Energy Balance Harmony

19/06/2026

🖊️ Kenny

18/06/2026

🖊️ Pueblo

18/06/2026

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Performative spirituality is something I am done tiptoeing around, and what happened to me on the weekend pushed me to finally say it out loud 💕

I turned up to a spiritual event, hands full, couldn't find my ticket on my phone, needed my glasses, and was met with absolutely zero warmth, zero grace, and zero humanity. People staring, no offer to help, no reading of the room, just a rigid insistence on scanning a ticket while I stood there feeling the ground wanting to swallow me up. I ended up walking away, and I may have muttered "performative bu****it" over my shoulder as I walked off, and that is what flustered ADHD looks like in the moment and I am not going to pretend otherwise!

I cried in the car afterwards, not because of the ticket, but because I had gone looking for community and connection and walked away feeling smaller than when I arrived😭

When I have run events I have always said to my team, if someone can't find their ticket, if they're flustered, if they've got their hands full, just let them in. Read the room. Nobody is trying to swindle their way into a spiritual gathering for thirty bucks! Lead with trust💕

This experience cracked something open in me that goes much deeper than one awkward doorway moment though...

The constant filming of people in their most vulnerable moments, breathwork, grief circles, healing sessions, all of it captured and shared while people are wide open and raw. The hierarchy that hides behind crystals and high ticket prices. The events that look extraordinary on a feed and feel hollow in a room. The subtle but unmistakable energy of people looking down their noses while talking about love and light.

Healing has become a brand and somewhere in that process the actual humans got lost, I don't want any part of that and I never have. What I want, what I have always wanted, is the nitty gritty, the real, the raw, the honest, the messy and the magnificent all at once, because that is where actual transformation lives💕

We don't need more performance. We need more presence, and I am more committed to that than I have ever been ✨💕

17/06/2026

🖊️.inc

16/06/2026

🖊️

15/06/2026

🖊️ and inner alchemy

14/06/2026

🖊️ Empowered Therapist

13/06/2026

There are so many ways a person can be betrayed.

By a partner.
A parent.
A sibling.
A dear friend.
A mentor who held power over something that mattered. A community that looked away.
A version of someone we cared about so much that the losing of them felt, at first, impossible to even name.

I wrote this for the grief that comes after trust itself, becomes the wound. But, I also know it can’t hold every single story.

Maybe your experience of this doesn’t appear anywhere in these slides, or the relationship was complicated in ways that make it hard to say what you lost.
Perhaps, the betrayal is still too close, or still being denied by people around you, or still ongoing in ways that makes healing feel like something that happens to other people.

Or maybe on the surface, none of it felt like it was you specifically, but there was a familiar feeling inside of it.

That feeling of it, that specific scent of devastation that comes when something/someone you trusted, becomes the source of your harm, that is valid whether or not your story fits the version anyone else is telling.

Betrayal grief (like all grief) is not linear, and it is not so quiet. It lives in the body before it lives in words. In the jaw that won’t unclench. In the sleep that won’t come. In the way you flinch inside relationships that have given you no reason to. In the way, that real trust is hard to come by. In the months that pass and the way it can still find you, unexpectedly, in the middle of an ordinary day, just back to that feeling and experience..

Experiencing betrayal can feel all consuming, which makes sense, because betrayal reaches into the places where we stored our sense of safety, our sense of self, our belief in what we thought we understood.
Rebuilding those things is slow, and quiet, and invisible to almost everyone around you.

Though I am here only to give more attention to this kind of grief, I want you to know that
whatever shape this has taken in your life, however long you have been carrying it, however complicated or unresolved or ongoing it still feels, that you are witnessed in it right now.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

And if it resonates, I’d love to hear.
🤍
🖊️@ Gina Moffa

12/06/2026

You probably heard something like that growing up, too.

"I'd do anything for this family."

Maybe they did, in the ways they knew how. But being willing to be vulnerable, and emotionally present? For most of us, nobody modeled that.

Instead, we too inherited and adapted to the patterns of the people who raised us. How they handled conflict, how they showed love, how they shut down or lashed out.

After decades of working with families, here’s what I know:

You can't change what you were given. But you can change what you pass on.

Breaking the cycle – that’s the greatest thing you could ever do for your family.

🖊️ Real