• Staci French

It's mid-October 2020. The craziest year Collectively of my 52 years of life. I moved three times in nine months over the last year. My parents suddenly and unexpectedly moved in the middle of the pandemic to the Pacific NW which I never thought would happen. We are all close again, just a sea apart. The kids and I are living in a house I dreamed of over 20 years ago. I didn't realize this was the house until after spring had arrived and all the plants suddenly became alive, creating a rain forest like jungle but with a lilac smell! At the time all those years ago, I had no idea where the house was or why it kept coming to me while I was sleeping. The colors were so vivid, the vegetation so alive, the birds, and forest creatures so ecstatically happy. It was a place of magic, rainbows, and fairy dust. One could hear the mystical energies being whispered about on the wings of the hummingbirds. I could feel it as the eagles soared overhead with their mythical, God-like energies. I remember it all so vividly. The organic food growing up, down and all around, basking in the rays of the sun and bathing in the dew from the sea mist. Yet, I didn't intentionally think of this or dream it. All of this came to me, 25+ years ago. Some might say a premonition...I say a Remembering of what my soul needed, to continue, to fulfill it's many life purposes half-way through my time here on earth.

As I reflect on a multitude of what many call coincidences, whether in my waking and/or sleeping hours, I laugh because there are no coincidences in my life. In fact, I can just throw that word out with the baby and the bathwater.... Is that the saying or something close to that?!?! My kids would ask, "Mom, what in the world does that mean...throw the baby out with the bathwater?" I don't remember kids, ask your soul. (ha)

Here's what I know is true for me this year...

I can do more than I ever thought even while navigating my body being out of balance and having some serious hemoglobin issues. Rest when my body says, "No more" has become the one thing I truly listen too. That being said, my body does amazing things for me when it knows there is a deadline, no matter what size, shape or attitude I have towards it. Yet, I have learned (or I should say I am still practicing) loving and appreciating it no matter what while intentionally taking time to rest, which is what it truly is asking of me. I honor that now..."Finally" my meatsuit says!

I have learned that friendships come in and out, like the tides of the ocean. When fear strikes the Collective, one can truly learn an incredible amount about oneself. As many panic and anxiety kicks in high gear, understanding what is ours and what is not becomes an observation in Self that I've never experienced before this year. It has been beautiful and frustrating, simultaneously. So many yins and yangs happening on the daily! Yet, I have finally settled into the deepest of detachment which is magical and something I wasn't raised to understand yet what I feel is the truest form of love.

Normally, a New Year for me starts around mid to late March. I am not sure I have felt the New Year begin in January in my entire life. Confession time though, this year, 2020, I was so excited for the New Year as soon as January blew in. There was a magnetic energy in the breeze. It just felt like..."Yes, this is going to be our decade! Something truly exciting is about to take place on this planet, not just for me but for the entire Collective Oneness." I even told my friend Ginger who knows how I feel about January being the New Year....something about this decade feels tremendously exciting. It wasn't the year, it is was (is) the decade. Ten and a half months into this new decade, I either feel completely exhausted on levels I only somewhat remember during my children's baby years or complete and utter exhilaration. We are birthing something new people. You think I might be crazy....get quiet, turn the screen off, get barefoot on Mother, and feel the vibrations. You can feel the tribal drums, you can hear the chanting, the cracks, and crevices that Mother extends to us in her wisdom. They don't want you to know or believe or even listen. They want you terrified but what they don't truly understand is your soul already knows. Your soul remembers why we are all here at this time. We agreed to create something new. We are not going back. So, buckle up Buttercups, we are about to be catapulted into some real fun. How many believe they can manifest anything? It's past time to ride the wave of being full out in your genius mode. Time to manifest like a Mofo (as I tell my kids).

The the young ones. They know, they remember. Watch them play, take them outside and observe. Ask them questions, be full of wonder. I bet they know they can manifest anything! They will lead you back to your own remembrance and the continued high vibrations we are here to hold.

It is time, to awaken from the slumber, to honor your deepest divine connection, to acknowledge your truth, and most importantly, to let the children and the creatures be the wayshowers. Remember Tahlequah? The killer whale who carried her dead baby for 1000 miles in 17 days during the summer of 2018? Did you listen to her message from Spirit? She is a wayshower, too. She birthed a new baby boy not long ago. She is still showing us the way, through her pain and her elation, what we can create, how we can work with Mother to help heal the Collective.

