Dr. Venus Opal Reese

Are you worshiping your wounds?

As I ground more and more in God, I realize “healing” and “being whole” are two different energetics. The main difference is this:

—Healing is ongoing.
—Wholeness is complete unto itself.

Or said another way:

Healing is engaging with your wounds. Wholeness disappears them.

When I look back on the miracle that my life is, there are things I spent appropriate and needed time on healing; violence acted out on my body in the name of love.

Have you ever had person say they love you while the treat you like shit?
Or beat you?
Or turn your body into a wasteland for their illusion of power?

From my birth mother’s maliciousness, to street violence in the name of loyalty, to lovers who hurt me in the name of love, I have been in recovery my entire life.

Healing became a life style.

As I have moved into being whole, I see now that healing REQUIRES living in the past. It requires a reliving of sorts of the wound in order to heal it. I can see now, from the perspective of being whole, that healing is distinct from healed.

Healed is a state change.

When a flesh wound is healed, it no longer bleeds. As long as it is “healing” it REQUIRES tending to, attention, care, and nurturance.

And rightfully so.

Healing makes the wound the focus.
Being whole disappears the wound completely.

Being whole is relating to our wounds as the blessing not a curse.

Momma putting me out on the streets wounded me. It did. From the perspective of healing, I’m always in a space of potentially being “put out” by others who say they love me because that wound is still “healing.”

When I ground in God, I can see that Momma putting me out is not the real point of power. The real point of power is God blessing me with the courage to NOT go back!

By grounding in God, all the suffering and pain I felt towards Momma, is gone. Just like Judas HAD to betray Jesus in order to fulfill his destiny, each and every wound that I have been healing was required for me to fulfill mine.

I invite you to take one hurtful incident from your life that still hurts you in some way. Take a moment to:

◦ Write down the incident were you were wounded.
◦ Feel your feelings.
◦ Shift your focus from the wound to what God provided in that moment that had you be alive today.
◦ Write down what blessings came from God’s grace in the fire of your life.
◦ Feel the freedom.
◦ Give thanks.

I am realizing being whole is a conscious choice to focus on God’s bigness instead of worshiping my wounds.

It’s a gift I have given myself.

I invite you to give it a try.

I love you.

Sincerely,

Dr. Venus

Ps. If you want to know if you are on the path of BECOMING whole, check out this super short video! https://fb.watch/gtcC5b6Oac/

You may be closer than you think!

I NEVER Saw This Coming…

I NEVER saw this coming…

I feel like God is bringing me back to life.

After my divorce…
After my emergency hysterectomy…
After imploding my business…

I became tired.

After Covid hit…
After quarantine…
After George Floyd…

I became emotionally exhausted and spiritually fatigued.

NOTHING seemed to matter anymore.
NOTHING I did felt big enough to make the world right again.
NOTHING I could do or say would make any difference in a world gone mad.

So like all of us, I survived the moment.

I folded in.
I protested.
I educated.

I fought for social change and turned all of my platforms over to it in service of justice.

It’s been a few years now and I feel Spirit saying it’s time to reemerge.

So this past week I spoke at Aprille Franks’ #EPICWOMAN Conference in Mexico.

Talk about sisterhood????
Talk about real & raw?
Talk about business tactics you can implement NOW????

Check it out here: www.EpicWoman.co

It was transformational.

I am God’s hands and feet.
I came to service.

But something happened I NEVER saw coming…

I didn’t anticipate how significant it would be for ME to pour into Sister entrepreneurs. I realize something I had forgotten in the midst of surviving life.

I missed Black Women entrepreneurs.

I missed the community.
I missed the support.
I missed being seen.

But what I missed most was empowering them to monetize that which they thought was the worse part of their lives.

I believe in beauty for ashes.
I believe the pain has purpose.
I believe those of us who have been heart broken by life, WE are the chosen ones.

We are the ones who move the human race forward.

I feel God gearing me up and setting me up to tilt this world on its axis.

