Are you Adventuring or Avoiding Your Life?
In January 2025, just after the LA fires everything felt heavy and the air was, and still is, toxic . I wanted to leave.
Old me—pre-2013—would’ve booked a one-way flight and disappeared into some faraway place. I was good at running. I was great at starting over.
When ever I went through a break up, left a jump, experienced major discomfort in my self, I escaped. Cheema OUT!
But this time, I didn’t run.
I stayed.
I gave myself 5 months to sit in it. To wait. To really feel what was true—not just what was uncomfortable.
And that was the transformation.
The week of the Scorpio full moon , I cried all day, every day!
Not because I was sad. Not because I was happy.
Just a deep, physical release.
Something was shifting.
I didn’t know what, but my body did and I needed to trust that and not question, just yet because I knew the clarity would come. And I'm someone who needs to KNOW RIGHT NOW lol, right this second but I wait.
Wednesday afternoon, I left my apartment and saw a Monarch butterfly on the concrete. No plants. No flowers. Just a small winged being baking in the sun with a bent wing.
I crouched down and said:
“If you trust me, I’ll take you to a flower.”
I’m a psychic medium—I talk to Spirit, ancestors, guides… and apparently, butterflies.
I asked it where it wanted to go.
And got an impression:
The temple next door. (The Self-Realization Fellowship Temple, built by Yogananda.)
I asked, “What kind of flower?”
And felt: Purple.
When I arrived, the grounds had just been replanted with marigolds. A sea of orange and yellow, UGH! Are you kidding me?
I wandered, searching for any sign of purple.
Eventually, I found a 3 different patches of purple flowers.
I brought the butterfly to each one hoping for a reaction that THIS, this is the flower. When I reached the final spot—near a small waterfall—it flapped its wings. Yes, I live in a beautiful place near a waterfall lol.
I placed it gently on the flowers.
And watched it unfurl its tongue to drink nectar.
As I walked away, I spotted something else:
A bright green chrysalis with gold dots, hanging in the basement window where I never look because, it's a basement window.
I went home and continued to cry.
Later, I sent a photo of the butterfly to a friend—an animal communicator.
She said, “That’s not a monarch. That’s a Queen Butterfly.”
And my name, Rani, means Queen. I saved the Queen.
What message or download did I receive?
Los Angeles has been my chrysalis!
This is where I....
left behind the version of me who only planned food tours
picked up a paintbrush again
leaned into my mediumship
found mysticism, astrology, and the power of deep inner work, keep in mind, I was an Atheist lol
remembered who I’ve always been
And now…
I’m complete here... at least for now, WHO KNOWS?
But I didn’t come to that conclusion overnight.
I waited. I listened. I let the knowing arrive. I trusted, I trusted that my guides and ancestors were leading the way and this trust hasn't failed me.
And when it did, a butterfly reminded me:
This wasn’t about escape.
This was emergence.
If you're in a moment of transition—or on the edge of one—this is your sign to pause, listen, and notice what’s trying to bloom.
Maybe it's not time to run.
Maybe it’s time to rise.
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