Philomena Petersen

Over time, I’ve found books, reflections, and small inspirations that carried me through many seasons — some joyful, some challenging. Each tool, each insight, each whisper of hope has helped weave the tapestry of my journey. If you ever feel called to explore, I’ve gathered some of these soulful offerings here: 📚 Explore my books and inspirations on Amazon:   https://www.amazon.com/s?k=Philomena+Petersen&tag=hingslotusref-20 Thank you for visiting my little corner of the cosmos. May your own path be filled with light, wonder, and courage. 🌸 Until next time, sending love and peace, 🕯️ With gentleness, ~ HingsLotus

 There are times I go quiet, not because I’ve disappeared, but because I’ve entered a creative cycle. Right now, my books and videos are calling for more of my energy. I may not be visible, but I’m still here. Listening. Creating. You’re always welcome to walk alongside my path, just know, I will appear when it’s aligned, not when it’s expected. Thank you for respecting the rhythm of my work, just as I honor the rhythm of yours. There’s a kind of stillness that doesn’t mean absence... It’s the stillness that arrives when I’m creating something deeper than words can explain. When I disappear from social spaces, it’s never because I’ve abandoned my path, it’s because I’m walking it quietly. Right now, my books are taking shape in ways I didn’t expect. My videos are calling for my voice, my reflection, my emotional truth. And that requires space. Not the kind people often post about online, the curated kind with clean desks and matching candles, but real space. The kind of space where...

✨ A Reflecter Moment — one breath, one truth at a time.   🕊️The Miracles I sit before an altar of unlikely friends, Mary with Jesus, Ganesha, Buddha, Isis and Laughing Buddha,  all sharing on a wooden shelf. In their silent presence, I feel the gentle weave of something greater. Each morning light that lands on their faces feels like a quiet miracle. There is a calm in this sacred little collection, a unity of different paths converging. I sense guidance and protection radiating from them, reminding me I am never truly alone. 🌑The Descent Yet the bright days dimmed; a heavy night descended within my soul. Shadows of doubt and fear crept in, unraveling the peace I had found. In the darkness, even miracles can feel distant, mere memories on the edge of my mind. I dreamed of falling through an endless sky, grasping for light as a dreamcatcher swayed gently in my window. The world outside looked cold and distant, reflecting the emptiness I felt inside. Alone with my despair, I ...

  ✨ A Reflector Moment — one breath, one truth at a time.  🕊️ The Miracles  The things I never told anyone, because they might not believe them, but I felt them.  They didn’t arrive with trumpets. No fireworks. No flashes. But the miracles showed up anyway. In quiet, precise ways, just enough to make me pause and wonder: “Did that just happen?” Like when I spoke out loud to my stones and the energy in the room shifted immediately, as if they had heard me. Or when a candle flickered, not from wind but from a presence I couldn’t name. A reminder I wasn’t alone. There were mornings where the sunlight came through the curtain in such a specific way that it felt like a soul-message made just for me. And there were nights where a word, a scent, or a sound touched something deeper than memory. I never shared most of these moments with anyone. Not because I didn’t want to but because I didn’t know how. What do you say when your soul shows you something that no one el...

  🌕 PREMIERE this Friday at 20:00 (CET)! 🛸   Philomena Warned Me™ – Reflector Moments – Episode 1 ✨ Sometimes the stars guide you gently. Sometimes they throw a Reflector party you weren’t ready for. Welcome to the   Reflector Moments™   Cosmic Play  beginning with Episode 1 of   Philomena Warned Me™ … 🪐 The zodiac signs took center stage… 🌌 The ruling planets weren’t invited. 🎭 And the Reflector? She laughed through it all. 💫 A spiritual comedy sketch for the soul-snorters, energy sensitives, and stargazing misfits. 🧻 Bring tissues. (For the laughter.) ✨ Hit "🔔 Notify Me" so you don’t miss when it drops: 👉   https://youtu.be/0l_wfgdumXc 🌸   A Note on Timing: Every Reflector Moment is created in the energy of alignment, not deadlines. Whether you watch it today, tomorrow, or a year from now  if you find it, it’s because you’re meant to. Trust the timing. The laughter (and reflection) will meet you where you are. 🌸   A Note on ...

  ✨ A Reflector Moment — one breath, one truth at a time. A quiet awakening before the world began calling. I didn’t plan to create videos. I didn’t even plan to write this post. But early one morning, as I lay still in bed, half-awake and not quite ready to face the day… I opened an email from someone I didn’t know. I normally delete those. But this time… something nudged me to open it. And when I did, it felt like I was reading my own story, just told in someone else’s words. Not identical. Not copied. But familiar enough to stir something deep in me. For a moment, I wanted to copy it. Not to steal,  but because I felt so seen. Like the words had unlocked a part of me I’d hidden or forgotten. But then I paused. And I remembered: I’m not here to repeat someone else’s magic. I’m here to reclaim my voice. That moment became a video. Slide by slide. Image by image. Breath by breath. I didn’t plan it, but something inside me knew exactly what to do. Each slide held a piece of som...

✨ A Reflector Moment — one breath, one truth at a time. A quiet awakening before the world began calling. I didn’t plan to create a video. I didn’t even plan to write this post. But early one morning, as I lay still in bed, half-awake and not quite ready to face the day… I opened an email from someone I didn’t know. I normally delete those. But this time… something nudged me to open it. And when I did, it felt like I was reading my own story — just told in someone else’s words. Not identical. Not copied. But familiar enough to stir something deep in me. For a moment, I wanted to copy it. Not to steal — but because I felt so seen. Like the words had unlocked a part of me I’d hidden or forgotten. But then I paused. And I remembered: I’m not here to repeat someone else’s magic. I’m here to reclaim my voice. That moment became a video. Slide by slide. Image by image. Breath by breath. I didn’t plan it — but something inside me knew exactly what to do. 🎥 Watch the video: The Email That Rea...