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More of an audio blog than a podcast, I write about sex and sexual abuse, relationships, and sometimes channeled messaging, dreams, and other psychic things as it comes up. An extension of TikTok and other social media outreach, this is a way I transmute energy into something positive that I hope will help others on a similar path. natlajune.substack.com

  1. How to Help Victims of Abuse

    12/07/2025

    How to Help Victims of Abuse

    Shortly after my ex-husband moved out, texted me from ALDI. I had locked his keys in his truck and needed me to help. By the time I got there he had called a friend who was coming to help. But for 10 minutes he sat in my car in the rain reminding me why I had asked him to leave. Once his friend got there, I went into the store to do my own shopping, since I was there. I figured I should get some… what was it called? Oh god, it’s so easy, why can’t I remember? It’s the red stuff the kids put on their food because I’m a terrible cook and everything tastes bland. They tease me about it. Come on, I know what it is. It’s a staple. I’ll look in the sauces, I know it’s a sauce of some kind. I wandered around the store in a fog, unable to remember anything from my list. My list was still on the fridge because I forgot about it when I saw my husband’s text. The red stuff? Who knows. Wait. I know what the bottle looks like! It has to be here. I finally found it next to the mustard. Ketchup. This is the energy I found myself in again last night. I wandered the grocery store looking for stuff to make enchiladas. I had a sudden craving for them earlier when coming home from a day out with the kids. They’re 18 now, so I dropped them off and told them I was going to the store. Aldi is about a mile from my house, so not a lot can happen between my house and the store. But half a mile from the store, there was a woman sitting in the grass in a small field next to the storage place. Dozens of cars drove by her. I turned around and doubled back to see if she needed help. A gold jeep had stopped and someone was talking to her. I was at the stop sign waiting for my turn to turn when they pulled away. She had turned them away. Her hair was a mess, and from the opposite corner of the street I could see her face was swollen. She had no coat and I knew she was in serious trouble. My car told me it was 45 degrees out. She would be very cold soon if she wasn’t already freezing. It looked like she hadn’t been there long, but it wouldn’t take long in this weather. I turned and pulled up into the grass and parked. Walking cautiously to her, I sat down in the grass with her and offered, “I don’t want to bother you, but do you need anything? It’s cold out here.” I treated her like she knew what she was doing and in total control of the situation. I noticed her right ear, speckled with blood wanting to surface (I looked this up later, it’s called Petechiae). Someone had hit her, hard. I acted as if she was waiting for a friend to pick her up. Her car had broken down somewhere and this was a meeting spot. She told me she was fine, in that voice that says of course she’s not okay but she wants me to go away. “OK, good, I just wanted to make sure.” She noticed a police car at the stop sign and panicked. She grabbed my hands and begged me not to say anything to him. She made me swear not to tip him off. I nodded with the best smile I could find, “Of course, we’re just friends having a chat in the grass, not weird at all.” A slight wink to put her at ease and I turned to the officer. He got out of the car and came over to ask if she was okay. I stayed quiet other than to tell him, “My butt’s cold, but that’s all.” I kicked myself for that one later. He was compassionate, and understanding. If she didn’t want the help, he wasn’t going to force it. He mentioned a passerby had called them. He said he was only doing his job, but should she change her mind and decide she wanted help, he would come right back. When he left, I got up and went back to my car. I grabbed a blanket from the backseat I had put there for winter, for the kids, and for emergencies. Then swiping the box of tissues from the front, I went back to her. I wrapped the blanket around her and set the tissues in front of her. I sat down again, “Here, take this, it’s so cold out here and you can use this while you wait for whoever left you here.” I acknowledged the reality of her situation hoping it would bring her out of her shell to tell me more. It was getting colder, and I was beginning to see her situation unfolding. I took a deep breath and made myself comfortable. Whatever cold I felt was nothing next to what she was up against if she didn’t get out of here before dark. I asked her name. She told me, saying, “I’m an attorney. I know what to do.” “Of course you do, wow, I never got so far in life, a lawyer… that’s impressive! You must be so smart and disciplined.” She looked up and into my eyes, stunned. It was like no one had said anything kind to her in decades. She burst into tears. I touched her knee softly, asking if it was okay that I do it. She cried harder and asked for a hug. “Oh gosh of course, that I can do.” I held her tight until she was ready to let go. She smelled like she had just come from the salon. I noticed her nails recently done, in different colors, but missing a couple on each hand. She had fought back. Her toes too, each painted a different color and scuffed badly. She had no shoes. I asked her about this. “He has my car. He has my phone, and my shoes. They’re Uggs, you know, they’re like boots.” I asked her what kind of car, cautious of the fact that whoever had done this to her could be back. I kept a peripheral eye on the road, visible for about 15-20 seconds in each direction. I mentally assured myself I could get back to my car before he was a threat to me, if I had to. For now I was focused on her. She asked me to call her phone. He would have it. He would come back for her if I called. I tried. He didn’t pick it up. She asked me to send a text. I asked her every step of the way to tell me what she wanted me to say. I knew it was important for her to make as many decisions as possible. I couldn’t do this for her. I offered her the phone to try again herself. Someone answered, but insisted she had the wrong number. She began to get angry (she needed to be angry), “This is my phone! I’ve had this number for 15 years, it’s my number, I should know it!” She recited her phone number while reading it on the screen, gasping at the one wrong digit. She quickly ended the call, embarrassed. I did my best to comfort her as she tapped in the correct number. But again, no answer, no response to text. Defeated, she wiped her eyes and I decided I needed to take a break myself and regroup. I’m taking a break writing this because comments are pouring in on TikTok and instagram right now. So many other women are telling similar stories. I need to rest my heart and come back to this. For those who’ve had this kind of nervous system upset, there are emotional flashbacks here. It’s PTSD. Sitting there with her, talking about it afterward, it all brings back what happened to me and I need a break. And because I have done so much work to heal, I knew I needed to take a break from her too. I wasn’t going to be able to help her any more if I didn’t take care of myself. So I told her I was going to go do my grocery shopping and come back to check on her. “If he comes back before I do, keep the blanket. You have my number now, you can give it back to me tomorrow.” Still treating this like a friend who’s cold and nothing more, I got up and went to the store. The same thing happened again that happened five years ago with the ketchup. I couldn’t think of what to get. Despite having a shopping list in my phone now, I hadn’t noted anything on it. This trip had been an impulsive one. I wandered around for a few minutes, but recognizing my dissociative state, I decided to head back to the car. I rested in the car for a few minutes, assessing my own mental state, deciding I could handle this. I drove back toward the storage place. When I pulled up, I saw nothing but the box of tissues sitting in the grass. I thought he must have come back for her, but pulled around the corner and parked to make sure. As I made a move to get the box of tissues, I saw the colorful Mexican blanket of mine off to the side behind a small haystack. She was lying down against the mound, wrapped up like she was going to sleep there. My heart broke and I rushed to her side. “Oh, honey, you can’t sleep here, it’s too cold, and it’s getting dark.” She shivered and began crying again, “I just want to go home, I want my bed, I want to go home.” I fought back tears and sat down with her again, as close as possible without infringing on her autonomy. “I’m so tired of being beat. I just want to be at home. I want to go home.” I can’t be sure she said this out loud. In the moment, it felt like a little girl telling me all of this, nothing like the woman I had left a few minutes before. This voice was filled with fear and defeat. I was losing her. I decided to offer her my phone again. She sat up and tried to call and text again, but again with no response. It was at this point she began to shiver harder and in her body for the first time since we met, she was feeling cold. I tried again, “Why don’t you come sit in my car for a minute. We don’t have to go anywhere, I’ll wait with you and you can get warm while you wait.” She finally agreed to this help and came alive in the car. She gushed at how warm it was. I had cranked up the heat and turned on the heated seats I thought had been such a luxury when I picked out the car. In the warmth she began to get clearer in her mind. She told me a little more about what she was up against. I understood why she didn’t want the officer to get involved. I asked her if she would like me to take her home. “I don’t live here, I live in [that other town],” about 20 miles away. How had she ended up in this little field 20 miles from home, beaten and barefoot? She worked not far from where we were, so she knew the area well enough. She agreed to let me take her to someone she knew in her town. Darkness f

