Amanda Valpey

If you feel the pull, I’d love to chat….and if you know someone who might be a fit, connect us!

HMU

Peace, love & sparkles, y’all ✨🫶🏼💗

I came here to break every rule

To unbind myself from every thread and hook that maimed, bound and gagged my ancestors and yours

To break the chains of every limit and self-imposed bu****it story I bought into because I wasn’t yet ready to burn through my yearning to

Conform
Perform
Contort
Extract
Protect

We do this to the point we don’t know who we even are so the pain of of the split becomes absolutely unbearable

Every heartbeat feels like a slow death when you are existing as a shell of you

Every moment feels like burning alive as your skin melts choose the path of self sacrifice over reclamation

When you finally choose the path of undoing, it feels like a breath of fresh air

A clean pool of crisp clear water

Until you look back and see the mess and muck you’ve been swimming in all because you ignored the Truth

You crucified yourself for a system designed to burn you alive

Knowing that your radiance and truth could undo it all

The power of your non-compliance with all that seeks to keep you in the dark

Blind to yourself because you were more afraid of the illusion of safety than to the ache in your own soul to simply live as the whole truth of you

Our light reminds of of all we had to dim to survive

So we pretend we aren’t the ones we’ve been waiting for

We play at being weak and not enough

To remember just how fu***ng powerful we actually are

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I came here to break every rule—

AND YOU DID TOO.

Are you ready to claim that?

If these words cracked something open in you—
you already know.
You’re the one too.
You always were.

Come walk the edge with me.
Book a session, visit the shop, or simply say yes to your own undoing.
The portal is open.

www.lovepescadero.com

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May I be the one?

May I be the altar for your sacred undoing
May I be the threshold into unknown worlds
May I be the permission you never needed
May I be the sacred wake-up call

May I be the keeper of the tender secrets you’re too afraid to share

May I be the one who whispers the truth when you’re lost in the muck

May I be the reminder that the only lock on the cage is in your own hands

May I be the remembrance of what was never lost, only forgotten

May I be the portal through which you choose your un-becoming, BEing who you’ve always been

May I be the one who witnesses all of YOU as you witness the YOU that never left

You are the one

The one you’ve been waiting for
The one who always saw you
Knew your brilliance
Felt your fire
Invoked your radiance when it became too painful to hold back

Called upon the now moment
To remind you
You never left home

I AM

REQUEST FOR SACRED SUPPORT :
The sacred flame is lit. And I’m ready to be fully supported.

The last 6 months have been particularly brutal as small retailer in a predominantly tourist driven town. And while we are moving into the busy season, things have not picked up consistently yet.

So I’m putting out the call for support from my community so I can continue to provide a hub for love and connection and continue to support local artists while providing an alternative to big box shops in our tiny coastal town of Pescadero.

I’m calling in $4,400 this week to clear rent obligations for the store and home—and more than anything, to clear the energetic field so I can keep showing up in service, creativity, and flow.

I’m doing the work. I’ve said the prayers. I’m taking the aligned actions. Now I’m opening the channel to receive.

If my work has touched you, if you’ve been waiting to book, or if you simply feel called to hold me in this moment—now is the time.

Ways to support right now:

✨Book a reading or session (links in bio)

✨ Make a purchase on the website - either www.lovepescadero.com or https://lovepescadero.square.site/

✨ Send a love offering or tip (any little bit helps - truly)

✨Share my work or name with your communities and/or someone who needs it

✨Light a candle, say a prayer, hold the field with me

In deep gratitude and appreciation for witnessing me and for any support you are open to provide. I am honored to be a beacon of light and provide an alternative these uncertain times. Thank you. 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

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The past is not an indicator of any thing.

No thing can be predicted the cleaner, clearer & crisper you get.

The Void is empty.

Therefore, there is no thing to pull from.

No thing to lean on, cling to.

No thing to visualize.

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Not sure where this beauty came from, have some vague recollection of dropping seeds in the planter - could’ve been a dream.

But honestly, the poppies may as well have sprung from thin air as I certainly have neglected the planter since last fall. 😂

As with all things, seeds are planted and harvested to infinity and beyond -

Wise and self-sufficient becoming what they always were

The magic is in witnessing the blossoming -

Moment by moment.

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People often ask me what I do….

Because as an oracle -
I don’t offer answers
I open doors
Portals into dimensions you forgot existed.

I am a channel, yes—but more than that, I’m a threshold keeper.

I guide you into the spaces you’ve been avoiding—
the shadowy corners of your body, your story, your lineage—
not to “fix” or “heal” you, but to reveal what was always sacred underneath.

When we commune, I tune into what’s unspoken.

