Blissfully Balanced

Blissfully Balanced Welcome to my page! I offer support in becoming "Blissfully Balanced " in HEALTH, WORK, & LIFE! My name is Joei. We are here. It is time to feel the BLISS.

My name is Joei Marie and an RN and Medical intuitive, my journey of helping and healing myself and my life, has led me to my calling to help YOU! I am a 52 year old woman who has lived many lives in one. In my truest heart, I want to share that I am turning into the light out of the tunnel after many years of self-discovery and actualization through diving deep into healing through inner-child /

shadow work. That little girl was born to do big things, she just needed to realize that. I am here to show you that learning to accept the love that is offered to you in life...realizing it and learning to feel what was being offered is key. And I want to help you find the balance you need to experience YOUR "BLISSFUL BALANCE." We are all uniquely designed so each individual healing experience must be approached intricately. As I continue my journey, I hope to help you in finding your footing on yours.

05/29/2026

Most women have never met the version of themselves that feels deeply desired, deeply awakened, and fully alive in her body.

She wants masculine energy that makes her body tremble through presence alone.

She wants slow tension, teasing energy, intense eye contact, deep kisses, hands that pull her closer, and connection that awakens every hidden desire sleeping inside her body.

She wants to feel emotionally and physically tasted inch by inch, slowly, deeply, passionately.

She wants touch that makes her stop thinking and start feeling.

She wants masculine energy that slowly tastes her breath, her neck, her emotions, her reactions, and every hidden craving living inside her body.

She wants to breathe heavier, smile uncontrollably, blush, melt, and lose herself in moments where her body no longer feels guarded.

She wants chemistry so intense that her whole body reacts naturally without forcing anything.

She wants passion that builds slowly… where anticipation itself becomes addictive.

She wants masculine presence that can handle her softness, her emotions, her intensity, her wildness, and her deepest cravings.

She wants playful teasing, whispered words, deep tension, strong presence, and moments that make her body feel completely consumed by desire.

She wants to express the loudest moan from the deepest part of herself when she finally feels emotionally safe enough to let go completely.

She wants to feel wanted beyond her body.
Wanted through energy.
Through attention.
Through emotional depth.
Through masculine devotion.

She wants intensity mixed with tenderness.
Craving mixed with emotional connection.
Softness mixed with raw attraction.

And deep down, she wants to become the woman who no longer suppresses her desire, her sensuality, her emotions, or the fire living inside her body.

And deep down, she wants to become the woman who no longer hides her sensuality, her desire, her emotions, or the fire awakening inside her body.

But that is not possible until she heals the wounds stored deeply inside her body, emotions, and nervous system.

Because a wounded woman suppresses herself.
A healing woman starts opening emotionally, sensually, and energetically.

The more she heals, the more her body starts flowing naturally with softness, desire, expression, emotions, confidence, and deep feminine energy.

Comment, “I want this,” so you become open to healing, deeper connection, emotional freedom, and the opportunities that guide you back to your true self.

- Abhikesh

05/20/2026

Trigger warning on this one meant to create AWARENESS… not Fear.

Ultimate Sovereignty in its truest measure … is meant to feel “Full” in our most aligned energetic balance. In this state we could walk through a crowd of people operating in any level of consciousness, and emerge out the other side not being entangled with the chaos, and any attachments formed during that journey will easily fall off with little to
no effort.

Let me
just say this… NO ONe is “Behind”… we ARE EXACTLY where we are meant to be!!!

HOWEVER… unfortunately this IS an actual “THING”… though it is NOT NEW! We have been experiencing this from Day One! Only we were unaware… and for the most part those who WERE aware were using our energy to their advantage… sometimes from an unconscious intention… very often intentionally.

I recently learned the terminology for this time in history as being labeled the “Intelligence Age”

It’s a tough juncture! However, I do believe being aware of truth, and those of us who can truly step into these times of knowing ourselves and doing what it takes to help our own alignment will make it possible to walk in our truths.

I have done a lot of this work.

Anyone who is interested I would love to shed some light. I also am trained to help guide those who are ready to move into more heightened awareness… in an AUTHENTIC way.

Cheers to these new Waves!

Let’s create a foundation together that will naturally assist in BLISSFUL BALANCE!

LOTS

05/13/2026

Divine Masculine Healing is Slow — Healing Happens Layer by Layer

The healing journey of the Divine Masculine is often very slow, deep, and complex because his emotional wounds are usually hidden beneath years of suppression, survival patterns, ego conditioning, and emotional protection mechanisms. Unlike surface-level healing, the Divine Masculine’s transformation happens layer by layer. Spiritually, the soul cannot force this process because every emotional wall, fear, and hidden wound must be confronted gradually and consciously.