    7 min

  2. 11/10/2025

    Memories & Manipulation

    “Emotional manipulators often say they have a ‘bad memory’ to avoid taking responsibility.” On threads, I’m confronted again by my own “bad memory” and now I’m talking about it again. I don’t like to talk about it publicly. It’s a level of vulnerability that I’m still not healed from and might never be. I’ll always be vulnerable to people who need me to accept their truth instead of mine. I’m working on holding my mind with grace in moments when I can’t remember or when my memory contradicts someone else’s. But there’s something healing in sharing these things. I don’t know the science behind it, but I can point to a feeling in my body when it’s happening. When I share something that gives someone clarity they didn’t have before, I can feel my shoulders relax. A warmth runs through my chest and arms that feels like laying down in a hot bath. I feel seen and embraced by an unseen part of myself. Internal validation swells to push me forward to keep on speaking or writing. There are three parts to my experiences with my memory: * Memory Loss * Memory Replacement * Premonitions (stay with me for that one) Memory Loss Last year I met up with an old friend on Marco Polo. It’s an app for leaving video messages back and forth, “Marco Polo” style. I was excited to see him. I had only good memories of him. He was a TikTok mutual who was part of a group of friends who all came to know each other through our content. We exchanged a few pleasantries in a handful of videos, when he brought up a story of us that I didn’t remember. He talked about a particularly spicy moment between us, but didn’t go into detail. He seemed nervous, but also protecting us both in the event these videos ever made it public. I appreciated his discretion. What little he did say didn’t spark a memory for me. He gave more detail to the event, but I still couldn’t remember. I apologized for my bad memory, but I told him I believed him and I likely lost it with other memories over the years. He didn’t reach out again, and when he didn’t respond to my video, I knew I had hurt him. I felt terrible. This memory meant something to him and from his perspective it meant nothing to me. If it had been important to me I would have remembered. I couldn’t join him in a shared moment of nostalgia. I felt like an outsider in my own life. I imagine he felt rejected. On top of memory issues, I’m also healing a wound that causes me to feel shame when I reject someone I care about. This is a case of memory loss because the memory isn’t there. This shows up in all kinds of situations. My kids will often refer to something from the past and hard as I try, I can’t pull it up. If memories are filed away in file folders, the file is missing. Sometimes I can see the file folder, but it’s empty. I can recognize that something was there, I just can’t see it. There are no pictures or video, no sounds or smells, nothing to remember. I honor their experience by affirming that I believe their story, but I don’t have the picture of it. I can’t remember it, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. There’s one difference now though. I no longer assume your reality is the ONLY one. I stopped telling myself I’m wrong about a situation. Instead, I assure myself I’m only missing information. In most cases I can trust this person not to lie to me. In rare cases when I believe someone could be manipulating me, I can release their truth as theirs. I can hold that what they believe is valid, even if it’s not my experience. From there I can move forward with love. If one of my kids tells me I said or did something hurtful in the past, I can apologize even if I don’t remember. I can confirm their experience and encourage my own self-reflection later to make sure I don’t say or do that again. If I suspect someone may be manipulating me, I would play investigator. Rather than accept their memory of events as I would have in the past, I would inquire to know more. I would invite them to tell me everything. If I care about this person, I want them to feel heard. In the course of their story telling I can pick up on the truth of the situation and call their attention to it. From there, we can either talk about why they tried to manipulate the situation, or I can walk away. If I can’t trust a person to be truthful with me and own it when they’re not, that’s not a relationship I feel safe in. Memory Replacement But what do I do if I have a completely different memory of the event? This happens only rarely, but when it does, it can be scary. One of my more memorable experiences was right after dropping out of college. I was working as a store manager and my boss was writing me up for leaving the safe open when I closed the night before. The thing is, I had a crystal clear memory of closing the safe. I had a ritual of patting my palm on the door of the safe after turning the dial. This is how I was able to sleep each night, seeing that image in my mind of closing the safe, turning the dial, and patting the door. But here was my boss, whom I had no reason to disbelieve, telling me I hadn’t done that. He was just as sure as I was, that he had arrived in the office that morning with it wide open. What to do now? I accepted his memory as more recent and more valid. I took the write-up and vowed never to let it happen again. But I took that memory with me. I could no longer trust my memory to tell me the truth. I could never be sure I had closed the safe. In this situation, I opened the file for that memory to find something different inside it. Something else was in place of the files I was told should be there. And now I couldn’t trust my files, my memories, to be real. I began to study memory and I read about how the brain can replace memories with others that feel better. I concluded that my mind must have replaced the open door with a closed one. My subconscious was aware of the consequences of my mistake and protected me from it. It didn’t start with that incident though. Somewhere in childhood, something traumatic had happened, maybe several things. My mind formed a habit of creating replacement memories to protect me from the real ones. Over the last few years I’ve been uncovering some of those real ones. It’s been painful, but healing. I’m hopeful that with more healing, my mind won’t need to protect me from anything anymore. Premonitions as Memories Now what about when a memory is different from the reality in front of me, but later becomes true? I open a file in the cabinet marked “Past” to find something that not hasn’t happened—yet. It appears to have been taken from the cabinet marked “Future”, when a few days to years later, the “memory” enters my reality. I’ve talked about this a few times on TikTok. It’s an odd phenomenon I picked up on shortly after I got married. It’s when I remember seeing something that doesn’t exist, or an event that hasn’t happened. A newscaster passed away? I remember seeing his funeral on the news a few months ago. I swear, there used to be a Best Buy on that corner. A month later, there’s a sign saying a Best Buy is under construction and coming soon. This one throws me still because I’m just getting used to it. It’s not to be confused with Déjà Vu, which is a feeling of having experienced something before. This is a very clear memory of it, including imagery, sound, smells, just as you would see with a legitimate memory. I don’t feel like it happened before—I know it did. All my life I assumed I just had a “bad memory” as I’ve been talking about, but this shows up differently. Unfortunately, it’s not until after the event happens that I’m able to recognize it as a premonition. I never know in the moment that it’s not a memory but a vision. I came across a comment that resonates with me. Sue Frantz describes how this happens for her partner in Memories of the Future (Association for Psychological Science). My partner and I have coined the term “anticipatory nostalgia” to refer to her tendency to project herself into the future to a time when she is experiencing nostalgia for the current moment. So not only is she imagining a future time, but she’s imagining what the current moment will mean in that future time. My visions usually have no time attached to them at all. Time is a conscious thing. My subconscious doesn’t understand time. It’s why trauma affects everything decades later. It’s still fresh and new. It still hurts just like the day it happened. My nervous system doesn’t care whether a thing happened yesterday or when I was little. So this is sort of a wrench in the cog of my mind that I’m learning to pay closer attention to. I’m watching for moments when I remember an event someone else doesn’t. If my friend swears there was never a Best Buy on that corner, I believe them. Then I get curious about the possibility there may be one to come. Back to Threads The “emotional manipulator” described in that thread is still important. It does happen that people use memory issues to trick people into a reality they prefer. And here’s the important part for me. The memories don’t actually matter. What matters is how we treat each other. People around me are allowed to remember things I don’t. I’m allowed to remember things they don’t. There will be contradictions and we’re allowed to have them. It’s natural to have them. What’s not natural is telling someone they’re wrong. What’s not okay is accusing someone of manipulating when they don’t remember something. It’s not the memory. It’s the accusation and the declaration that their memory isn’t real. “I believe you” is a powerful phrase. I prefer to lean into a reality in which we both mean well, we both have each other’s best interests at heart. I work from the assumptio

