, these egregious individuals are repeatedly awful people—duplicity where art thou.

Pardon the tangent. 

"Evil prevails when good men do nothing."

If you want to know why I share my background with you, it is most certainly not to disparage anyone for their religious beliefs. I powerfully advocate for folks worshipping and believing in their faiths. I love everyone equally for their views because I respect others. However, I also, in that same regard, must be granted my sentiments. I do not expect that in sharing my story for every woman to leave their Mormon or Pentecostal faith; however, my standing up and having a voice will most assuredly give others the compassion and understanding where no one else is advocating for them. My incidents aren't irregular; they are much more common than you know, yet no one speaks on it for fear of alienation. I'm simply the only woman bold enough to do so without fear of the backlash. Most women are petrified to speak out for fear they, too, would encounter what I underwent.

Now allow me to get on with the tethering conversation about identity and the feeling evoked of importance (significance) tied to the amount of money one possesses. Directly, you may wonder how money, prestige and Hannah Nelleman have anything in common. Darling, lend me a few minutes, and I'll explain. 

This subject did not come on the heels of the BF (Ballerina Farm) Hannah Nelleman and her winning Mrs. America(n). It came from a conversation I had with my folks this week, and then this morning, I read a snippet substack article as the writer had her knickers in a twist regarding Instagram mum influencers.

"A suspension of disbelief feels necessary when asked to consider that someone with seven young children could take care of those children, homeschool some of those children, help attend to a 328-acre ranch teeming with cattle, hogs, donkeys, horses, ducks, chickens, and cats; cook seemingly every meal from scratch; prevent her house from gobbling her whole; find time to dance; and do it all with a smile on her face. BF attracts so many eyeballs because Nelleman is the embodiment of a maternal ideal wholly impossible for most of us to attain." ~Sarah Petersen

Nonetheless, I recognise that when we take umbrage with someone, it's because, inevitably, we have an unresolved self-worth wound rising to the surface that needs mending. I think this may be the case with Sarah Petersen. I don't fault her by any means, as we all have wounds that get brushed. That is the beauty of life and what makes it go round'. However, as many bloggers are conversing about the matter, I would also give my two pence, as I have an entirely valid and different perspective. I like to make my point coming from a woman who left the Mormon church eight years ago, and you'll soon learn one of the reasons why. Bless Hannah Nelleman; I am sure she's a lovely lass. I had never heard of her, but a few years back, a relative asked, "Oh, do you know of the Instagram account Ballerina Farm? You should follow her." I thought to myself, no, thank you, because I don't swoon over famous folks, celebrity types and certainly not a random adorable ballerina Mormon lass. Mind you, I do not mean anything disparagingly about Hannah, again, as I am sure she is most assuredly lovely, and I don't have a dog in this fight; merely, she is front and centre and asleep like most folks in religion not yet awakened, which seems to be rather more common than not these days.

Organised religion and many religions in general will do that to a woman. I have such devotion and sympathy for women caught up in the controlling disposition of faith, honestly, because I know the truth on the other side of that life, and it's not pleasurable. The Mormon church heads of authority hand-appoint particular individuals, such as Ballerina Farm, and make them the epitome of what other Mormon women should strive to become. It's subtlest idol worship at its finest. They 'big up' these certain women and run them through the mill of idolatry. Do you think it's a coincidence BF is a Mormon woman, with all the "aspects" of what motherhood, homesteading, perfectionism, wealth, and praise should be with 6.3 million followers? She's pumped through the Mormonism culture system, and it's worked for decades upon decades, and it's still working. The church needs well-behaved women riddled with comparing themselves to their sisterhood. Instagram fame and low self-worth (for most women in the church and religions) go hand in hand. The church convinces members to remember to be devout, good little subservient wives (and tithe payers), all in the name of building the kingdom of God with obedience and an eternal promise of a place in the celestial kingdom. 

Did no one learn a thing from the Pentecostal worshipping Rachel Hollis's charade? I ask you.

'You might as well try to turn back Niagara as me from my purpose.' — Elizabeth Robins 

I love my friends in religion (both Pentecostal and Mormonism); however, I will never stand by and say nothing about society and how many women are living a veneer life; the absurdity is beyond measure. Evidently, we all need a refresher course in self-love and idol worship, and I'm leading the charge. I intend to prattle on about this type of hypocrisy until folks begin listening, and there's not a cat's chance in hell without claws I plan on stopping anytime soon. So buckle up my fruits. 

(And a little disclaimer that if any of this post stands bothersome, It is all in good fun. Perhaps my tonic for those offended would be to recite the Taylor Swift lyrics,

"It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

At tea time, everybody agrees

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero.”)

