Recognizing and Receiving My Homelands

i will always remember 2025 as the year that God revealed to me my personal homelands, the specific geographical locations on the Earth that my soul is destined to call home.

my first homeland connection, with St. Petersburg, Florida, came in out of nowhere very quickly, going from 0 to 100 in the last year or so. it was a complete surprise to me, that totally upended my reality for a while.

i only became aware of the city, and the larger Tampa Bay region, through my God-assigned prophet and prophetic ministry, which was online-only for most of the years that i’ve been planted there, then opened their first physical church in St. Pete in 2024.

one of their inaugural events for the new building was a 7-day breakthrough service, which was both a limited capacity in-person event and a livestream series for the larger virtual congregation. God made it clear that He had something there for me that i could only get in person, so i booked an airbnb for the week and flew in.

it was my first pilgrimage to a Spirit-filled, supernatural church, and my first time visiting Tampa Bay and St. Pete. i didn’t get the chance to do much sightseeing, because i was so deeply immersed in the event portal. but in the limited time that i was out and about in the area, unusual things kept happening.

a major problem popped up… and then resolved itself in just a few hours, with zero stress and minimal effort on my part.

people that i interacted with were seeing and addressing me differently. strangers passing by were saying things that i had just been thinking in my internal conversation with God, or bringing up facets of my destiny that had been on my mind.

even the wildlife was engaging with me differently. on my first day exploring the land, i had a giant blue heron drop down from the sky into my path and perch right in front of me, staring directly into my eyes, like it was welcoming me there.

i had this very peculiar sense that my co-creative fractal of reality was different there, like i could access more of my personal Heaven on Earth on this land than anywhere else. i was getting used to things going well for me more often than not as my timeline elevated, but this was a whole other level, like an organic timeline squared.

i was interested. i was intrigued. and as the event came to a close, i realized that i didn’t want to leave. i didn’t know why… but my heart was actually aching at the thought of getting on the plane and going home. my prophet had prophesied weeks ago that many people would be moving to the area for the church, and now i could feel that potential future timeline swirling all around me.

during the last days of the event, God gave me a dream where i experienced waking up in both the bedroom of my airbnb and my bedroom back in Georgia simultaneously… and felt an inner knowing that i would somehow remain in both places at once after i left, like my soul had anchored into St. Pete so deeply that week that even with my upcoming departure, i wouldn’t actually be leaving.

after returning to Georgia, i received the instruction from God to relocate to Tampa Bay asap, even though it made no logical or financial sense to do so. i said yes, and took the leap of committing to a temporary place i was guided to… and ended up living at the intersection of Kings Highway and Heaven Sent Lane. the street number was based on my birthdate, and my birthname was written into the concrete of the backyard patio. my mind was blown.

but even with all this confirmation, i still felt confused about why i was so deeply called to stay there and how my organic home and lifestyle templates fit into it all. it was completely counterintuitive for me to personally be drawn to a life in Tampa Bay. i’m not much of a beach or water person, and have never wanted to live anywhere that was warm and tropical year-round.

i had this vague awareness that my positioning there was about much more than the church, and that my obedience to fully move was anchoring in something big for me… but that was all i knew.

it wasn’t until the first night that i walked onto St. Pete Pier and looked back at the city that everything finally clicked. i saw the golden lights of the skyscrapers glimmering over the waters for the very first time… and felt my spirit start to lift and soar within my body. it was a euphoric feeling, a feeling of recognition, a feeling that whispered…

< home, home, this is home. >

it was domestic love at first sight, and it hit me like a lightning strike. i realized that i could co-create my dream life here. my home and lifestyle templates didn’t line up with the local beaches or suburbs, but they fit perfectly into downtown St. Petersburg, like pieces in a puzzle. the bustling heart of the city, nestled into the tranquil bay.

whenever i imagined settling down there, it felt like the perfect balance of peace and happiness, excitement and stability, routine and adventure.

it was my first time recognizing a place that God made for me, a place where i was meant to live. a homeland.

my second homeland connection, with Boston, Massachusetts, has been gently and steadily growing over my lifetime, with a dawning realization that home was there all along.

Boston is the place that i always felt a mysterious pull to, since my days as a young girl visiting family in the state. i would look out the backseat car window at the lights speeding by as we rode through downtown on the highway… and feel this deep longing and nostalgia that i couldn’t explain.

the most unusual part of my long-standing connection with Boston is how little linear time i’ve spent there, but how big the impact of following my soul’s call to the city has been for my destiny so far. i’ve gone back and forth between Georgia and Massachusetts all my life, and lived in the state for six years. but in all that time, i’ve only ever spent one summer in the city proper— and that summer became the most important season of my life.

when i was in high school deciding where to go to college, i knew on some level that Massachusetts was where i was meant to be, so i was guided to apply only to colleges there— to my mother’s dismay. i had a clear top choice, and all these mystical syncs and signs around the school showed up for me and my family to confirm it (this is normal to me now but was so crazy to experience back then, because we were all fast asleep in the matrix. lol). my official acceptance and decision to attend brought me into my first four years of living in the state, in Western Mass. this was a very difficult and often miserable phase in my life… but also, the start of my spiritual awakening.

i moved to Boston proper for the first time ever after graduating. and there, in the city, is exactly where the most important event of my life happened… my first ever instantaneous physical miracle. that was the end of my old life, and the beginning of a completely new one.

i spent just a few short months in the neighborhood of my miracle before life took me to the South Shore for two more years. there, i went through some of the most intense initiations around multidimensional reality and spiritual warfare, and followed my soul nudge to leave my office job and start to use my gifts as an professional intuitive, which eventually became the full-time supernatural mission work i walk in today.