Many Divine Masculines grow up learning to suppress emotions rather than express them openly. Society often teaches them to appear strong, logical, emotionally controlled, and independent. Because of this conditioning, many Divine Masculines disconnect from their emotional world very early in life. They may learn to hide pain, ignore vulnerability, avoid emotional conversations, and bury emotional trauma deep within themselves. Outwardly they may appear calm or emotionally distant, but internally many carry unprocessed emotional wounds silently for years.

This is why healing for the Divine Masculine often takes time. The soul is not only healing present-life emotional pain; it may also be healing childhood trauma, abandonment wounds, karmic fears, ancestral conditioning, emotional suppression, trust issues, guilt, rejection wounds, fear of intimacy, fear of vulnerability, and previous birth emotional patterns. These emotional layers cannot disappear overnight because they are deeply rooted within the subconscious mind and nervous system.

The Divine Masculine often heals differently from the Divine Feminine. While the Divine Feminine may openly cry, release emotions, reflect deeply, and seek healing consciously, the Divine Masculine may initially resist healing completely. He may distract himself through work, responsibilities, silence, avoidance, addictions, social activity, material success, or emotional detachment. Spiritually, this resistance happens because healing requires him to confront emotions he spent years trying to avoid.

A true healer understands that the Divine Masculine cannot be forced into awakening or emotional openness aggressively. Real healing happens through patience, emotional safety, understanding, compassion, truth, and energetic stability. Healing the Divine Masculine requires reaching the wounded inner self hidden beneath the protective outer layers.

The phrase “layer by layer” is deeply important because the Divine Masculine often carries multiple emotional masks simultaneously. Beneath anger may exist fear. Beneath silence may exist emotional pain. Beneath avoidance may exist deep longing. Beneath ego may exist insecurity. Beneath emotional distance may exist fear of rejection or abandonment. Each layer protects an even deeper wound underneath it.

A true healer does not only look at the Divine Masculine’s external behavior. They understand the emotional pain hidden beneath the surface. Sometimes the Divine Masculine may appear cold, detached, inconsistent, emotionally unavailable, or confused, but internally his soul may be struggling deeply with emotions he cannot fully process or express yet.

Healing the Divine Masculine also requires nervous system healing. Many Divine Masculines live in constant emotional survival mode without realizing it. Their body and nervous system may remain conditioned toward emotional suppression, hyper-independence, stress, emotional avoidance, or fear-based reactions. Until the nervous system begins feeling emotionally safe, true vulnerability and healing become difficult.

A true healer creates emotional safety rather than emotional pressure. The Divine Masculine heals more deeply when he feels accepted, emotionally understood, spiritually seen, and safe enough to face his inner wounds without judgment or shame. Healing cannot grow properly where fear, emotional manipulation, control, or constant pressure exist.

However, true healing also requires accountability. Healing the Divine Masculine does not mean enabling unhealthy behavior or accepting emotional harm silently. A true healer understands the importance of boundaries, truth, emotional responsibility, and balance. Compassion without boundaries can become self-destruction, especially in emotionally intense Twin Flame dynamics.

Spiritually, the Divine Masculine’s slow healing process often teaches patience to both souls. The Divine Feminine may sometimes feel frustrated because she senses the soul connection deeply and wishes the Divine Masculine would awaken faster emotionally. But real healing cannot be rushed artificially. Every emotional layer must dissolve naturally through inner awareness, soul lessons, karmic experiences, emotional pain, and spiritual growth.

The Divine Masculine often heals through life experiences themselves. Loss, separation, loneliness, karmic lessons, emotional consequences, spiritual awakening, silence, heartbreak, inner emptiness, and soul longing gradually begin breaking his emotional walls. Slowly, the soul starts guiding him inward toward self-awareness and emotional truth.

As healing deepens layer by layer, the Divine Masculine begins reconnecting with emotions he once suppressed. He may become more emotionally reflective, spiritually aware, compassionate, vulnerable, honest, and emotionally mature. The healing process slowly softens the nervous system, heart energy, emotional reactions, and ego defenses.

The Twin Flame journey itself becomes part of this healing process. The Divine Feminine often acts as a spiritual mirror activating hidden wounds and emotional awakening within the Divine Masculine. However, she cannot fully heal him alone. Ultimately, the Divine Masculine must choose healing consciously within himself.

In the end, true healing for the Divine Masculine is not about becoming emotionally perfect overnight. It is about slowly removing emotional armor layer by layer until the authentic soul beneath the pain can finally breathe freely. The process may be slow, but every healed layer brings him closer to emotional truth, inner peace, spiritual awakening, and the ability to experience divine love more consciously and honestly.
— Written by ksshiroddakartik

05/11/2026

The day I turned sixty, for the first time in a very long time, I didn’t want to be just “the mom,” “the grandma,” or “the wife who can handle everything.” I wanted to be a woman. A woman of flesh and blood who looks in the mirror and, instead of searching for wrinkles, sees that there is still fire inside her.