    11 min

  3. 10/26/2025

    Men Using Sex for Emotional Connection

    “How are you so warm?” His cheek resting on my chest, he marveled at my softness as I listened to him share a childhood memory about his Dad and a Brooks & Dunn song. I had my phone out and was playing songs in the candlelight and I had just put on the Kacey Musgraves version of Neon Moon. We were in and out of the sheets all night, me relishing being relished with consent for the first time in decades, and he clinging to something I couldn’t see. I could feel a wave of buried pain trying to surface there in the dark, but I tried not to probe and just let it come naturally. It never did. He always caught himself before it started to rise too high and he’d start kissing me again to push it back down. This was half of our relationship, these long Saturday nights that turned into long Sunday mornings, diving into each other, coming up for air to talk, and then getting lost in each other again and again and again until it was time to go back to our separate lives. The other half was long nightly phone calls about everything we could think to talk about until one of us fell asleep. It was his bedroom half that was most authentic though. It was in the dark, when he was physically vulnerable that he became emotionally vulnerable. He poured his heart into mine for hours every other weekend and pulled back in daylight as if it never happened. When we broke up, I asked him about it. I told him how differently I saw him in bed, how raw and real. “It’s a disconnect,” he said, “I don’t know if it’s healthy or not.” I felt for him. I had been practicing authenticity myself after a full life of autistic masking. I never wanted to go back to holding it all in and pretending to be something I’m not. I knew what he was feeling, and I also knew I couldn’t do anything to help him but be my most authentic self as a model. Reflecting on our time together in the following months, it occurred to me my ex-husband had likely experienced something similar, as did many of the angry men in my comments. They all talked about this “need” of theirs to have an “emotional connection” during sex. For five years I’ve had men telling me how important their emotional connection is and how “sex is the primary way” they get this need met. I’ve had fun with them over the years, teasing, “How in the world then, do you connect with your mother??” Unfortunately, this incestuous implication isn’t enough to stop them. They’ve been conditioned to believe this so strongly, they literally take it to their graves. A man will die alone, believing his wife never loved him because her libido dropped off and he was never able to get her back. It’s no help when psychologists agree with them because they’ve experienced the same patriarchal brainwashing that sets the desires of men on a pedestal above the needs of women to feel safe and connected outside the bedroom. Psychology only sees the surface. It sees a hurting man, identifies his self worth issues, and determines that his wife is failing to perform sexually. But the real problem is deeper than that. The real problem is men being taught to stifle themselves emotionally, making intercourse the only way they can safely release emotion. So although science does seem to say men primarily connect emotionally with sex, science has yet to say this is natural or normal. In fact, many men are not conditioned in this same way. Many men are fully capable of connecting with all kinds of people emotionally without ever touching them. They’ve been taught to hold their emotions. They’ve built emotional stamina and sex only enhances the experience. I’ve experienced this myself in a dream state. You can read more about this in my post entitled “Channeling Men” from March of this year. When I’m enjoying sex with someone, I’m enjoying the whole person. I’m feeling their feelings and holding their energy intertwined with mine. If a man is experiencing this with me, it’s going to be doubly overwhelming for him if he’s not well practiced in feeling his own. If he can’t hold himself, he’s not going to be able to hold me in that experience. It will elate him for a moment, but he won’t be able to sustain that feeling without repeating the experience because I’m the one who gave it to him. My ex was over the moon after sex. For 24-48 hours I had a joyful loving husband. His whole personality shifted, literally overnight. He became the man I married, the one I was promised on our wedding day. But he would slowly decline over the next few days. Like a kettle, the bubbles rolled and I knew I needed to get him in bed again before it whistled. He wasn’t getting that release of his emotions if he wasn’t f*****g me. I tried to connect with him emotionally over the years, but Christianity repeatedly taught me that men don’t “do” emotions like women do. Men are more logical, critically thinking creatures and need women to help them feel emotion through sex. I believed I was the one stifling his emotions every time I went to bed without sex. That’s a lot of f*****g pressure! With Navy Guy I had healed all of that, so I was able to lie there in the dark with him, feeling empathy, but without any sense of urgency to help him release anything with my body. I gave him the space to say anything he wanted to, and he opened up to me more than any other man had. But it wore on him after a while. I got the feeling he had never exposed himself to a woman like that before and he felt shame for letting himself get too close to me. He lamented afterward that he felt like he was clinging to me and he needed to stand on his own. I agreed. Men have been leaning on women for so long that women are in two camps now: those who fully believe it’s their responsibility to keep men afloat, and those who see men as an enemy who is barely tolerated. A big part of what I do here is to bring women to the center, and men too, when they’re receptive. This Substack is reader-supported. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. If this resonates with you, subscribe to my newsletter. It’s a podcast too! Social images for sharing This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit natlajune.substack.com/subscribe

