Hela Awakening: Dreams & Meditation

Today’s meditation didn’t feel like “just a meditation.”It felt like stepping back into a dimension I have known for a very long time. Because I’ve been meditating for years, it’s easy now for me to slip into this other dimension—the dimension of the soul. When I close my eyes and drop in, I don’t just relax. I move into a place where I feel directly connected to God, to my soul, to my intuition, as if a doorway opens and I suddenly have double access: one part of me here in

The meditation I did today was not “just a visualization.” It was a doorway into a new era of who I am becoming: Hela the teacher, Hela the Awakener, Hela the creator, Hela the speaker. After months of solitude, financial collapse, rebuilding from nothing, and choosing trust over hustle, this imaginal journey showed me that my inner world has reorganized around a deeper identity. I want to document it here, not as a fantasy, but as a map of my consciousness in this moment of

Hela Awakening Soul is the space where I document what resurrection looks like in real life—after narcissistic abuse, after financial and emotional collapse, after losing myself and choosing to be reborn. This story is one moment in that journey: a simple letter, a charged dream, and the quiet realization that I am no longer the one who carries other people’s debts. Yesterday, I was standing in my office, doing something very ordinary: checking the mail. Mixed in with the usu

This morning, as I put my dogs in the car to grab coffee and drive into the hills, I noticed thick fog resting in the middle of the buildings. It didn’t feel like ordinary weather. It felt symbolic. I didn’t just see a city covered in mist. I saw people. I saw our community. I saw our country. I saw society. It looked like collective brain fog—eyes unable to truly see, minds dy-sregulated, covered by layers of noise, fear, conditioning, and distraction. So much presses in on

One of my daughters taught me something profound —and it arrived in a dream before it arrived in real life. A few nights ago, I saw her in a way I had never seen her before: Not performing. Not pushing. Not rushing. Not trying to be who the world wants her to be. But soft. Creative. Feminine. Expressive. Completely connected to herself. She was barefoot…breathing…drawing…singing…playing her guitar near the water…free in her soul, free in her emotions, free in her truth. It wa