i ended up moving from Massachusetts back to Georgia just before the pandemic hit… and was so, so sad to go, because even though most of my time there had been painful, it still felt like i was leaving behind a part of my heart.

this year was my first time returning to the state in another six years, and my first time back in Boston ever since my miracle. God asked me to travel there as part of my landwork tour with a sister-in-service through Salem and other parts of MA.

to be honest, i wasn’t sure what to expect.

with the exception of my miracle, my timeline living in MA was completely fallen, hijacked by the enemy into repeated experiences of soul torment and despair. and even though i healed all the wounds and trauma cycles that were created or deepened there long ago… i wasn’t sure what my experience would be like there now, in a completely different dimension of Kingdom reality.

with my homeland link to St. Petersburg dropping in out of nowhere with such potency, i wasn’t sure if my long-standing connection to Boston as the woman i am now would feel the same or be just as deep. my heart would leap at the thought of returning to the city after so long, but i wasn’t sure if it was really somewhere that the Father wanted me to live as well, or if St. Pete was all that i needed.

i needed God to confirm what Boston meant to me now, and if it could really be a core part of my dream life, in the context of my Kingdom destiny— and He delivered.

the homeland syncs started at the airport. while i was heading to my gate, i noticed a sign for an art installation, a machine that would print out a short story on a receipt for you to read.

i pushed the button… and was given a story called “Time to Go Home.” as soon as i read the title, i felt my spirit beginning to stir.

after landing in the city and waiting in the terminal for my sister-in-service to arrive, i felt God connect my field to the spirit of the land, and all the wounds and blocks in his energetic body began to surface. our landwork tour had officially started, and Boston was first in line to receive redemptive healing. it made me so happy to be able to give back to my miracle city in this way, and support his unique role in God’s Kingdom agenda.

we spent very limited time in Boston during our trip, due to our supernaturally packed itinerary and the accelerated productivity needed to work on Salem and multiple other towns in less than a week. but it felt like such a blessing for me to be there again, even for just a few hours.

after meeting at the airport, we picked up the rental car, stopped to grab chai lattes at a local coffee shop, then headed straight to Salem for the first land and grid intel visit. i was on cloud 9 as we rode through downtown Boston on the most perfectly moody fall day, and i ran the deliverance prayers that the city needed.

when we drove past the West End, we passed a huge mural that read, “the greatest neighborhood this side of Heaven.” and i felt the undeniable Truth from God in it, for me.

as i admired all the beautiful, historic buildings i hadn’t seen up close before, my spirit began to stir and soar again, in that now-familiar supernatural sense.

< home, home, this is home. >

my love affair with this city is still being written… but it’s off to an incredible start. Boston is the homeland that has held me through some of my biggest breakthroughs and initiations so far… and i know there are even more to come.

all year, God has been teaching me what His definition of a homeland is for His children. it’s not necessarily the same as a hometown, the place where you grew up, or an ancestral land, where your family may have been rooted for generations.

the link between you and your homeland goes all the way back to the beginning of Creation. it is a specific location where God thought of your eternal self and everything you need to be happy, while He was forming the land and guiding its human history, to make it into the perfect environment for your body, soul, and spirit to call home.

just like He directs the growth and stature of each and every type of tree in the Earth’s fields and forests, to sprout the perfect branches for each and every type of bird to build their nest.

there can be many places all around the globe that we connect with deeply, and receive nourishment and medicine from… but only our homelands can host the distinct Kingdom lifestyle fractal that we are each meant to experience on a daily basis.

the more time that i spend in my homeland cities, the more that i can feel the specificity of this. how both St. Pete and Boston were developed by God with me in mind— and all the other past-present-future residents who are pre-destined to settle there.

each one is uniquely and perfectly suited to host my personal Heaven on Earth. i can see and sense it everywhere in the buildings, the streets, the parks, the businesses, the views… all of it is so precisely coded to my heart and soul, and what i truly need to be happy.

i feel like it’s most common for souls to have just one homeland in their earthly lives and beyond. those who are travel-called, and/or have global missions, are more likely to have additional homelands, which could be co-primary like mine or secondary. those who are meant to live nomadically could have several homelands in different countries, or possibly a broader niche of location where they’re always at home.

saying yes to God’s highly unreasonable request for me to move to Tampa Bay was the key that unlocked so much for me around home, travel, and lifestyle. i received both the confirmations for where i’m meant to live in the world, and the corresponding upgrades to my Kingdom lifestyle template, the energetic blueprint for the dream life that i’m meant to co-create with Him.

it’s a lifestyle that is modern and sacred, with cozy, peaceful home temples tucked into vibrant urban jungles.

it’s a lifestyle that is grounded and adventurous, with global mission assignments transitioning into seasons of rest in my two favorite places.

it’s a lifestyle that is migratory and rooted, with sunny days and palm trees balanced perfectly with autumn leaves and snowflakes.

whenever i imagine combining my domestic dreams in St. Pete and Boston into one, and moving freely between them in my daily life and service flow, it brings me so much joy.

i feel so blessed to have not just one, but two homelands on the Earth, as gifts from my Father just for me.

for the time being, i’ve been released from staying in Tampa Bay, and i’m not sure when i’ll return to either St. Pete or Boston. i’m still planted in my home church and will continue to attend services there, but i’m taking on some new mission assignments in 2026 that may require living outside of FL and MA most of the time.

the Father has given me a pretty clear vision of my future Kingdom life in both cities, so we’ll see how things flow until then. but even as my body continues to roam, i can feel that my soul and spirit are now energetically settled into my homelands, and i am soooo looking forward to the days when i will be able to physically nest into them as well.