Very soon, many will look back on this year and be grateful it is over. As stressed as I have felt often, I am in deep gratitude for the shifts taking place, for my awareness that even though I may be "homeschooling" my children, something I never planned, they are my teachers, they are helping me remember....still and they are these amazing, often rough, sometimes polished gems, reminding me I get to chose my attitude every single moment. Even when I want to burn all the masks and have a lightning bolt strike down the collective fear, they remind me to honor that we are all where we are in this giant Ark we call life, floating along. That, truly, it is all a giant movie anyway, so why not throw in fun, laughter and dancing along the way....and even as I learned from a nine and eight year old yesterday while studying fungi in the woods, sometimes it is just about making fart noises...because making (and drawing) farts noises as loud as you can in a competitive type of way can be pretty darn hysterical. Nothing raises the planets frequency like laughter!!

Love to each of you who have read this go outside and make some fart noises!! Oh, and cheers to you for making it through the most turbulent ride down the golden class five river of our lives...only 2.5 months to go... Hang on!!

The shaggy mane pictured above is edible and delicious BUT it has a twin imposter called the "vomiter" that everyone should be aware of. Again, the yin and the yang is all around us!

**Picture credit to myself, Staci French.

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  • Staci French

Updated: Oct 17, 2020

I live in the moment the majority of the time in my life now. What this means is I now know how to decipher my brain messages from the God (Consciousness) messages AND I move through life listening, as well as acting upon the God messages.

Although, I am in this space most of the time, I am still remembering this as I have lived the majority of this life from my analytical and fear energy, a.k.a., the brain messages. I am astonished almost daily at how life in the FLOW works as I navigate this remembered way of being in the world.

As a culture, we have to do, be, strive, perfect, wait, hurry, go….it is constant motion or FLOW but is it a FLOW of Consciousness? As a culture, we have become a flow of crazy; running, doing, being better being more, buying, consuming, trying to keep up with…hell, we don’t even know what or who we are racing towards or against anymore.

A recent client who was a medical doctor, around 30 years of age said to me, “I just want to go to yoga without feeling as though I have to be decked out in Lululemon, hair, makeup done and kids in soccer.” She didn’t even have kids, she was really looking for her life purpose and had spent her entire life “being” what she thought she was suppose to be. After losing both parents, she was now struggling with whether she was living her true life purpose, realizing life can be very short.

What she had done was forgotten who she was before she chose to become a doctor, when she wasn’t being what she thought she wanted to be, when she wasn’t trying to keep up with society’s vision of her chosen life path. As a doctor, she was told by her employer she was spending way to much time with patients, not seeing enough in one day and this energy which went against her core soul purpose was physically wrecking havoc in her life.

She had stopped listening to her God messages. Instead, she had been sucked into the black hole our earthly bodies have created with our cultural beliefs. Exhausted, severely depressed, crying all the time, she could barely drag herself out of her house to do the things she truly had once taken great pleasure in, including helping her patients through her knowledge of medicine and healing.

I spent almost my entire life in this aforementioned mindset and I taught my oldest daughter to live in this place, too. As I have grown and opened to my life purpose, I have realized there is a different way to chose to be. This is what I call “living by the God messages.” (As a side note, I must say, I do use God, Spirit, Creator, Universe, all interchangeably.)

One way I shifted the energy from living in control, analysis and fear to the FLOW of God is that I spent the last eight years paying attention to the feeling of my thoughts. This started with baby steps, though, because it was a new way of remembering. At first, it only happened when I remembered to feel my thoughts. Then, I noticed myself feeling my way through life more and more each day…not just with my heart, but with my body and soul. I asked myself…How did I feel when I was making a decision? How did my body react physically? Did I want to jump, dance or sing? Did I want to run away as fast as possible or did I feel as though I was about to puke? Was I excited or sweaty? Did I get chills all over? Was my heart racing, thumbing, aching, or whistling with joy? If I felt any kind of yuck, I stopped. I literally visualized a stop sign to stop the brain thought and allowed myself to feel instead.

Over time, my body started taking over and my brain, my thoughts had less power. Feeling my way through life became more of my daily existence than panic, anxiety, fear, control, the “how can I make this happen” or “how will I do this all alone?” I started praying A LOT!! I prayed to God, Buddha, Creator, Spirit, my grandmothers, your grandmothers, my Spirit Guides, my pets who had passed, friends who are on the other side, I would literally say, “To anyone willing to listen!” I prayed for a deeper sense of Consciousness, for a deeper connection to God (myself). I prayed to walk through the world every minute of every day as I am God (Consciousness), whether I was doing the dishes, reading to my kids, volunteering at school, working with a client, hiking in the woods, taking a shower (one of the best times for prayer and visualization…let the water cleanse your soul), scooping cat litter, standing in a line, whatever I was doing, I prayed to BE Consciousness. I prayed for messages to let me know I was on the right path. I prayed for strength and courage to live my purpose, to be used to heal. I prayed to bring those who need me and those I need into my path e-v-e-r-y single day.