    6 min

  4. 10/20/2025

    Every Protest Matters

    Leading up to the election last year, I listened to black women talk about sitting out of protests. They said it wasn’t safe. It was the first time I’d heard them talk about this. They reminded me of my privilege as a white woman. Working through my emotions around it, I felt shame for never having protested before. I also had grace for myself because no one had shown me how or why it was important. And, I felt sadness, empathy, because I had in my lifetime nothing to protest. Growing up, I had nothing to stand up for. I had none of the systemic struggles non-white people did. But I had immediate struggles within my home. In moments when I began to stand up to the world around me, adults shot me down. My needs were selfish, they said. They were minor inconveniences compared to “starving children in Africa”. The church too, confirmed my needs as selfish—sinful, in fact. The only one worthy of my fight was Jesus, or a fellow Christian if they found themselves in hot water. For instance, if one of my peers was being called racist, I had a duty to stand up for them. I needed to stop people from “overreacting” to something as well-meaning as “I don’t see color.” What was only punishment for our behavior Christians saw as persecution for our beliefs. Within marriage, the story continued. The church at large placed significant value on a man’s comfort within marriage. They deemed my needs selfish and sinful again. I was married now. My priorities had to change. I was not a woman, I was a wife. When I began to speak up on TikTok in 2020, I was a 43-year-old little girl who had been conditioned to let everyone else make decisions for me. They decided what I wore, what I believed, the news I listened to, and the way I raised my kids. But as I began to awaken, I expanded my news to NPR, and PBS when the kids had a show on. I pulled back at church on Sundays, sitting while others stood. I planned groceries in my head instead of listening to another sermon. Then I made excuses not to go, and I paid closer attention to rainbow flags and people who identified with them. I compared their love to mine and started to see patterns. The so-called liberals were intent on helping people exist safely in the world. They sacrificed themselves for their community, even when it wouldn’t benefit them. It was similar to the mission trip my church took to build a church in Mexico, but without the tourism and the proselytizing. The only hate I saw was anger and frustration with people like me trying to stop them. They hated the way Christianity wanted to control everything. Christians loved Jesus and hated suppression. Liberals loved people and hated oppression. But it would be a few more years before I could articulate that. In 2020, I was beginning to stand up for myself. I was learning about boundaries for the sake of my kids who were struggling. Their dad was growing angrier and his entitlement was harder to hide as I became more aware of it all. I couldn’t stand up for my kids back then because I couldn’t stand up for myself yet. My head was in such a fog, I couldn’t see them. I didn’t see how they were suffering because I was suffering too. I honed in on survival and had no peripheral vision. Abuse and oppression cause trauma—and micro traumas—which cause PTSD and C-PTSD. I believe it’s a large majority of the country experiencing generational trauma. This causes them to fight each other. And because they’re suffering, they can’t see their neighbors suffering too. It’s difficult to experience empathy when it’s not extended to you. It’s hard to walk in someone else’s shoes when yours are worn to shreds. When we can’t hold our own pain, it’s pushed out onto others. There is freedom in self-acceptance. It affords us the freedom to fight for causes not our own. In right wing circles, it’s a bleak cult mentality. We fight for each other or Jesus, but it ends there. My fight consisted of posting a cross to facebook and thanking Jesus for making me white again today. I didn’t actually say that, but it would have been as cringey. Adam & Eve In the early days of my awakening, while I was still married, I wrote a blog post about Adam and Eve. I talked about how Eve didn’t exist yet when God told Adam not to eat the fruit. It was Adam’s responsibility to make sure Eve received God’s message—and that she could trust it. God’s message and Eve’s obedience to it was dependent on the relationship Adam had with his wife. Could Eve trust his word? I wrote that Satan didn’t ask, “Did God really SAY that?” What he said was, “Did GOD himself say that (or was it Adam who said it)?” I began my protest by standing up for Eve. In the middle of a small Pentecostal church with my husband, I made my written protest vocal. After a sermon about Adam and Eve, the pastor calling for discussion, I raised my hand. I told them everything I had written. Chairs scooted and people murmured. The pastor twisted his brow and looked at my mortified husband. This was the beginning of a million more small protests that led me out of that life. Once out, a fire was lit, and I made my protest my platform. I wrote and spoke and cried and joked, and somehow changed hearts and minds. Men and women who hated my protest in 2020 started following me and protesting to people around them. These men and women don’t all hold signs on street corners though. Their protest won’t make it to social media or the evening news. They correct people in comments and share informative links. They tell their story—or mine—to friends and family who find themselves in a similar position. They push the system in their unique ways, using their unique voices. Posting and reposting is a form of protest. Singing and dancing is protest. Wearing a T-shirt is protest, as is serving at a restaurant that’s feeding protesters. Every small voice is a voice and every small act is action. Voices make a chorus and action makes a movement. Other No Kings Protesters * You protested if you drove by and honked * You protested even if you couldn’t risk your job to be there * You protested if you were sick or disabled and wanted to be there * You protested if you provided childcare for a protester * You protested when you reposted the videos of protests * You protested if you left MAGA behind but were afraid to join the crowd you used to shame * You protested when you cheered for people in costumes * You protested if you refused service to an antagonizer or ICE agent * You protested if you’re black or brown and it wasn’t safe * You protested if you donated to organizers or other community groups * You’re protesting when you put signs in your yard * You protest even when you have social anxiety and can’t handle crowds * You protest when you have an abusive parent or spouse who won’t let you go * You protested if you’re a single mom with kids and no other adults to care for them * You protest when you make sure protest content is being seen and pushed by the algorithm. Every like, comment, and share counts! Do your best protest in the moment, as you’re able. There was a time when my protest consisted of hiding the remote to get my husband to spend more time with the kids. But it became divorce, therapy for the kids, and a whole new life helping other women do the same. And I have a long way to go still. There is a lot more we can do. But there’s no need to shame yourself for what you’re not doing yet. If someone is telling you that what you’re doing isn’t enough, try not to be offended. Understand that they’ve just been at it longer and they may resent people who are just getting started. You can’t jump right in at their level, but you can heal the wounds that have held you back and keep going forward in that direction. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit natlajune.substack.com/subscribe