Three years ago, I went to work on creating new subconscious beliefs about money and value. Just yesterday, I was having a chatter with my folks, and this topic came up again. I began explaining that I was (unknowingly at the time of my upbringing) placing constant importance on people who possessed money, such as what makes BF a tantalising life to emulate. She comes from money, and she married money, so having wealth surely charades the truth, as there's no possible way she's accomplishing all of those things listed earlier by herself. Sure, she makes it look easy peasy because that's what the Mormon culture creates. And if she is trying to do it all, I assure you she will eventually have some sort of a breakdown. It's not humanly possible to be and do everything to perfection, but hell, if the church won't make you effort til you drop dead or kill yourself first. Even if it's most challenging, it's never enough, and it will never be good enough. This exact reason is why the number one state statistically in the country for women taking depression medication and getting breast augmentation comes from the state of Utah among Mormon women. Do you think that's another coincidence? If you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you.

There was always a significant emphasis from the Carter side of the family that, through my upbringing, if a person possessed wealth, they were deemed important. Mind you, when I met my ex, dated and married him, we were poor as church mice. My love language is gifts because that equals love to me. Do you know what your love language is? I do not speak on this to place blame on how my folks raised me, merely to teach others to take a vested interest in themselves to understand that money (nor fame) equates to significance. Even so much as following accounts like the BF and ideally believing she has it all. No one has it all, and I don't care one whit how much something appears to look that way. Let's not unquestioningly believe everything we see. One must learn to feather this foe; if not, the continued awful feelings of unworthiness and comparison will haunt relentlessly, and why many women end up leaving or having terrible anxiety from consuming Instagram.

Loads of people in the world will allow many o' misgiving if a person is wealthy. And it is true in our world; there are often folks who were maybe poor growing up and then get a little or a lot of money and will use it to try and fix external fortes to make things "appear" better than they are. The profound reason for my teachings is to bring an awareness that having money doesn't make a person happy. No, but it makes things loads easier in life. To have money is quite fun and very much a Take Joy moment in my life. Yes, you may say to me in response, "Everyone knows that money doesn't make a person happy, Razz." However, I will reiterate yes, that is true to an extent, but if one loves oneself purely, whether money is there or not, it is a beautiful experience to have wealth rather than not. Wealth and abundance are natural benefactors for raising one's vibration and positive self-concept. 

Folks will say that money doesn't buy happiness, but they won't necessarily go about truly living that, for their actions show differently. Most folks are out in the world trying to get and have money because they think when they get the money, they will feel better and so on and so forth. This mindset never works, but by gosh, people will die trying. People are trying to attain money to fill the vapid hole in their souls, and they think money will fix it, but soon learn it never does. 

My blog is to create and invoke self-awareness of the many contradictions of the nauseating masses. We must BE the change for the world to change. Capesh? Please understand me; I've never viewed money as a negative belief. You could tell me till the cows come home that money is the root of all evil and having money is wrong, etc. I would say to you, if you believe that, that's on you, not me. You're not going to project your money scarcity beliefs onto me. I believe money is a lovely energy, and it's so fun having money. If you hold a negative money belief, you must not have money, or the money you do have is straining through your fingers like a sieve. My desire was always to possess loads of money; nevertheless, I wanted to have it for notions such as founding my nonprofit, The Carter Settlement, bringing into the world little workshops to create change for humanity, etc. Many years ago, I came to terms with myself and healed from requiring the money to make me feel significant. This deficient matter is quite common if you've ever seen the world as those who have wealth and aren't happy. They spend their fortunes buying all the external measures in hopes it will fill the void they have within. Have a looksie at the many singers, comedians, or entertainers wreaking havoc because they achieved money yet soon learn all the money in the world does not make for authentic happiness. 

There was a conversation betwixt my folks where I was giving an example about a woman who had begun a relationship with a man. And because he was financially wealthy, the other aspects of this person were looked over. I began banging on about the justifications folks will give; 'If a person has money,' many people will overlook many o' things or pay to make things that might be deemed disapproving disappear; just throw a little quid at it. Well, I should reiterate if we are superficial and we think we're hiding our most genuine thoughts about folks with or without money, they have a way of revealing their most authentic beliefs. I shop now and plan to continue shopping at Walmart, and when I was broke, no one knew better whether I was wealthy or dirt poor. I wear my old-timey clothes to fine stores and less fine stores. If a person needs to exhibit prosperity, it is quite common they are an insecure individual and most likely don't have financial abundance. That's not always true; I'm just stating it is quite common. People who flaunt around as if they have money to burn (or those who have new money) will often overcompensate for their deficiencies. 

