Ancestral money honey

regenerative support for your liver ☉

Apr 04, 2023

Hello friends. Coming to you live from the floor of my empty new bedroom, eating ceviche with chips before 8am.

Maybe it’s Spring, or maybe it’s my calling of the 29th year on Earth asking me to take a real close look at my finances. Finances! What does that word do to your bones? How does it move your ligaments? How does it find flow through your lymph?

Life has been doing this incredibly magic yet also comical thing where everything, quite literally everything, has been a reflection of my body. It is my body that speaks to me through my laughs, my responses to traffic, and my email to a new CPA for the birth of subliminal shift. My health has become a clear channel of data, a frequency of information through other aspects of the movie titled Sierra McDaniel.

Money. An organic current of all the elements. A neutral yet highly charged, erotically activated physical concept stored within the organ of regeneration. Oddly enough, the liver is one of the first archaic organs to develop in evolution, and in the vessel that was once a fetus, the becoming of you.

There is tender nectar, an oceanic breeze to the feeling of once being a single cell. To grow in the spiral of a saline solution. I’m currently in the tides of being in the grand *in-between* where I am sharing germanic healing knowledge and also preparing my own birth of something else. I am still a fetus growing an energetic fetus.

The physical body is your library. It is truly the bookshelf of your existence here and the existence of the ones who came before you. The akashic ocean, if you will.

The birth I have been preparing for could not be read through books, learned from YouTube, or saved in an Instagram carousel. Birth is an experience. It is a canvas that can only be painted with your eyes. It is the paintbrush of your sexual organs that create forms, that conceives ideas, and delivers them to the string of everlasting galaxies.

In this new work I’ve been trained in, I access and can guide others to accessing ancestral memories. In two different sessions of this work, I saw myself in the womb. I heard the slushing of fluids. It was dark but so warm, it was the beating of my mother’s heart. I saw my little hands. I witnessed myself in development. I’m continuing to do the exact same thing now.

Embryology can not be contained to the unborn, in fact, embryology is the journey of the entire human experience. You and I are always in a womb. We are in a cyclical motion of dying and being reborn once again.

All of us are stored in our cells. Every thought, every cry, every act of suffering no matter how small or large. The more I tap into my subconscious through my physical sensations and emotions (the native language of the soma), the more I tap into memories of the womb, conception, and beyond.

Recently, my “money codes” have been more transformative than listening to affirmations on a podcast. It has been accessing core wounds through a grandfather that I never even met. One who was a workaholic and passed on this tendency to my dad. I’ve been collecting information through me, it is me where this is all reserved.

I am the reservoir of my own healing. You are too.

Long story short, my grandfather died rapidly from a disease of his own separation conflict and I was there in the hospital with him as he was dying- through my dad. I felt an immense longing, a caverned pain that has never been expressed through his body, one that needed to be released through mine.

Often, our paths and contracts with other soul beings allow us to birth children into this world to contribute to not only our healing but the healing of the entire lineage. Sometimes, our littles come into the world to just be that warrior. To support you in what you consciously could not remedy on your own.

The children of the planet are my gurus. They are the memory of the past and the tales of the future.

It is through this work that I have been seeing my conditioning around money. I was carried on with the belief that you “need to work to live.” My dad was a child when his dad passed, and could only comprehend that seeing his dad work was what kept him alive.

A safety mechanism. A cocoon of self-inflicted programming that became a generational connection. The only true form of intimacy that I received from him was through this pathway of money.

The passage of life through his perceived lens.

The liver is complex by nature, but its main bio-logical functions are transforming food and synthesizing (a metabolic function), storing glycogen (the reserves of sugar), and detoxifying the blood.

The ancestral, evolutional conflict with the liver is the fear of dying of starvation.

Imagine with me. Place a hand on your liver (located below the diaphragm on the right side) and feel the cells residing there. Every single cell is like a mini pantry in the kitchen of this organ. If you don’t have food stocked up here, the liver will want to pack those pantries to their maximum. All out of the preparation for surviving.

If you carry the emotion of lack in your present life or have an ingrained cellular program of lack, the liver can develop extra cells in order to process more food. Therefore, you can receive more nutrients out of the little bit of food (resources, money, things, etc.) to fill up those pantries.

Expand this conflict to the hologram of you.

What is essential to you? Your liver will mirror that.

We access food through money, getting a job/staying safe in a job, and remaining safe and put-together with family.

What does not nourish you will reflect in the organ of metabolizing nourishment. This can be through relationships, jobs, creativity, food, bank accounts, environments, and so on.

My healing has become the healing of everyone around me. Ancestral healing is not confined to your blood, it is magnified to all beings.

We all share records within our DNA that carry these conflicts. You and I are so different, yet we genetically resemble each other to similar degrees.

Money is a genetic codon that does not differ from this concept.

All of this was sparked by seeing the amount owed for taxes this year. This alone created a vortex inside my being that gave me insight into something far more illuminating that the IRS.

I was intoxicated with the poison of running out of money. My liver is the detoxifier of this pre-conceived (literally) impression.

The mundane is the shift.

The boring things like taxes, parking tickets, and emails are the gateway to transmuting our inner circuitry.

Your ancestors speak to you through someone cutting you off on the freeway.

Your 5-year-old self speaks to you when you don’t get enough likes on a post.

Your life is always inviting you to regenerate. Your liver is always whispering to you through the fibers of being human. It is the principal of Earth School.

I skipped a few grades on this planetary institution but now I’m being held back. My teacher, my liver, is asking me to turn in some new assignments.

It’s a new kind of homework. It’s work that anchors me into who I am truly supposed to be. The version that frees up more of me so I can just get a taste of that. That is the work of being home in yourself.

May your life always be an offering.

A subtle invite to go deeper even through the loudest events that take place in your human experience.

From my liver to yours, I hope you unearth your true meaning of nourishment.

I hope you find endless resources that fill you up, that metabolize your soul.

I hope you find hunger through your eagerness to become more of who you are.

That is your true food.

Sierra

subliminal shift ∘

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