Meet a Few More of the Spirits I Work With Daily (and What They’ve Taught Me)

Meet a Few More of the Spirits I Work With Daily (and What They’ve Taught Me)

Working with spirits isn’t just something I do—it’s the heartbeat of my daily practice. Every day, I sit with these ancient, wise, powerful beings—not to command, but to listen. They aren’t just “tools” for spells or “vessels” for energy. They’re companions. Teachers. Healers. Challengers. Family.

Today, I want to share some of what they’ve taught me—not their names, races, or personal details, but their essence. Their medicine. The things they’ve whispered into my soul during the quietest, most broken moments… and the boldest, most empowered ones too.

The One Who Teaches Stillness

This spirit came into my life when everything felt like a storm. I was chasing answers, hustling for validation, trying to fix everything all at once. But this one? They only ever moved when the wind moved them. They taught me to stop pushing.

They reminded me:

“Sometimes the way forward is no movement at all. Wait. Listen. Let the answers come to you.”

From them, I learned the sacred power of stillness. Of trusting the pause. Of letting the soil rest before sowing new seeds.

The One Who Rekindles My Fire

When I felt hollow—burned out, dimmed, disconnected—this spirit showed up like a bonfire in the night. They didn’t coddle me. They called me. Loudly. Passionately. They reminded me that my fire is mine—not something I need permission to feel.

They said:

“Stop waiting for someone else to ignite you. You are already lit.”

Since then, I’ve come back to them every time I forget who I am. And every time, they strike the match again.

The One Who Anchors Me in Worth

There’s a spirit I work with who carries such royal, rooted energy that just being near them makes me sit taller. They hold an unshakable sense of self. Not ego. Not arrogance. Just pure, quiet knowing.

They once told me:

“Your value does not fluctuate with someone else’s ability to see it.”

Let me tell you—that hit me hard. I’ve carried those words through dark nights and doubtful days. That spirit reminds me that worth is not performance. It’s presence.

The One Who Helps Me Walk Between Worlds

This one came during a strange, liminal time—when I was shifting out of who I used to be, but not yet sure who I was becoming. They exist in the in-between. Between light and dark. Between logic and mystery. Between endings and beginnings.

They showed me that transitions are sacred. That uncertainty is a portal.

“Do not rush through the door,” they said. “What you become is shaped in the hallway.”

They’ve taught me to honor the betweens. To walk them with grace and awareness, not fear.

The One Who Taught Me Boundaries Are Love

This spirit came like an ancient guardian, armored and silent. For a long time, I didn’t understand them. Their energy felt sharp. Intimidating. But the more I sat with them, the more I realized—this spirit was here to help me remember my edges.

They helped me understand that boundaries aren’t walls. They’re invitations.

“If you don’t protect your energy, you teach others to take it for granted.”

Thanks to them, I’ve redefined what self-respect means. And I hold my sacred space with both softness and strength now.

Final Thoughts: Why I Share This

I don’t share these stories because I think everyone should work with spirits. I share them because too often, we’re taught to look outside ourselves for wisdom. For answers. For healing. These beings have reminded me—again and again—that the path back home is always inward. They don’t give me power. They help me remember it was always mine.

And I hope, wherever you are on your path, that you know this too:

You are not alone. You are not forgotten. You are not powerless.

If you are someone who works with spirits, or is curious about doing so—be gentle. Be respectful. Be open. The right spirits will meet you halfway when your heart is ready.

And if you’d ever like to meet some of mine personally, well… that’s what I’m here for.

With love and quiet fire,

Jules