Wealthy folks are not always so self-evident, so people might want to keep that in mind when assumptions are at play. Just because most folks are trying to fool the world into believing they are of fortune, they are the ones who are usually giving away all the clues of being impoverished without even knowing it. Genuinely wealthy folks do not have to show they're rich; however, poor-minded folks do. That's just the truth. Abundance is a mindset, and money is merely energy, so remember wealth whispers and money talks; know the difference and act accordingly. 

Most affably yours til my next swim, Razz

A Mermaid's Map For How To Manifest A Relationship Back After Years Of Parent Alienation Using Neville Goddard's The Law Of Assumption

Good morning, my dear mermaid hearts, 

Did you pour a cuppa? I'm having cinnamon spice. My favourite as of late. I hope your days are beautiful and you found happy moments by "Taking Joy." We managed to escape Hurricane Idalia, which I owe to manifesting.

I've been feverishly toiling away on my folk's little cottage bathroom renovation. I'm satisfied with life these days yet eager for more. When I spend my time on home renovations and making things pretty and of lovely report, I have such a whale of a time. I very much desire you to sign up for Patreon to see the results of the bathroom, and for your pleasure; in addition, I have plenty more spectacular episodes to come. (I also share many spiritual videos on my Patreon; therefore, if you aren't interested in a project, you may yearn for how to manifest an exemplary life.) I wasn't planning on refurbishing my folk's cottage bathroom; however, one day, on a whim, I thought; I should spruce this bathroom up for my dear parents, as it's looking a bit dingy. It's been a bit longer than I anticipated, but it'll be worth it. The exciting notion is that it will most assuredly be something that you can do for your very own bathroom, and when I say allotment (budget), I mean quite low, as in under 200 quid/dollars. (I'm curious if you're similar to me on the score that when someone says I've done this or that and the tenth on a low budget, yet it's a small fortune, well, I ask you. My darling, give anyone under the sun with an allotment that large and they can perform miracles.) Each to their own, I might need to fine-tune and adjust my money sails. (Wink, wink.) 

Tomorrow, I'm publishing a tiny Halloween craft, so at best, you will have a video episode for August. I know it's a tad early for Halloween, though I thought you'd enjoy it. Gather these bits together so you can make a wreath or two for your doors this Hallow's Eve. 

•1 or 2 medium-sized grapevine wreaths, or make your own wreath from Confederate Jasmine vine as I did.

•A spool of wide black silk ribbon, you need nearly a whole spool for each wreath, as we will make the tails very long, perfectly dark and dramatically theatrical. 

•Lastly, you will need two types of tools; I chose two hatchets. I wanted spears because that seems most appropriate for a mermaid's cottage; however, I'm not dressing the cottage this year as everything is boxed up and ready to go to our forever home. I plan to use the two wreaths for my mum's cottage to take photos as she doesn't fancy the Halloween season. She likes fall decor, though. I giggle sometimes, wondering how I am her daughter as I love everything most opposite of her. 

I want you to feel comfy and cosy as you read this article, as my intention is for you to feel restorative with treasure trove measures to gain leverage when someone attempts to run foot you.

Despite what my ex-ole' sod tells folks (my children included), I am the one who divorced my ex, ill-suited mate. (The details will also be in my book, The Little Mermaid's Transformational Tale and much more. I determined to have the last word.) Nonetheless, a narcissist carries out, taking pleasure in spinning yarn to make others believe the actual victim is the villain.

Let me get on. In 2015, I filed for a bill of divorce from my ill-suited ex-mate. That was four years before my dear boy Sawyer's death and four years of being alienated from my children. I must say I never lost connection with Sawyer as he was my one child who could not afford the manipulation by anyone, most particularly if anyone tried to keep him from his dear Mama. Today marks seven and a half years since I've set eyes on my two sons, and that is not for lack of trying. These days, I've made peace with them and myself, and I have been "living in the end."

Furthermore, I am on speaking terms with them, and it's only growing more pleasant with each passing day. My happiness abounds whether my children are in or out of my life. As a mother, we must care for our souls, stay in good health and focus on our mental well-being above all others. This measure is vital in remaining present and knowing with confidence the children will return in our favour. We must be selfish, and selfishness is a gift, not a notion of ill regard. Make no mistake, my dear hearts, if we as mothers do not place our mental health at the forefront, we will not be triumphant in reuniting with our children. You cannot pull blood from a turnip. My first treasure trove tip is to fully stop focusing on the children for the moment and become mentally resilient by your very own lot. Afterwards, once stable, we work from there and up the emotional scale of resolution, we go. 