    9 min

  5. 07/27/2025

    Weaponizing Sex

    The accusation of “weaponizing sex” loomed over me my entire marriage. Every headache, backache, or just not in the mood, I worried I’d be accused. Every cold, flu, and pregnancy, I feared I would be called abusive for “using sex as a weapon” against my husband. And then I discovered “excuses” as in, “oh well if you’re actually sick, that’s a valid excuse.” But this meant I had better make sure I was sick and not just feeling sick because otherwise I would be “withholding” sex. But when I got to TikTok and started talking about sexual coercion as abuse, I had what I now understand was a claircognitive knowing about all of this. I knew, without reason or research, that this accusation was a form of sexual coercion. I couldn’t explain it yet, but it would later come to me through thousands of conversations with people about this so-called weaponizing of sex. What do people mean when they say this? So far, I can count on one hand the number of people who use this term who can give me a real world example. Very few respond at all when I probe them, “Give me an example, tell me exactly what weaponizing sex looks like.” * Refusing Sex - most often people will describe someone who is not willing to perform sexually, someone not turned on, not aroused, not consenting. They use words like refuse and deny to describe this “behavior”. It’s bad behavior. Abuse, even. To this I’ll ask… * Why do you feel abused when you don’t have sex? * Have you talked to a professional about why you feel this way? * Who taught you that sex validates you and your relationship? * Do you think this worldview makes your partner more attracted to you or less? * False Promises - When challenged on this point they’ll change to something like, “Well, they promise me sex in exchange for chores,” to which I ask… * Why do they need to promise sexual favors to get you to perform basic life skills? * Why do you withhold chores until they have sex with you? * Punishment - Some will call it punishment when a woman is angry with her husband and is very naturally turned off to sex now. Men will say, “You can’t just withhold because you’re mad.” They fully expect a woman to still “give” him sex despite being mad and if she doesn’t do it, she’s punishing him. She’s weaponizing sex “against” him. The same questions from above apply, and also… * Do you know that it’s normal for someone not to desire someone sexually when they’re angry with them? * Do you really want her to “do it anyway” even though she’s not feeling intimate? * Are you able to enjoy sex when you know she doesn’t want it? What experts mean From Clear Vision Psychotherapy: * Withholding sex as punishment: One partner refuses intimacy to manipulate or punish the other, creating a power imbalance. * Using sex as a bargaining chip: Sex becomes conditional, offered only in exchange for favors, gifts, or certain behaviors, which reduces intimacy to a transactional act. * Manipulating emotions through sex: Using intimacy to smooth over conflicts or avoid addressing deeper issues can leave the partner on the receiving end feeling confused and emotionally manipulated. Notice how they’re saying the same thing but from the other perspective. In the other perspective sex is the default and not having sex means something is wrong. We have a long history of prioritizing the person who wants sex and scolding or pathologizing the person who doesn’t. How we blame ourselves We’re so conditioned to believe sex is something we do to show love and not share love, we gaslight ourselves to believe we’re weaponizing sex. The CHADIE foundation posted an anonymous story from a woman who “weaponized sex” in her marriage and she describes “putting conditions” on their sex life. If I wasn’t happy, we weren’t going to be intimate or have sex. She was hurting her husband by pushing him to perform at work because she was unhappy in the marriage, but sex was genuinely something she didn’t want to do. She wasn’t weaponizing it. She simply didn’t want it. This is where people believe sex is being weaponized—but it’s not. She doesn’t know she’s allowed to not have sex when she doesn’t want to. She promises sex because it’s what women are told to do. She’s told to offer sex another time if she’s not in the mood now. So she extends sexual olive branches in moments when she hopes it will make things better. Society doesn’t allow her to address the fact that she’s not happy in the marriage and even tells her more sex will make it better. When it doesn’t, she acts out in other ways. Sex has been weaponized against her, and in the end, she turns on everyone around her in self defense. What’s really happening? Very few women are deliberately trying to hurt their partner and using sex to do it. Most often, “punishment” is only anger and frustration killing her desire. Even if she was previously in the mood, she can no longer be aroused now that there’s a hindrance like an argument or other libido killer at play. Women aren’t “using” sex to get things from men. They’re making a bid for attention knowing sex is the only way to reach him. When sex is repeatedly made to be a thing she has to do for him, she learns—much like Pavlov’s dog—that to get that sweet affectionate man back, she has to perform sexual favors for him. She learns that his mood is determined by her sexual generosity. The more often she does it, the less angry he is and the more pleasant her home. The more sexually satisfied he is, the less often he yells at her and the kids. If she just gives him a quick b******b, maybe he won’t be in a bad mood tonight. Men encourage this Despite their complaints, men are not actually against women performing sexual favors in exchange for other things. Men tell women, wake your man up with sex and he’ll do whatever you want for that day. Here you can see me calling this out on Threads. This isn’t coming from women. They’re doing what they think men want. The trouble comes when she changes her mind and decides she doesn’t actually want to have sex. Many women don’t understand their own libido, so they don’t know this manipulative behavior from their husband is the very thing turning them off. They feel guilty when he accuses her of “weaponizing” sex. How to talk about this responsibly Having talked about this since 2020, I’ve moved through different phases of healing to arrive at a healthy place to discuss this, so here are some tips as you move in these conversations. * Remove gender - I try to use they/them pronouns as much as possible to keep the conversation neutral. Most often, it is husband against wife, but wherever it makes sense, I remove he and she from the conversation. * Focus on a non-sexual outcome - This seems counterintuitive, but as we talk about sex, there’s a much bigger issue at play. Sex is only a small part of our intimate connection with another person. Ultimately, we’re not talking about two people having more sex. We’re talking about two people who once didn’t need sex to enjoy each other. They did once enjoy their partner’s laugh, and long talks on the phone. Try to get back there. If someone is continuously pushing for sex, this is likely someone abusive, for whom sex was in fact the reason they got married. * Err on the side of good intent - Unless I’m talking to men who are toxic and abusive, I assume everyone means well. No one is actively trying to weaponize sex and the accusation will make it worse. Healing starts with stopping the accusation and getting curious about WHY someone doesn’t want sex. * Talk about sexual health - Talk about what actually drives libido in the first place? What makes you turned on? Do you even know? Has sex ever been pleasurable or has it always been something you did for someone else? In the reverse, has sex ever been something you enjoy mutually with someone, or is it something you get from someone? And what is sex? How do you know it’s sex and that you’ve had it? It may seem silly, but you can’t have a conversation about it if you don’t know how it all works. Come As You Are, Emily Nagoski What weaponizing sex really looks like Sex can’t be a weapon if a person can still consent to it. If something is hindering consent, then sex is a weapon. Sexual coercion is weaponizing sex, and here’s how that happens: * Using guilt trips to make your partner give in to sex they don’t want * Offering gifts or trips or even chores as payment for sex * Threatening to cheat or end the relationship if you don’t get more sex * Holding the mortgage, rent, grocery money or other financial favor over them to get sex * Making fun of your partner to friends and family for being “frigid” * Keeping track of how often you have sex to guilt them into doing it more often * Getting angry and withdrawing affection because they said no These are just a few examples, but you see the point. Trying to “get” sex in any way that’s not genuinely trying to form real connection and instead uses consequences to coerce sex is not just weaponizing, but it’s actually the thing killing their libido. Final Question And one final question that almost always stops a conversation dead: Why do you want to sleep with someone you believe is abusing you by weaponizing sex? There is no good reason for wanting to engage sexually with someone you think is abusing you. So if you believe someone is weaponizing sex, the best thing you can do for yourself—and your relationship—is to JUST SAY NO. Get my one sheet on marital coercion… This is a PDF you can download for FREE and share with anyone you like. If you or someone you know is experiencing sexual coercion, check out maritalcoercion.com and thehotline.org for more information. You may also want to seek out a trauma informed