That’s why I bought the red dress.

It wasn’t a flashy dress, or vulgar, or one of those dresses that make people say, “Oh wow, now she’s gone too far.” It was beautiful, elegant, made of soft fabric that fell just below the knee. But the color… the color was brave. A red I hadn’t dared to wear in years, because for decades I had chosen navy blue, gray, or beige — colors meant to go unnoticed and not make anyone uncomfortable.

But this time, I wanted to be seen.

I got ready for my party with the excitement of a young girl. I did my hair slowly, put on my makeup carefully, taking my time. I even took out the perfume he had given me years ago for an anniversary. I remember he once told me that scent was “mine.” Women keep those little details in their souls, even when men no longer remember the last time they knew how to be tender.

Everything in the house was ready: the snacks, the glasses, the candles. The cake was in the fridge. My grandchildren ran around with balloons, my daughter arranged the napkins, and my son arrived with flowers. In the vase were red roses, as if they had coordinated with my dress.

I walked into the living room and waited.

I wasn’t expecting diamonds, an expensive gift, or a grand speech.
I was waiting for a look.
A sweet word.

He came home heavy and tired, as always. He tossed his keys at the entrance, took off his jacket, and finally looked at me.
I even smiled too early.

And what he said was:
“So where are you going all dressed up like that? At your age, it’s almost ridiculous to dress like that.”

And that was it.

His words didn’t just fall into the room; they landed straight in my heart.
There I was, in the middle of my party, wearing my red dress and my carefully done hair, with my heart waiting for just a little bit of love. And he looked at me as if I had done something embarrassing.

“I thought I looked nice,” I said quietly.

He just gave me a look of contempt.
“Well, you’re not twenty anymore, are you?”

Then he walked past me. He didn’t hug me. He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t even say “happy birthday.”

I locked myself in the bathroom.
At first, I tried not to cry because of the mascara, because of the guests, because of my children. But eventually I stopped caring. Tears rolled down my face, my makeup smeared, and the red dress in the mirror no longer looked elegant — it looked sad. I was angry at myself for letting him steal my joy so easily.

Sixty years old.
Forty of them by his side.

I gave birth to his children, cooked his soups, stretched every penny, cared for him in hospitals, endured his temper, and justified his coldness by saying, “He’s tired,” “That’s just his personality,” “It’s work stress.” I convinced myself that as long as he was there, we still had a family.

But in that moment, something finally hit me: I had spent years living on crumbs. An occasional “thank you” or a single day without complaints was enough to convince me that it was love.

I washed my face. I took off the dress. I put on my old jeans and a gray sweater. I went back out to the guests, smiled, blew out the birthday candles, and listened to my grandchildren sing “Las Mañanitas” to me. I laughed with them, even though inside I felt shattered.

My children noticed. Of course they did. But in families like ours, everyone becomes an expert at pretending nothing is wrong. “So the party won’t be ruined,” “That’s just how Dad is,” “Mom can handle anything.”

After midnight, I cleared the table. Washed the dishes. Cleaned the crumbs. He was sprawled on the couch watching soccer as if it were any ordinary day.

I stood at the doorway and said:
“You didn’t even wish me a happy birthday.”

He didn’t even take his eyes off the television.
“Well, I bought you the food processor. What else do you want?”

And look, in that moment something inside me didn’t break — it finally fell into place.

I no longer wanted to explain to a man that a woman doesn’t need a kitchen appliance; she needs to feel loved. That a gift reminding you of housework is not a meaningful gesture. That forty years together do not give someone the right to treat you like an old piece of furniture.

The next morning, I woke up early.
I left a note in the kitchen: “I went to my mother’s house. I’ll be back later.”

But then I went back into the bedroom.
I opened the closet. Took out the red dress.
And put it on again.

This time without fear. Without waiting for anyone’s permission. Without that foolish hope that he would tell me whether I had the right to feel beautiful.

I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself for a long time.
Yes, I had wrinkles. Yes, my body wasn’t the same as before. Yes, life had left its marks on me.

But I was alive.
I was a woman.
And I could still choose myself.

I made myself a coffee, opened my laptop, and searched for a trip to Italy. Florence. Rome. The coast. A small hotel with a balcony. Morning coffee without complaints. An afternoon walk without hearing grumbling. Wearing my red dress not to please someone else, but finally to please myself.

Because I’m not old.
I simply spent too much time living as if my life were already over.

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