And I have all my sisters with me.

More to come…

Grow Your Biz for Only $99 Bucks in Mexico!

In the thick of the pandemic, I got a video call from my dear sister-friend, Aprille Franks, about her new movement, EPICWOMAN. She’s a bad-ass business coach who was all about the hustle, until she shared her own breakdown and evolution of being more feminine and still creating space for her 7-figure coaching business.

Sis, you do not need another conference, but you do need to be present for EPICWOMAN – the virtual tickets start at $99, and it includes the replay.  Go here to grab your seat now: www.epicwoman.co

She shared how she wanted all women to embody their womanhood and for us all to stop adopting masculine business building strategies. She said those strategies negated our feminine power, our bodies, as well as the time it takes to nurture those around us that we love. Including ourselves.

For many of us, the masculine-centric approaches and strategies were damaging; they left us feeling depleted and isolated—even wounded.

I agree with her. I have lived this!

At the end of our conversation, Aprille asked me to speak at her EPICWOMAN event in Mexico 10/20-10/21, and I said, “HELL YES, as long as I can bring Happy!”

Once I leave Jamaica, I am headed to Playa del Carmen Mexico to speak to her group of women entrepreneurs! We’ll be sharing new ideas and solving challenges that stop you from hitting your money goals—especially in a COVID-shaped world!

I’m speaking on the VIP MOGUL Day which starts on 10/19 at 9am EST – grab you seat here to hear about my new hotness FIRST: www.epicwoman.co

The best part about having friends in business is the company and support. Aprille is my friend and. She gets it. The women at EPICWOMEN get it as well.  If you want to live well, be happy AND make more money while doing it – you need a community. $99 bucks is well worth the investment of a new network that’s winning and committed to women thriving!

I invite you to invest in your virtual seat and join me in Mexico!

(Go here to claim your seat: www.epicwoman.co )

You will learn:

  • Launching without the overwhelm
  • Content creation using Aprille’s #vtcmethod
  • Confidence and femininity
  • Real life case studies and strategies
  • Open Coaching.

As a woman you want the best of both worlds: a wonderful life and profitable business with clients who want to pay you for your services. You DESERVE to have it all!

It’s time we change how we have BEEN doing business.

I love you,

Dr. Venus

 

PS: If you want to live well, be happy AND make more money while doing it – you need a community. $99 bucks is well worth the investment of a new network that’s winning! I invite you to invest in your virtual seat and join me in Mexico now!: www.epicwoman.co

(God Lovin’ On Me!) Won’t He Do It!

My 51st Birthday was Sep 23rd. I’m born on the cusp of Virgo and Libra. One of my loyal “Truth Tellers” who is a Libra and a powerhouse Black Woman entrepreneur said God had told her to reach out to me.
  
I didn’t get it.
 
She said she wanted to gift me an all expense paid, 1st class trip to Montego Bay as a vacation birthday present. In fact, other Libras were coming to relax and just celebrate being alive!!!
 
I have NEVER had ANYONE do this for me. 
 
When you’re the one with resources, you are expected to foot the bill. But this was not that. This was an inspired gift from a Sister girlfriend who did what God told her to do!
 
So, I am on vacation in Jamaica!!!
 
In two weeks, I will be speaking at Aprille Franks Epic Women Mexico live event! Again, another EXTRAORDINARY Black Woman entrepreneur, is flying me in, first class . I get to serve her tribe by speaking to empower women entrepreneurs and their relationship with money. This is soooooooo my wheel house! I am excited to share lived- wisdom. It’s what I’m built for.
 
The Epic Woman Mexico in-person event is filled but there are still seat available. Go here for deets! https://epicwoman22mexico.pages.ontraport.net
  
I will take pictures from both countries to share the experiences with you!
 
What I am realizing is God is calling me forth to live again.
  
To stop being afraid of COVID, travel—just LIFE!— and to just simply live again.
 
Dream again.
Believe again.
And serve.
  