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  6. 07/20/2025

    Getting Coldplayed

    Before you start reading this, did you know you can listen to it on Spotify and iTunes? Click over and subscribe and save time by listening in the car or while doing the laundry. This week we saw a CEO Andy Byron caught cheating at a Coldplay concert, and then we saw the internet blow up with memes and jokes making further spectacle of him. My teens even got it on their feeds and asked me if I had seen it. Day 1-2, I watched video after video replaying the clip of the pair quickly splitting from an embrace as they realized their cozy moment was now being witnessed by the entire stadium—and beyond. But I doubt they knew in the moment how far that footage would reach and what would be made of it. The next few days I saw more commentary, parody, and memes, including several AI generated videos, one depicting Byron threatening to sue because he’d been outed without consent, and others depicting fictional characters and brand mascots “cheating” with each other in the same way. But yesterday, only a few days into this saga, I saw the first discussion of putting a lid on it all. It started with a facebook post from one of my old colleagues, a white Christian man, who said, “Can we please be done with the Coldplay thing now?” And then a white woman on TikTok made a plea to drop the jokes because public shame was “chaos” and we need to stay focused on not letting America become the Soviet Union. The concern is valid in general, the country is in trouble, but it’s a stretch to apply it here, to say our political climate is threatened by a cheating CEO being publicly shamed. If anything, the public reaction to this is the result of a people on the edge of real revolution. We’re not holding back anymore and it’s a really good thing. Shining a light on the world around us and not pretending these things aren’t happening is how we make real change. We’re not protecting a CEO anymore. We’re not sweeping him under a rug so he can get back to his big open office overlooking all the people he’s cheated (surely his wife is not the first). But this is what white America does. They tamp down events like this that involve prominent white men. Christians in particular will want to start keeping things hush in the name of “family values” because, as several comments on Facebook said, his wife and children are suffering the backlash. But they’re not suffering backlash from the public. They’re suffering abuse, the abuse of a father and husband who destroyed his family. It’s blame shifting to put it on the public. It’s further removing the focus and accountability from this man to everyone else who is holding a mirror to him and what he did. And this is where we do injustice to women and children in these situations. For the last few days, beneath the public cheers and jeers all over social media, have been quiet comments from women who’ve been cheated on. These women have been telling their stories. Stories about being discarded, not being believed, and never allowed the chance to really grieve the loss of their marriage properly. In most cases, these women weren’t allowed to acknowledge it was cheating because by the time they’re ready to talk about it, their husband has already told everyone, “We just grew apart.” This becomes the narrative. He didn’t do anything wrong, and in fact, she was actually a nag who controlled him, withheld sex, etc., and he had to find comfort elsewhere. Women are forced to stuff their feelings away and never publicly acknowledge the damage their husband did. But this time, this woman doesn’t have to do that. This woman is going to be devastated for a long time no matter what the public says or does, but she has something a lot of other women never have. She has public support from millions of people who are on her side. So I say we let it play out. Let this woman have a few minutes of vindication from the world, to validate her and strengthen her through this traumatic betrayal. Let Christians sit in the discomfort of yet another white man being atrocious and having to face himself publicly. As we say often in DV circles, “If he didn’t want people to talk about what he did, he shouldn’t have done it.” Follow me on TikTok or Instagram for more, and subscribe here for more in-depth writing based on conversations from social media. Music I’ve been listening to this week For newcomers, I hope you enjoyed this post! At the end I’ll often include music I’ve been listening to or songs I’ve used in TikTok videos, and sometimes a poem from my book if it’s applicable. There’s also a chat room for each post if you’d like to engage in further conversation on these topics. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit natlajune.substack.com/subscribe