I hear the whispers in your bones.

I feel the frequencies you’ve forgotten how to name.

Sometimes I speak what your soul has been screaming in silence.

Sometimes I become the voice of your ancestors, your future self, or the archetypes walking beside you.

Sometimes I simply allow the space for you to remember yourself.

My work weaves many threads:
• Oracular insight
• Ancestral transmutation
• Mythic remembrance
• Energetic alchemy
• Radical truth-telling

But it’s not about the tools—it’s about the field I embody….

The space where shame dissolves
Where pain speaks
Where the body reconnects to Truth
Where the wild parts of you—the messy, magical, magnificent ones—are finally safe to re-emerge

I don’t offer prescriptive formulas.
I offer presence, precision, permission.
I let Spirit move through me, speak through me, love through me.

And for those who are ready to step beyond old identities, to drop the armor, to walk the sacred edge of becoming—
I am here.
I see you.
Let’s fǔkin’ go….

You know the time is now,
The only time there is.
What are you waiting for?

Mother Kali, fierce and holy,
I stand before you bare,
No masks, no illusions, no more pretending.
Tear from me what I have outgrown.
Cut the cords that bind me to fear, to silence, to stories not mine.

I release the need to be palatable, perfect, or pleasing.
I release the fantasy of harmony at the cost of my truth.
I release the belief that I must carry the pain of others to be worthy of love.

Kali Ma, I welcome your fire.
Burn away what is false.
Strip me to the bone,
And let only my soul remain.

Let my sword be truth.
Let my body be a temple of liberation.
Let my voice rise like thunder through the forest of silence.

With the strength of Quaking Aspen behind me,
I no longer tremble—I root.
I no longer hide—I rise.

I am not broken. I am born again.
I am not afraid. I am forged in flame.
I am not alone. I am part of the great unraveling and the great becoming.

Kali, guide me.
Wands of fire, light my path.
Ancestors, walk beside me.
It is time.

It is time.
It is time.
And I am ready.

The fierce grace of Kali has spoken—not once, but twice.
This isn’t destruction for destruction’s sake.
It’s soul reclamation.
It’s spell-breaking.
It’s the fire of truth burning through illusion so I can rise, unbound.
I’m not afraid of the dark.
I am the light that lives in it.

Want more like this? Link in bio for offerings, sessions, and my latest soul transmissions.
The path of shadow and fire is sacred—and you don’t have to walk it alone.

So much stirring in this eclipse portal

So much being uprooted, unearthed

Deep shedding of what wasn’t ours to carry

Releasing the old, dead stories of our ancestors and their pain

This transmutation

Germinating the seeds

Of Liberation

Of Hope

Of Love

And Joy

During the darkest of hours

The growth

And unlimited possibility

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This thread is prompted by a return client’s reading yesterday that couldn’t have been more clear…..

The message:

“It’s your time. Now is it - go time FRFR. Your radiance and shine are beaming out of you, no holds barred, no holding back. Be the all of you that the world is ready and waiting for. You wanna sing? Do it. You wanna podcast? There’s never been a better time, except for yesterday. Want babies? They’re ready and waiting for you, if you’re ready to claim it. Your settling isn’t serving, least of all you. And while you’re here being affirmed ~ YOU ALREADY KNOW. So stop wondering, ‘cause you ALREADY know.”

She said, “dang, you’re mean.”

So I said, “but am I wrong?”

She smirked.

Needless to say, here’s the instructions for when YOU KNOW, and you know you know but you don’t wanna take action on what you know. But you know you gotta move because the NOW demands it lest you fall down the muggle hole.

Sweet Softness

Oh beautiful, tender
Body of mine

You have carried the me that
Desires exploration

Holding
Tenderness
Depth

The me that didn’t know how
To relate to the outside world
While yearning for connection

You shielded and protected me
From the harshness
I carried
And the pain
I consumed and recycled

Transmuted
Processed
Healed

Forever turning straw into gold

All while growing softer
And expanding my edges

Carrying the weight of the world
As if it was mine to carry

Dancing
Shaking
Moving

I hid in your recesses
I basked in your pleasure
Like a kitten sprawled across the velvet
Of my bed
Sunlight infusing everything
With the glow
Of ease

Radiant and brilliant
In all your magical, mystical ways

Harboring
The eternal runaway

Made of cosmic dust
Stars
And the infinite

Exhale
Of
All
That
Is

Thank you
Thank you
Thank you

For the space
To live
Love
Laugh
Grow
Play
Break
Reconfigure
Restructure
Remember

The weight of the human
Lives in the tissues

The lightness
Of Being
Sings with delight

At the beauty and wonder
Of it all