Philomena Petersen

Some days, you can just feel it: 💨 People are edgy. 💨 The fly is back. 💨 The salt wants to coach you. 💨 And your aura starts flaring like a storm warning issued from Source itself. When the outside roars, the inside becomes a sacred counterspell. You check the astrology — everything’s square. You check Human Design — not a single gate is open. You check your fridge — just shadows of meals that once had hope. So what do you do when the aura forecast screams “chaos approaching”? You ground. Not in the old-school “imagine roots from your feet” kind of way (though that works too). But in your   Reflector™ way : 🍵 Make a tea you don’t even want — just to feel real again. 🧘 Sit on the floor and let the furniture judge you. 🔌 Unplug your aura from collective Wi-Fi. 🛋️ Whisper to your sofa: “It’s not you. It’s them.” ✨ Open a window for the storm to exit — not enter. 🪞 Stare in the mirror until you remember who’s driving. And if nothing works? Put on incense. Put on pajamas. Put o...

  🌱   If you felt something in this post… Know that your quiet growth is seen. Your stillness matters. And sometimes, even the smallest plant knows what the world forgets: That survival itself is sacred. 📖   More writing + soft medicine   every week ✨ If you’d like to explore more reflections, soul whispers, or cosmic comedy: 📚   My books : Find them on Amazon 🌀   Wander through my world of reflections : https://hingslotus.carrd.co 🎬   Watch the Reflector in motion – cosmic skits, truths, and spiritual satire: YouTube: @hingslotus 🌕 Until next time — 🕯️ With gentleness, ~ HingsLotus 🌸

🎙️ Welcome back to another episode of   Buzzin’ Through Dimensions   — I’m your host, The Fly. Today’s episode?   “Inside the Apartment of the Reflector Who Thinks I’m a Sign.” Let’s get into it. She thinks I’m symbolic. A reflection. An energy scanner from a higher realm. (And she’s not wrong. I am wildly multidimensional.) I show up at her worst moments. Mid-meltdown. Right when she tries to meditate. Just as the tea finally cools. She calls me   "the most famous character in her life." And yet — she tries to kill me. Every. Single. Time. But I’m persistent. Like karmic loops. Like CPTSD flashbacks. Like emails from systems that think healing should come with a 9-digit case number. She thinks I bring chaos. But truth is — I show her where it already lives. In the cupboard. In the fridge. In her third eye. I don’t mean to annoy her. I just want to reflect her   buzz . And maybe drink some of that fancy herbal tea she keeps leaving half-finished. Next week, I’l...

  There are days when I don’t want to cook. When energy is low and I just wander around the kitchen, waiting for something to speak to me. Today was one of those days. But somehow… something answered. No recipe. No plan. Just a whisper: Noodles and rice. That brought me back to my college days, simple meals, little luxury, just enough to get by. And somehow, with what I had in the kitchen, a memory turned into a meal. 🦐 Shrimp. 🦀 Crabmeat. 🍗 Chicken sausage. 🌱 Okra. 🌿 My homemade herb paste. Fried in ghee… and seasoned with teriyaki, sesame, and chili sauce. Even the dates weren’t expired yet,  they showed up like quiet witnesses to something sacred. I made it. I tasted it. And I couldn’t believe it. It was   delicious . So good I wanted more, but I was already full. Sometimes soul food is created when you're not trying to impress   just trying to listen.” ~ HingsLotus ✨ Reflector Moment This wasn’t just food. It was a feeling. A memory. A return. A reminder. Of...

A Reflector’s Journey Where the Body Said No Before I Could I thought I was just going on a holiday. But I came home with something very different than sun and sand. I came home with a voice that cracked — and a soul that finally said “enough.” There are trips that leave you tired. And then there are trips where your body screams, but no one hears it. This trip was both. 🕯️ I didn’t just lose my voice. I lost the illusion that I still had to carry what had already shown it could never carry me. There wasn’t one big dramatic moment. Just small drops. Lack of accountability. Absence of real reflection. Expectations dressed up as friendship. Guilt disguised as care. I’ve traveled before with people who don’t really see me  but this time I felt it physically. My throat. My voice. My core. Everything said:   “No more.” And for the first time, I listened  not with my head, but with my whole system. I didn’t fight. I didn’t explain. I just left when my energy left. 🌿 Some heal...

  They say walls have ears. But what if they also have hearts? My apartment isn’t just where I live. It’s where I   unfold . Where my nervous system reboots. Where incense works overtime, and my doormat silently guards my aura like a tired soldier in fuzzy slippers. The quiet room that hears what I never say aloud. Some days, I swear the lamp dims with me. The kitchen shelf sighs. The chair I sit on becomes a witness, not just a seat. I once thought I chose this apartment. But now I know — it chose me too. It didn’t ask for constant cleaning. It asked for presence. Not decoration, but resonance. And on the days I couldn't speak, it didn't echo. It held the silence like a sacred bowl. No demands. Just subtle shifts in warmth, air, sound. This space has felt my tears. My dances. My forgotten cups of tea. It has seen me collapse, joke, write, and whisper truths out loud just to make them real. Some homes reflect your taste. But this one? It reflects   my texture. 🌱   I...

Some calls don’t come with a ringtone. Just a ripple in your soul. Somewhere in the ethers, I have missed calls from my soul. Voicemails left on spiritual answering machines: “Hey, just checking if you’re still coming to that awakening you scheduled six months ago…” “You were supposed to meet a lesson at 4:44 PM. It waited. Then left.” I don’t ignore them on purpose. Sometimes I just… don’t hear the phone. Other times, I’m in a life moment with   no reception. No bars. No bandwidth. No belief that I’m even worthy of what’s trying to reach me. And yet, some soul appointments arrive without reminders. Not in Google Calendar. But in heartbreak. In spontaneous tears. In laughter at the exact wrong time that somehow feels right. I used to think I missed too many. Like I failed some test. But the truth is,   the soul keeps calling . And when I stop panicking, I hear it again — soft, unbothered, knowing I’ll get the message eventually. Even if it has to call from a blocked number. 🌱...