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  7. 07/06/2025

    Limerence, Rumination, and Psychic Intuition

    Getting my wisdom teeth pulled was one of my more traumatic experiences from childhood. Although I’ve mostly healed from what happened that day, there’s one part that sticks with me—a reminder that who I am is different from who people say I am. After my mouth had been gutted by the dentist with minimal novocain, and he left 1-1/2 teeth in the crook of my jaw, my mom rushed me to an oral surgeon in the city to finish the job. This time they put me under. I remember three things: the coldness of the room and the people in it, counting backward from 10 to 8, and the doctor’s hand between my thighs. I woke up to someone telling me my dad would be taking me home. I’m not sure why, but my parents had traded places. In the car I told him about the doctor’s hand. I’m autistic, so there was little emotion in it, just a matter of fact tone telling him I’d been touched inappropriately. He went back inside and then returned to the car, saying, “I talked to the doctor. He said you have a vivid imagination. It never happened.” Vivid imagination. I stewed on that awhile. For years, in fact, I gaslit myself, believing I must be wrong about the doctor’s hand between my thighs, and probably too, the boy who felt me up while I slept. I just had a vivid imagination. Until I started to talk about things on TikTok and people believed me. For the first time, I believed myself. At 43 years old, I thought, “My imagination is vivid, but this isn’t that. This isn’t my imagination. This is very very real.” For the first time in my life, I began to feel confident in what I was experiencing. My husband had been angry with me for saying no to sex. I did experience rape. I had in fact developed C-PTSD from 20 years of sexual coercion and a lifetime of objectification. Believing myself changed everything. I finally accepted that the doctor had touched me inappropriately. I knew this because I remembered my grandfather stroking me there the same way a few years before. I knew what I had experienced. It was real and I was right. Awakening By the time I met Navy Guy (his name is Bryan), I had worked through all of it, everything from the past that I had been gaslit about, every truth I doubted, I knew confidently. And I had healed the codependence that made me depend on the truth of others. I was firm in my reality apart from their perception. So when I began to awaken with him, I was sure of what was happening to me. Maybe not why it was happening, or what it meant, but I knew what I was seeing, hearing, and feeling was real. A month or so after we broke up, when I began having wild dreams, I was ready to explore what this all meant. In one of the early dreams that kicked off my spiritual awakening, I had a vision of me as a little girl and her name was Melanie. I wrote about it a little at the time, but didn’t say much. I was still processing by putting it to poetry. The poem, Melanie’s Wish, tells the story of this little girl, about 8 years old, with a boy (I’ll come back to him later). Melanie was magic, and in this dream, she made a wish that turned a cafeteria full of adults in the 90’s into children in the 50s. I didn’t know it yet, but I now believe this dream was pointing me to a part of my calling. As my for you page on TikTok was showing me “break up content” like tarot card love readings and attachment style stuff, I also came across videos about limerence and autistic rumination. I bristled at all of it, none of it felt relevant to me, but I had a platform and an audience full of women going through the same things. Many of my followers were post-divorce dating, and some of them were going through a tough break up like I was. I wanted to learn about what they were going through so I could help them, because helping other people heal heals me. So I stayed and listened to the tarot readers, the attachment theory creators, and the psychologists and autistic people talking about limerence and rumination. Limerence is an experience in which a person becomes fixated on another person in a way that objectifies them romantically. It’s very similar to how people objectify someone sexually. They see this person as an object of affection without any real concern for who the person is and their needs and wants. Rumination is a particular persistence of thought, dwelling on things, usually negative. This is especially common for autistic people to experience after a breakup, when we go over and over details of the breakup and the relationship, but it’s not inherently unproductive. I experienced rumination during the 15 months I was separated from my ex-husband before the divorce was final. My entire platform is the result rumination, but I believe it was my intuition leading me toward a productive use of this ability. And I consider it an ability, not a disability. A disability is considered so because it hinders us in some way, but it’s not rumination that hindered me. What had always stood in my way was the perception of those around me causing me to feel like I wasn’t allowed to think my thoughts. I had been told I was “overthinking” to which I said in a TikTok video once, “Am I really overthinking, or are you underthinking?” Psychic Intuitive Storytelling I believe there’s something else happening here that’s being mistaken for negative rumination and limerence, which is a more psychic intuitive tool we just need to learn how to use properly. Before awakening, I had natural patterns of deep thought that others called overthinking and thinking too much. Post-awakening, I discovered something else. I didn’t get caught in a loop of repetitive thought because I was ruminating, I got caught because I didn’t know I was doing it and what to do about it. In the months following my breakup with Bryan, I became fully aware of it and figured it out. Storytelling through poetry was the product of deep thought. I thought deeply about my connection with him even while I was in it. I was becoming aware of a lot of the things he was bringing to the surface in our time together, things I needed to work on healing in myself. Melanie was a symbol of my inner child. When she cast her spell to change everyone into children, this was a sign pointing to the work I was just beginning to do in my content. I was healing my inner children (several at different stages) and helping my following do the same. What people called limerence was not an obsession with a man, but an obsession with healing. What people in the comments on TikTok called rumination was me thinking deeply about my own healing journey and how being with Bryan had affected me. So much about him mirrored me that I was able to unlock things about myself I might have taken another decade or two to discover without him. What people called limerence was not an obsession with a man, but an obsession with healing. I was not hoping to get back together with him, though I did hope we could hang onto a friendship. I loved him and knew he needed for us to be apart in order to heal, and intuitively, I knew I needed it too. Every other week for a couple of years, I continued to have revelations about my childhood, relationships with other men, and assorted pain points that made me who I am. When I talk about him on social media or write about him here, it’s not because I’m waiting for him to come back to me. I’m using stories about him to heal things in me, and to help others heal themselves by awakening them to parts of them that mirror us. What makes this psychic? Storytelling comes naturally to me, as it does to a lot of other psychic intuitive people, but these stories aren’t just limerent ruminative thought. Many of these stories come through psychic visions, dreams, and knowings. And, again, post-awakening, there’s an awareness of it that isn’t present prior to an awakening. I believe many people who experience this unique train of thought are experiencing psychic, intuitive thought. You can say subconscious thought, if that feels better. Wherever these ideas come from, there’s a shift when we become aware that it’s happening. Assuming it’s a vision, does a few things for me: * I am fully aware that it’s not real, it’s just a story * I retain an open curiosity, to find out WHY this story is coming to mind * I then use the story to play detective and find a wound of mine (or someone else’s) that needs healing * I work through the pain in the story and heal the wound—or help another do so—and the story fades Remember I mentioned a particular boy in the dream with Melanie. The boy was Bryan. Well, not really him. It was him visually, his face, his beard, his smile. And as a boy, he looked the same as in the photos I’d seen of him as a boy. But I discovered later that he was there as a representation of a childhood friend I had lost. When Bryan and I were together, there was a particular moment with him that was slightly embarrassing. We were in my bedroom coming down from the high of sex, getting dressed, when I was suddenly overcome with a childlike excitement and I got a big grin on my face. He tilted his head to say, “What is it,” and I sighed, “It’s like you’re my best friend.” I was aghast at myself for being so vulnerable. What a ridiculous thing to say like that out of nowhere. I had successfully swept it under a rug when I was reading my poem about Melanie again in late May 2023. Bryan and I had a phone call in which we got spicy and in this sexual energy again, I recalled what I had said to him in my bedroom. I put that together with the story about the boy in the cafeteria with Melanie, and I knew. It wasn’t about Bryan—it was about Jeff. Although I did absolutely feel like he was a great friend, and I still feel deeply for him, there was a deeper wound there that he was bringing to the surface. You can read more about Jeff in my post called Love Make

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  8. 06/08/2025

    What is a Download and How Does it Resonate?

