In Heroes, much of the story revolves around DNA and evolution. The idea is that human beings are coded for more, and one day, those hidden codes “switch on.” For me, watching the show felt like remembering something I already knew. It was as if my own DNA was whispering: 

You too have gifts. Pay attention.

The Marvel Universe has always fascinated me, not only for its dazzling visuals or complex characters, but for the deeper truths hidden beneath the action. Every hero’s journey in Marvel is, at its core, a spiritual awakening. Whether it’s Black Panther connecting to his ancestral realm, Wanda Maxim off learning to face the chaos within, or Doctor Strange surrendering to the unknown, these stories speak to something timeless: the remembrance of the supernatural self.

But The Craft isn’t just about witchcraft. It’s about what happens when women remember who they are. When they stop apologizing for their magic. When they realize that pain can be alchemized, that wounds can become portals.

Cameron enters a world where winning comes at a price most of us will never understand. Behind the glamour, the press conferences, the rings and the trophies, there’s an economy of power that demands sacrifice. Literal sacrifice.

Long before I ever held a crystal or walked into the spiritual section of a bookstore, I was watching The Craft on a rainy night, completely captivated by four teenage girls who weren’t just misfits, they were magic. Their power wasn’t metaphorical. It was ancestral. Elemental. Real.

Somewhere between their spells and their shadows, I felt a flicker of something inside me.

Eve’s Bayou (1997), Kasi Lemmons’ haunting Southern Gothic debut, unfolds in a prosperous Creole community in Louisiana during the 1960s.

At first glance, it seemed like a Southern gothic film, a stylish period piece filled with smoke, blues, and blood. But after my fourth viewing, it became crystal clear: Sinners is not a film. It’s a ritual.

In September 2024, I had the honor of attending a special presentation of The Piano Lesson during the Toronto International Film Festival.

At first glance, Ani seems like a woman who has everything under control. Her unapologetic confidence and adaptability are magnetic, and you can’t help but admire her.

For over 50 years, Bethann has been the unwavering voice of Black representation in the fashion industry

It was 1984. When Doves Cry poured out of the radio.
I was ten years young. A distorted guitar tore straight through my spine; my ears woke up instantly. A hypnotizing drum sound dropped and knocked on my heart, while the guitar kept shredding, then it cut to a hard halt and went on in the background. An eerie voice let out strange, otherworldly sounds. A synthesizer played an East-Asian sounding melody, and then his low voice slid in: “Dig if you will the picture... of you and I engaged in a kiss.” I became a fan on the intro alone, but his voice sealed it. It was my first eargasm.

She wasn’t just singing lyrics. She was speaking in frequency. She was talking about concepts I had never heard before, but somehow, I recognized them. Not with my mind, with my spirit. I wanted to know more. Who was this wise woman who overstood dimensions? Who moved like she had lived many lives?

I have always believed that music must have a purpose — to heal, to shift consciousness, to awaken something in us. Vibrations and words are not just sound — they are magic, and that is something sacred.

Artists who honor that truth are more than performers. They are earth angels, healers, and messengers. They understand their assignment: to guide us, to remind us, to call us back to ourselves.

This blog is both my reflection today and a continuation of what my dear friend Grace Wong-Si-Kwie wrote for iloveinspiration.nl back in 2018, when APESHT* first shook the culture. Her words captured the urgency of that moment. Mine carry it forward into a divine frequency.

When Gaga says she “blacks out” during performance, what she’s really describing is channeling. In mysticism and performance art, there is a state where the ego dissolves and Spirit takes over.

Being raised in a predominantly Caucasian environment, I didn’t always see myself reflected in the world around me. But I found mirrors in music