I’m here to support you
in coming home
to the simplicity of stillness
and the sobriety of self-love.
“When we are no longer looking to life, or to others, or to our work, or to ‘enlightenment’ to give us whatever it is we imagine we are missing, then we can serve as a beacon of what’s already whole, already found, already home within us all. “
“Vigilance is our return to the flame of our deeper intent—to come home, to rest, to belong to ourselves, to be claimed by love.“
“Here, without a single thought, or duty or shred of significance— we are enough, we are worthy, we are sacred, and we belong.”
- Intuitive Reading & Reflection
- Wholehearted Presence
- Catalytic Discernment & Truth-telling
- Cultivating Stillness & Self-love
- Releasing Personal, Familial & Collective Trauma
- Summoning Self-honesty & Self-respect
- Fostering Forgiveness & Freedom
When we receive true support for meeting ourselves as we are, profound self-embrace and freedom can be realized.
“Jesua’s presence is a testimonial in itself. In dedicating her life to love, to truth, to awakening, she is the walking, breathing, giving extension of that commitment.
When she shines her light on you, you know you have been seen in the truth of your being.“
— Toni, intuitive, teacher & poet, Fort Bragg, CA
“When I am looking for sober clarity and sweet inspiration, I turn to Jesua.
She breaks open my heart; illuminating how every moment, no matter how difficult, is fodder for growth, part of our holy human curriculum.
Jesua is a teacher for this modern era, a guide for these troubling times when we must ask ourselves how to live an awakened life in the midst of so much that seems to be going wrong.”
—Sylvia Benito, wealth manager, author and medicine woman, Miami, FL
“Jesua is a truly extraordinary woman— a bright shining star, leading the way Home. She teaches as she lives: with clarity, intelligence, heart and humor…”
— Gangaji, world-renowned spiritual teacher and author
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