    What does it mean for something to "resonate" with you? If a tarot card reader says, "Take what resonates, leave what doesn't," what are they really saying? Let’s take a look at what it means for something to resonate, and how you can take it or leave it. On TikTok, the psychic community commonly uses the term download to describe psychic information coming to them. If I have a claircognizant knowing, I'm receiving a download that comes in the form of knowledge. If it’s clairvoyant, it’s usually a photograph or video in my mind’s eye. I cringed at the word download until one day last fall, I had a download of my own about how to describe this for people. This is what my messages are mostly, information to help people process their experiences. My mission in this life seems to be helping people understand things from a different perspective. I use vocabulary to reach the nuance of a situation and come to a different conclusion people may not have seen before. Where people say download, premonition, or channeled message, I expand on what these things mean to give people a better understanding of the experience. Where people say "men need sex" I explain what this actually looks like within a relationship, describing the pressure this puts on women to meet this so-called need.To better understand downloads, I was given a picture of a computer operating system in our minds. I saw a desktop or hard drive with a million folders filled with files. Everything you need to know for this life is already built into you. You have a series of folders and files in your body, in your mind, and so-called "psychic" abilities are just the way you access this information. A psychic may sometimes have information that’s relevant to a “collective” of people who are on a similar journey in life. It’s your job to discern what information is for you and what is for someone else.When you learn something new, one of three things is likely happening: * If you're in tune with your intuition, you're comparing this new information against your files to judge whether this information is good. You're listening to your body to feel whether or not it resonates with you. You're matching it against the files you have to see if it's true for you. * If you aren't yet good at listening to your intuition, you're likely going to accept this information as true and file it away with everything else. * Or, you may blow off information that is true for you because your worldview—your conditioning—is rejecting it. If you live at surface level, following the crowd, not listening to yourself, your files may be corrupt because you've accepted something that might not be true for you. This is where I was within Christianity. On some level I knew when things weren't true for me, but two things were going against me at the time: * I was taught that psychic things weren't real, or they were demonic influence. * At the same time, a lot of Christian teaching does resonate for me. The fruits of the spirit, for instance, unconditional love, forgiveness, all the things Jesus taught. This all matched my files. Without spiritual discernment yet, I was accepting things that didn't resonate with me because of the things that did. I mixed bad files in with mine because the other files matched. Discernment is about learning how your computer works, how to discern where these files are located, and how to compare them against the new ones coming in. You can think of other psychics as the IT guy who helps you access those files. How to feel when it resonates Intuition interprets information coming in and compares it against information already there. When the information matches, that's resonance. It resonates because what someone is telling you lines up with—or aligns with—information your mind and body already contain. An analogy I use on TikTok is trying on clothes. Imagine you're in a fitting room in a store, trying on several outfits. When it fits, it feels good, it looks good, and you just know you want it. When it doesn't fit, it feels uncomfortable or it looks unflattering, and you know you don't want it. Resonance is when something just fits and you know it's right for you. But if you don't have a solid connection to your intuition, you may find yourself wearing things that don't fit for a number or reasons. Maybe the changing room doesn't have a mirror so you can't see what it looks like. Or you may fall in love with how something looks on the hanger but it doesn't fit. You want it to fit but it doesn't. You might still take it home even though it doesn't fit properly and force yourself to wear it, or leave it sitting in your closet for years because you wanted it to fit so badly. When something doesn't resonate, you may still want to make it fit. You want it to be true even though your intuition is trying to tell you it's not for you. This can happen when you're looking at someone else's files too. I regularly tell people on TikTok, "Don't listen to me, listen to yourself," and this is what I'm getting at. When I talk on TikTok or write here and on Threads, I'm sharing information I have in my files. It's not always going to match yours, so it's important for you to pay attention to how what I’m saying feels for you so you're not accepting my truth as yours. It's important for you to learn how to listen to yourself and learn what it feels like when something resonates. When you go to a friend's house and she offers you something from her closet, you need to know yourself well enough to know when something of hers doesn't fit. You don't want to be walking around in her clothing if it doesn't fit you. Just because it looks good on her, doesn't mean it will be comfortable for you. Discernment is learning how your body feels, your nervous system specifically. It's listening for butterflies, a headache, or tension in your shoulders, all kinds of feelings that can tell you when something isn't right, or when something feels good. I often feel a warm cheerful feeling when something resonates. When it really resonates, I feel a chill. My body tingles. And extreme resonance for me feels like a shiver. This is very rare, but when I feel it, I know whatever is happening is in perfect alignment with me. This might look different for you. It's up to you to pay attention to your own responses to things you're experiencing. The important thing is that you're not taking in information that belongs to someone else and adopting this truth as yours own. If you're not listening to yourself, if you don't trust yourself, you will accept what others tell you even when it doesn't feel quite right. This can cause problems in your life as you end up living a life meant for someone else and you're not designed for it. If you feel like you're failing at life, it's likely not failure at all. It may be that you're trying to open files that don’t belong to you, trying to wear a life that doesn't fit you. If this resonated with you, and you’re not a paid subscriber already, would you consider supporting the work I do. It’s just extra money right now, but I would very much like to be able to do more of this full time. If you have a minute… My oldest kid has just come home this weekend for the last time after getting a head start at JobCorps this year. This program gave them the confidence to pursue a career as an electrician, along with all the training they would need to do the job. They were well taken care of for awhile, with free room and board, and even medical care covered. But as I type this, there are kids being dismissed from the program because the current administration is defunding the program. Kids like mine, many of whom have nowhere else to go, are without this lifeline if the program goes away. If you would, please take a few clicks to the link below and send an email to your elected officials to save JobCorps for these kids. Thank you for your support! If you were familiar with my website before, alwaysmending.com, I’ve moved it. It’s now natlajune.com. I still have most of the information that was there, it’s just a little more streamlined now, combined with my shop, where you can buy my book! I also have merch, including my fake coffee shop, Grounds for Divorce! The back features a menu full of coercive themes to have a little fun while healing. If you’re not there yet, that’s okay. This was healing for me at the time, to be able to joke about how ridiculous it is to say and do the things they do. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit natlajune.substack.com/subscribe

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More of an audio blog than a podcast, I write about sex and sexual abuse, relationships, and sometimes channeled messaging, dreams, and other psychic things as it comes up. An extension of TikTok and other social media outreach, this is a way I transmute energy into something positive that I hope will help others on a similar path. natlajune.substack.com

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