Cluck Codes & Cosmic Downloads
There are days I feel less like a spiritual guide and more like a psychic chicken lady. And honestly? I’m good with that. Between tossing blueberries to my flock and translating cosmic light codes, I’ve realized chickens might be some of the most tuned in beings on this planet.
They stare into the void like they’re accessing the Akashic Eggcords.
Maybe that’s the point. Grounding into Earth wisdom can look like bare feet in the dirt, a coop full of cluckers, and laughing mid-transmission because a hen just pecked your crystal.
This is the work. The magic in the mundane.
The reminder that divine connection isn’t always glamorous... sometimes it smells like straw and sounds like a sassy squawk.
What if your next level of awakening is waiting in a chicken coop... wearing feathers?