I was in the fourth year of my ex-mate alienating my children when Sawyer transitioned. (I must stress that I am not a sufferer (victim), so when I speak in this post, I am teaching from the mindset of my scars and not my wounds, which is most important when assisting women (men, too) through parent alienation. Well, anytime I'm teaching, really. I'm writing this post to help assist others who have or are currently encountering parent alienation. My method is for teaching purposes, and it's vital to share my stories with you, my dear kind, dear hearts. When a narcissistic person (pardon me for using the word as I am incredibly aware of its overkill in usage, yet I digress) is working diligently to harm a person, their hatred for an ex-mate is much stronger than their love for their children. The dodgy characters will spew and swear all sorts of traumatisation tactics, and threats are a rapid go-to. For one example, my ex-ill-suited mate promised: "he would spend the rest of his life making me pay dearly for what I had done, that all of this was my fault and that the children needed to know their mother is the one who ruined the family." That kind of menacing chatter cheers me up no end. Do you know why, my dear hearts? Now that I have mastered manifesting, I welcome learning exactly how to demonstrate success in ridding a narcissist once and for all. I'm going to teach you how to as well, and it's not like anything similar to what you've learned from a therapist or TikTok, I assure you. My methods are fully proven, and I solemnly guarantee my techniques work brilliantly. I am living evidence.

If you've heard or learned, one of the main ways we as women come into contact with these types of dark horses is when we as women come from a wounded and dysfunctional childhood; most notably, we have spent our lives as quite insecure lasses. And dare I say it has loads to do with our upbringing in religion. Religious practices mainly teach little girls to be submissive, and that is often at the expense of her identity in possessing confidence. To surrender to (primarily) males, we are brainwashed. I am not apologetic for addressing this manner, nor am I bashing men. I love men, so allow me to clarify and clear that straight away. Authoritative figures are the devil wearing a suit and tie, and that is the truth more often than it's not. 

(Not all Christian folks, mind you; however, many exist. The unfortunate notion, too, is that the women who refuse to see this from such intensely infused blinders will struggle for many years as they are asleep. I understand this as I speak from experience, and I've spent many o' hours assisting women in religion who've also experienced similarities.)

What I teach you on this ole' blog is not hearsay; I lived it. Let me preface another matter about insecurity. I mean no disfavour whatsoever when I speak of women being insecure; we all are in one area or another until we learn to be influential, conscious creators of our reality. We attract these classifications of individuals because of something I termed "mermaid mirroring" or the law of assumption, as Neville Goddard clarified. However, when you begin to understand that you are God and no one has any power over you, you take back control, leaving others with zilch leverage. No one possesses an ounce of power to do anything to us unless we refuse to accept we are consciously creating our reality every single solitary moment of our lives. Our beliefs create our reality. Change your beliefs, you change your reality, and everyone has to show up in the manner in which we view them, or else they no longer show up at all. It is universal law; that is how it is, and it is unchangeable. 

What a delight! The other delightful portion of the news is that one should literally not give a moment's time on an ex-mate, for the karmic retribution they will encounter will be more than most humans will be able to handle. I promise you, dear hearts, knowing the nefarious notions my ex-mate has done that I'm aware of, and the many that I'm not is more than enough to calmly know within that he will receive a reckoning to behold, and I have not for one day after learning to love myself and creating a new life thought about that part of my past. I am indifferent. I no longer hold any emotion, and when one approaches, that kind of willpower is impermeable. I have a clear conscience, and I can truthfully say I not once retaliated against my ex-mate (although many times I wanted to avenge him more than you could imagine, and it wasn't easy by any stretch of the imagination, I refrained from doing so and sent out love despite his actions) therefore any karma coming my way, is such loveliness I cannot contain it. If, for a moment, you think I do not understand the vitriol that occurs when dealing with a mentally ill individual such as an egocentric dark horse, you would be wrong. I do not feel it necessary to drag out all the experiences I went through; by all means, it does not imply I haven't been 'through' it. Humans can be purely cruel and deviant behind the scenes, which is their mode of oppernde. 

The incredible notion of this content is that I want you to understand why and how imprinting new beliefs is vital to achieving such success. It was so beneficial for me to take my power back, and when I created new thoughts, I was so much healthier. Because knowing how to manifest is the golden treasure you need to manifest your children back into your life. When we realise we are the God of our reality, we understand that to create what we desire is all we need to make things the way we want them to be. 

No other being on the planet can do anything to us. When I teach you in the YouTube video accompanying this post how to understand the law of assumption, no human being has any control over you anymore. You will learn how the universal laws work, how you are THE GOD of your reality, which wields them to your advantage. 

You know me by now, and I do not apologise for what I teach. I will repeatedly teach women first to become emotionally of sound mind and then.

If you'd like to work with me on your self-concept, self-development and spirituality please feel free to email me at Raquel@RaquelCarter.com, or you can direct message me on Instagram.

Most affably yours til' my next swim, Razz