The quiet ones hold the most.   There was once a spoon. Reliable. Polished. Always there. Stirring soups, holding healing teas, balancing just the right dose of honey into someone else’s chaos. It wasn’t flashy like the knife. Didn’t slice through problems. Wasn’t sharp. But it held. Until one day, it couldn’t. It wasn’t dramatic. The spoon just… laid there. Next to a cup it didn’t feel like filling anymore. No breakdown. No click. No clang. Just stillness. You see, spoons don’t scream. They don’t post long rants. They disappear into drawers quietly  until someone goes, “Where’s that good spoon?” It’s always the good spoon. The one that bends just right. The one that never scratched the bowl. The one you trusted when you were sick. That spoon held generations of exhaustion. And the last thing it stirred was   its own boundaries . Today, I honor all the spoons who couldn't anymore. The empaths. The Reflectors. The caregivers. The ones who kept holding, even when they were ...

There it sat. In the fridge. Every day, browning a little more. It was once vibrant yellow, now kissed with regret and sugar spots. It wasn’t just a banana. It was a reflection. Of everything I promised myself I’d get to. Every time I opened the fridge, it looked at me like, “You said you needed energy. I was ready.” And I looked back like, “I still might. Please don’t die yet.” Stages of potential, softness, and surrender. The banana became a friend. A therapist. A life coach. It reminded me of ideas left unripe… dreams postponed… boundaries that I   almost   set… and the many parts of me still waiting to be chosen first. But here’s the kicker: That banana was never mad. It just… softened. Like me. Until one day I realized: This wasn’t burnout. This was slow ripening. And maybe — just maybe — I’m not late. I’m just   becoming edible for the right moment. Some of us are just bananas with emotional range. And I’m okay with that now. 🌱   If you felt something in this ...

There are days the calendar simply… slips off the wall. Not physically — though that’s happened too,  but energetically. Time folds, clocks sigh, and somewhere between brushing my teeth and checking the moon, I forget what day it is. Again. It’s not memory loss. It’s memory liberation. I remember what matters. I forget what’s expected. People ask me, “Is it Monday already?” I’m still recovering from last week’s Friday. Or was that next week’s? Sometimes, my body wakes up before my soul clocks in. Other times, my soul is wide awake while my body decides it’s not participating. It’s not depression. It’s not laziness. It’s being tuned to the dimension where appointments don’t exist — only alignments. And on the days I   do   remember the day, someone else forgets. The package is late, the meeting is canceled, the moment passes — just as I showed up for it. Synchronicity or sabotage? At this point, I call it a co-creation dance with the Divine Calendar. So yes, I forgot what ...

🌿 Even If We Don’t Speak, Something Grew What My Spider Plant Mirrored Back to Me A Story of Silent Survival & Rooted Memory There’s a plant in my window I never asked for. It arrived during a time when I wasn’t exactly thriving, physically, emotionally or otherwise. A small gesture from a dear friend, planted, not just in soil, but in the strange pause between survival and surrender. Back then, I didn’t think it would last. I wasn’t sure   I   would last. But somehow… it did. Quietly. Without demand. Without being dramatic. Just - rooting. Like I’ve learned to do. She gave it to me from her own windowsill; a cutting from a plant she had somehow kept alive in a pot so tiny I still don’t know how it fit. It wasn’t wrapped in ceremony. Just a gift between friends who had shared countless memories in a life chapter that wasn’t glamorous, but was real. We had laughed, struggled, vented, and shared food and silence. And somewhere in that unspoken trust, she gave me a piece o...

I rarely enter contests. But this time, I listened to the timing and said yes — quietly. My book   Awakened and Breaking Free: Reclaiming Power and Resilience in a Flawed System   has now been entered into the   2025 Kindle Storyteller UK Award , a literary contest that honors voices across genres and themes. No big campaign. No loud fanfare. Just a gentle ripple and a whisper to the universe: “This story carries something worth sharing.” Here’s a passage from the chapter   “A Glimpse of Hope”   that still speaks to the core of why I wrote it: “Breaking free from the system doesn’t happen overnight. It starts with awareness, seeing the cage for what it is and understanding how it operates. From there, it’s about building the tools and practices that will help you navigate it without losing yourself, that suits your system of being.” Cover of “Awakened and Breaking Free: Reclaiming Power and Resilience in a Flawed System”  now entered in the 2025 Kindle Stor...

  Sometimes we try something out… not to be seen, but just to learn. This short video was my first attempt at using CapCut, not meant for anyone but me. But then I watched it again. And I realized… even this little piece, made without a plan, had presence. There’s something beautiful in letting the quiet speak. Not everything has to be polished to carry truth. I decided to share it as a Reflector Moment, maybe someone else needs this pause too. 📽️   Watch the video here : 👉   https://youtu.be/CZ_HGosi2XM 🛍️ Reflect & Flow with Ease If you're planning to explore books, spiritual tools, or soulful treats for yourself this season — you may want to access Amazon’s Prime benefits for faster delivery and exclusive deals. You can   sign up for a Prime trial or paid plan here   (and yes, I may receive a small thank-you bonus from Amazon, at no cost to you): 👉   https://www.amazon.com/amazonprime?tag=hingslotusref-20 Whether you stay or just browse, your pre...