AND then….I listened! I got quiet in my soul and I listened. I did not judge, I did not condemn or analyze, I listened. I listened to the animals, I listened to the numbers, I listened when someone said, “Have you read this book or studied this author?” If I got a pulling or tug, I knew they were asking because it is something I need to look into further, so I did. When I met new people, even in line at a store, I would ask, “What lesson or message does this person have for me?” Sometimes, I got an immediate answer. Most of the time, I had more of a feeling that I will know at the exact moment I need to but that time is not right now. So, I would put that in the back of my mind and let go. I knew these were all God messages.

Also, part of this living from the God messages involves me no longer berating myself. If I take a nap, chose to not clean my bathroom, have an Unconscious Day or make my kids go to bed early because I just can not take anymore. I allow myself grace in knowing all is as it should be. For instance, this does not mean I only do things I want and do not do things like laundry that are not so fun. It just means I have remembered that I am all knowing, that Consciousness lives within me always, that we are here again on this planet to love; ourselves and all other beings.

One last big lesson in all of this is that it is simply okay to surrender. Yes, I said the “S” word…Surrender. To say, “God I surrender, I do not want to be Consciousness, I am exhausted, overwhelmed, I can no longer do this. I surrender, please take over.” I have these moments too….

Much love,


#Flow #Consciousness #surrender #messages

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  • Staci French

Updated: Oct 17, 2020

A great man went to heaven today. If you did not know him, you might think he was an ordinary human being. He battled his share of demons, just like we all do but he was a good dad, friend and became an incredible grandfather to many children. He brought a sense of humor to my childhood that showed me even in what feels like the darkest hours, laughter can be unbelievably incredible medicine.

In the last few days, I knew his death was coming. I find it fascinating he chose an extremely powerful day, the first of May as the day to finally let go. My heart goes out to all of those he is leaving behind. I have cried and cried all morning, for the loss and the joy as I see so many that went before him showing up to greet him. So many of them were taken suddenly way before any of us could have imagined. As a psychic medium, I see they are all waiting for him, happy, smiling, open arms of love, and the party…. Well, let’s just put it this way, those that have gone before him knew how to throw a party and things haven’t changed just because they are in the heavens!

As I have sat here all morning crying, I wonder if the tears are simply a release of emotions or something universally bigger than I. I am not his daughter, but my best friend I have known since birth is. Yet, just like when her mother suddenly passed, I cannot stop crying, I cannot stop feeling the pain of loss, the joy of the memories, the love of a man who fought his demons with everything he had. I feel as though I am crying for the first 25 years of my life when I felt I was not allowed to cry, to feel, to have many emotions. It was more like I was supposed to move through the world, smiling, happy, robotic, and numb to the pain in my heart, in my life. Am I crying now for the 25 years of not being allowed to feel? Is being so empathic simply part of my life purpose and I am finally remembering the depths of emotions?

I have to honor the voices that are still a part of me saying, “It is not okay to cry, to feel, to open your heart, this is not a safe way to live.” I respect that part of me, the little girl wounded by circumstances, yet I allow myself to open to love, pain, light, and darkness. I am the adult now who can hold the little girl, tell her I am sorry she is sad, and love her through the honest, raw emotion of losing another soul to the next dimension.

Sometimes, now, I feel like I cry for the generations of the divine feminine and sacred masculine who have been taught that being disconnected from their soul, their feelings, the love they deserve to honor is the best way to move through the world. It is a sense of honoring hundreds of thousands of people and it feels so extremely heavy yet so humbling all at the same time. I wonder how many others feel this sense of purpose in their lives, in their bones…this sense of heaviness?

Both the death of my dear friend and the recent death of Prince have reminded me once again that it is okay for each of us to be who we are in the world. Sensitive, tough, vulnerable, closed, tears, no tears, we are who we are and no matter what we all deserve love. Living with open hearts is one of the most vulnerable things we can do. I am still a work in progress, toiling to keep my heart open, my tears flowing whether happy tears or sad, knowing I am love…no matter what I look like, how I feel or who accepts me. Waking up again every morning, healthy and alive is another day for me to spread love, joy and gratitude to others and myself.

I leave you with one of my favorite Prince quotes….

Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today

to get through this thing called Life.

XOXO, Staci

(picture by Staci French 2016)

#death #life #vulnerability #divinefeminine #sacredmasculine #Prince

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