Strong Enough for Life to Unfold
I let go of control and began embracing the moment. Not because life is perfect or without flaw, but simply because I can. My life is so amazingly, imperfectly perfect.
Awakening Journey
Blogs, Finding Self, Remembering
When It All Starts To Make Sense
In this reflective piece, Julie Renee shares how a tarot card, an energy session, and her own quiet courage all led to the unlocking of her voice.
This is a full-circle moment – a sacred unfolding of what was always written.
Finding Self, Remembering
To My Melanated Queens: It’s Time
Julie Renee delivers a channeled call-to-remembrance for the women whose lineage spans galaxies. A poetic decree wrapped in ancestral truth – this piece is a rally cry to all melanated queens: it’s time to rise, reclaim and remember.
Finding Self, Freedom
How Brave of Me: The Magic of Trusting Myself
In this raw and radiant reflection, I share the beauty of arriving – not at a destination, but within myself. This is the story of rebuilding from within, of trusting the unseen, and of discovering just how brave I really am.
Blogs, Freedom
We Back, Baby: A New Earth Declaration
We remembered.
We’re building.
We’re free.
And we’re not asking anymore.
Blogs, Freedom
Ain’t No More Uncle Sam: My Sovereign Stand
I’m no longer asking permission to exist.
I am sovereign.
I am free.
And this is my stand.
For anyone breaking free and remembering who they truly are —
this is for you too.
Remembering
Now That I Remember
I used to shrink to be accepted. Now, I speak boldly. I shine fully. I remember who I am — and I’m not going back.
Remembering
Standing in My Power Forever
I no longer ask for permission to be powerful. I choose myself. I stand in my truth. And I’m not giving it away again.
Remembering
Why I Don’t People Please Anymore
I used to shape-shift to be accepted. Now, I speak even when my voice shakes. My truth is no longer up for negotiation.
Blogs, Finding Self
The Day I Remembered My Power
I’m not afraid anymore. Not of systems, not of shadows, not of my own light.
This is what it looks like when a woman remembers who the hell she is.