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About The Blog

How it all started...

My name is Jas and I am new to the world of blogs and social media. My world has always consisted of me being closely surrounded by family which meant I didn’t have to be social or even likable. All I had to be was myself. Although families disagree at times, no matter how much negativity went an overwhelming amount of love was sure to come back around. That is until I experienced the most heart shattering thing I could have ever imagined. My heart, my soul, the love and light of my life, my granny passed away from breast cancer.

I didn’t know how to feel. Of course misery was accompanied by devastation and disbelief on my plate of life. I even felt guilty for not feeling at the very least blessed to have had her in my life for eighteen whole years. All that I could focus on was how much it hurt not seeing her sitting in the crowd at my graduation ceremony or having her help me get dressed for prom. I felt the worst pain when I looked into the eyes of my family. She really was everything to everyone and we were all stuck trying to figure out where to go from there.

I started college the fall of that year which was a train wreck. I had slipped into a deep depression and was barely able to stay afloat. The only thing that kept me going was my two adorable nephews.  Luckily I decided to attend a university in my home town so I left campus to see them almost every day. They gave me so much joy I could barely focus during classes. I could not wait to see them. I was also in awe of how great of a father my older brother was considering the fact that neither he nor I knew our biological father. The feeling of being around the love only experienced amongst a family was what got me through each day. I finally started to feel as though life could be ok again.

Little did I know, tragedy was just around the corner for my family and I…Again. My older brother was shot and killed outside of his girlfriend’s apartment. I will never forget the morning that it happened. Nothing taken from him, no witnesses, no reason. My tolerance for pain was beyond the max and I needed answers. How could anyone be expected to explain to two young children that they would never see their dad again? My family was now completely torn apart. There was no one left to pull us all back together.

College was no longer a possibility for me so I didn’t return. I sought comfort in relationship after relationship, longing to feel the love that I had grown accustomed to feeling from my family which backfired time after time, not only in romantic relationships but in friendships as well. I had severely underestimated the lack of loyalty amongst shady friends and terrible partners. To top it all off, I was left with an apartment and matching bills to take care of with no help. So there I was again, alone, depressed and confused.

Being raised in the church, my natural first instinct was to seek the advice of my life-long pastor. I poured my heart out to him about the pain that I was feeling after experiencing the death of the two people I loved the most in the world in such close proximity of each other. He seemed to listen and really care about what I was saying. I felt as if I was in a safe space. That was until he opened his mouth. He asked me if there was anything that he could do for me financially. I told him that I just needed to know what to read in the Bible to help me get through this difficult time in my life. He gave me a Bible and offered to give me a massage (amongst other inappropriate things).  I was in pure disbelief. Here he was, a man that watched me grow up from a baby up until that point (I was 18 at the time otherwise he’d be in jail), could look at me in any other way than he would look at his daughter. I felt extremely uncomfortable and made up an excuse to get me out of there. He told me not to tell my mother on my way out. This infuriated me and caused me to completely give up going to church. Haven’t been to one since. It was a truly eye opening experience which made me realize no matter how religious a person may seem, we are all human beings with our own sets of problems.

My lowest of lows came after that. I felt one hundred percent hopeless. I knew that I could never be happy again. I knew that I would never find someone genuinely interested in my happiness or well-being. I knew that God must not have loved me because he allowed me to go through heartache after heartache and disappointment after disappointment. I decided I would do something about it. If the world didn’t need me, I didn’t need the world either. I would simply remove myself and put an end to this seemingly never ending cycle of pain.

I must have taken an entire bottle of sleeping pills that night. Lying there, all I could think about was how I would no longer have to deal with the problems of the world and that I would be able to see my brother and grandmother soon. Before I knew it, I felt myself drifting off.

Feeling myself regain consciousness was one of the most surprising moments of my life. I remember thinking to myself Damn. It didn’t work. I then heard my television that had been on the whole night go silent. This peaked my interest enough to open my eyes and see what was going on. What I saw was enough to give me a heart attack. A huge black figure was emerging from inside of my television! I couldn’t make out a face or even defined shape. It seemed to move as though it were made of dark, murky smoke. As it got closer and closer to me, it nearly tripled in size. I knew what I had done and I know what comes along with it, but I had not expected things to happen this way. I hadn’t anticipated being scared out of my mind. I wanted things to go smoothly but clearly that is not how it would work for me. Without even thinking, I screamed the only thing that I could get out of my mouth, which was Jesus, and covered my entire body with my blanket. As soon as the word left my mouth I heard my television come back on again like nothing had ever happened. I realized that I had never felt fear prior to this moment. I was shaking so bad I couldn’t make my legs get up and run like I wanted. I began to pray, thanking God for saving me. I didn’t sleep again that night, or the next few nights.

I realized that I had been given a second chance at life and this time would be different. I didn’t want to spend another day feeling down and hiding from the world. I wanted to LIVE and LIVE WELL! I researched ways to heal from the things that I had experienced in my life. This is where my spiritual journey took flight. I discovered meditation and began studying every principal of metaphysics that I could get my hands on. I realized that everything that I ever needed to heal was already within. I learned how truly powerful I was once I gave myself the permission to allow it to show. I have never looked back.

Everything from my ability to communicate with my loved ones who have passed on to picking lottery numbers has strengthened. I have successfully manifested everything I have attempted and I gain more strength every day.

That is why I decided to start Serenity House. I want to give people like me a place to learn to heal from within instead of without. I know that many people just like me have been hurt just as bad if not worse. Be a part of a community that teaches you to repair yourself and live a fulfilling life without seeking what it is you truly need from the wrong people, places or things.
If you’ve made it this far, the answer is simple. GO METAPHYSICAL!!!!!!

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