Archives for January 2022

Dear Lord, A Word…

I just finished Genesis 48-50 and my heart is moved deeply.

The level of honor Joseph showed his father, Jacob, by honoring his wishes for his burial. The depth of grace Joseph gifted his brothers, who attacked, betrayed and sold him into slavery, after their father’s transition.

I am so petty.

I want to exact justice on actions that feel unfair and malicious to me. I blame others for reacting to my words and actions, relating like I deserve to be understood.

I am wrong.

MY WORDS do have impact.

Forgive me Lord for my arrogance.

I hurt people who trusted me with their dreams. I don’t always consider if they are ready or capable of hearing what I have to to say. It’s all about me and my truth.

Please Lord, heal me from all the malicious unfairness I have experienced, so I can stop being a magnet for it showing up in my life.

EVERYTHING in my life you allow me to see, may it mature my character so I may be worthy of being your hands and feet.

Forgive me Lord.

You are enlarging my territory for you.

Everything meant for others intended harm, you intended for good through me. Just as Joseph’s brothers betrayed him, you made him the leader of Egypt when it was most needed. You took Joseph through the paces just as you have me.

You have purified and refined my heart so I can speak to your People from experience, a space of love and profound grace.

Heal my heart Lord.

Make me worthy of your love.

I am so not worthy of you.

Your trust.

Your favor.

You anointing.

Your cover over my life.

I have no idea why you would choose someone as wounded, broken, damaged, and fucked up as me.

I don’t understand you Lord.

And yet you keep opening doors for me.

You keep revealing yourself to me.

You keep drawing me closer and closer to You.

To your heart.

And you keep loving me.

I do not deserve your love.

I have done nothing good in my life.

Except loved you with my whole heart.

I have tried and failed to keep your commandments.

And I will fail again.


Every second.

Every hour.

But this I promise you my Lord:

I will love you with EVERYTHING that I am until the day I die.

I will listen to you and do what you tell me to do with this raggedy ass life.

And I will ALWAYS put you first.

NOTHING is more important to me than you God.

No business.

No money.

No Man.

No validation.

No inclusion.

No acceptance.

No Fame.

No friends.

No Woman.

No wealth.

No respect.

You. Are. My. God.

Nothing else.

You kept me alive on the streets.

You made me a millionaire.

You got me through Stanford.

You healed my soul.

I feel you moving again.

I feel you ordering my steps.

I go where you lead.

I leave behind all that is not your will for my life.

Thank you for choosing me.

A street urchin you chose to love.

Help me love others the way you love me Lord.

Let your love shine through me and heal what only you can.

I love you Lord.

My life is your life.

I belong to you on every level.

In every dimension.

I roll with you God.

And I am eternally grateful that YOU are my God.

In Jesus name.

So be it.

So it is.


Your favorite,


I expected hate from White extremists – not Black Women…


I have been serving entrepreneurial Black Women, exclusively, for over 10 years.

I have laid my soul bare in service of my sisters, healing their way to their 1st million as well as manifesting ANYTHING she was committed to having in her life.

I have TURNED DOWN wealth opportunities for myself because I refused to drop the word “Black” from my titles and my target market.

I have loved and been loyal to Black Women with my whole heart.

I became an entrepreneur and pioneered a space for emotional and economic freedom for Black Women on the internet so Black Women didn’t have to stay in jobs that sucked the life from them. Now EVERYWHERE you look there are amazing Black Women making their money online. I am clear that I caused that, and I got my job done.

So, you can imagine my surprise—and hurt—when some Black Women felt the right to send me hate mail, viciously attack, and circulate condescending comments because I have evolved to support and stand for Black Men.

Real talk: I expected hate from White Extremists, not Black women.

I. Was. So. Wrong.

The level of righteous entitlement I have been bombarded with AGAINST any compassion, empathy, or kindness towards Black Men has been staggering. I did a video on it.

Please watch it here on Facebook or here on YouTube.



Please stop acting out your wounds on me and others. We as a People will never heal if it’s ok for Black Women to attack others as viciously as White Extremists because they don’t agree.

I love you Sis. That will never change.

AND your hate is not welcome here.


Dr. Venus

God Is Not Playing With Me

God is NOT playing with me!

In a matter of WEEKS, I have been blessed with new energy, new support AND new vision! I see now that not only was I grieving the loss of my brother, Tory, I was also grieving the death of my former business and with that my former life.

(Before I go any further, please save this date: Feb 5th and 6th)

I had to unsubscribe, close accounts, and dismantle ALL systems tied to that past. You may have known this, but I JUST realized it: I have a new business. That includes the model, the content, AND how I operate within it.

I am leaning more into how things feel than what I think I should do.
I am trusting my body to tell me when I have the right person supporting me or defaulting to what’s familiar just so I don’t feel anxiety.
I am allowing my intuition to choose who I let near me and cutting out ALL the noise of others.

I am going to hot yoga again. I haven’t gone since 2018. I love it. It feels like I just came home.

I am eating intuitively. I am not denying my body what she wants. If I get curves, so be it. I am 50. I am tired of fighting my body to look like a prepubescent boy.

I am reading the Bible this year with two other amazing Sisters who take away the spiritual loniness.

But most importantly, I am trusting God instead of forcing outcomes.

By so doing, new miracles fall in my lap daily. And I am grateful.

So, I say ALL of that to say I am moving forward on spiritually inspired path I lovingly call, “Healing with Him.” It’s an evolution of my healing work in service of you sis. I am discovering the more I heal, the less I am triggered by the Black men in my life who genuinely love me. As for the brothers who don’t, they NATURALLY fall away because my wounds aren’t trying to make them stay.

Can we say peace?

I am realizing how effective and valuable it is to heal WITH the Black Men who love us so I am doing something I have NEVER done before and I want you there!

Considering what I am learning as I live it, I invite you to save this date:

Tickets are FREE until Feb 1st.
Get ready to have your mind BLOWN!

My new team and I are getting everything together to knock your socks off! LOL

God is on the move. I can feel the tsunami of good about to rain down on us as we heal the historical wounds that have kept us warring with our Men.

I will send out more details in a few days—if not sooner.
Thanks for walking with me sis. I appreciate your patience and grace as I grow.

I love you,

Dr. Venus