I feel Spirit pulling me to female entrepreneurs.
  
It’s getting clear.
I trust God. .
  
For now I’m giving myself the permission to be on VACATION!!!
  
Thank you for bearing witness!
  
I love you,
Dr. Venus

The Art of Aging

I’m starting to like my grays and honor my body as it is.
 
 
My gray hair is evidence of earned wisdom.
My body is very forgiving.
She has protected me and absorbed trauma to shield my psyche.
 
 
All she asked of me is to move her regularly, eat mindfully, and drink water.
 
 
It’s so little to ask to keep me alive.
 
 
If I tell the truth about it, I have been resisting aging. I have. I’ve been comparing my body to when I was younger.
 
 
Before stiff joints and achy knees.
Before lower back pain and antacids.
Before muffin tops and knee fat.
 
 
Instead of accepting my body, I kept trying to fix it.
 
Diet fads.
Excessive exercise.
Pushing myself to burn out.
 
 
It might sound strange, but one of the most effective forms of socially acceptable acts of self-hate is working hard.
 
 
When you or I work hard, we give ourselves permission to not eat.
Or binge eat.
Or over eat.
Or emotionally eat.
 
 
“Working hard” becomes the excuse for not working out. It’s noble to grind, especially as an entrepreneur, at the cost of your waistline.
 
 
Self-neglect becomes a badge of honor for self-sacrifice—be it for your business, your babies, or your bae.
At least it was that way for me.
 
I resented my body for getting in the way of me hitting my marks!🤣 How dare I need rest! Food? Sleep? Come on!🤣
 
 
It’s silly when I think about it.
 
 
But as I mature I am starting to appreciate the beauty and power of being a grow woman.
 
There is a poetry to a woman’s body that can only be utter with age.
 
 
I’m beginning to enjoy the curve of my hip when I wear a pair of booty shorts.
 
 
I’m starting to delight in the petal softness of my thighs warm and damp after a long shower.
 
 
I’m enjoying scenting myself for my own pleasure.
 
 
I’m starting to realize the more I accept my body the more I fall in love with myself.
 
My body has been good to me.
 
 
Yes she requires care. But doesn’t everything precious require care? It’s silly of me to think I would age without requiring SOME SORT of real maintenance. It’s arrogant, actually.
 
 
So as I mature, I am learning to respect my body as well as the process of being alive.
 
 
Taking care of my body, meeting her exactly where she is, is just as valuable as tending to my PTSD. In fact, it helps it. I feel better after some sort of physical exertion. Running down the hall with Happy is just as empowering as do sweating on the eliptical.
 
 
I choose this body.
I accept my body.
I love my body.
I appreciate my body.
I honor my body.
 
 
My body is a temple.
It is sacred.
It is holy.
 
 
In my body, Spirit dwells.
 
 
If I committed to respecting my body, God could have a beautiful home in me.
 
 
My body has been the house of various guests.
Some want.
Most, not.
 
 
We talk about being the body of Christ.
But what if my body was a gift to God?
 
 
What if I honored my God with my body?
My flesh, unclean I give it back to you.
 
 
I wonder what it would take to relate to my body as God’s temple…
 
 
As I mature, I evolve.
 
 
I evolve into who God has called me to be.
 
 
My body because the vehicle by which to fulfill the Call.
 
Moses was in his 80s when he was Called. I’m only 51! I’m still a youngin’ by some standards.🤣🤣🤣
 
 
There is a beauty in aging.
A wisdom.
A confidence.
Freedom.
 
 
There is an art to aging.
 
 
I’m starting to look forward to its poetry articulated in, through, and with my body.

My Dog Took Me To Dinner For My Birthday!

Last year on my birthday, I was in a relationship with an extraordinary Black Man who loved me and whom I loved deeply.

He took me to Vegas to see the Michael Jackson show. Because the show was at night, I had to board Happy. It was the first night without Happy in over three years.

I did not do well.

Vegas is loud, busy, smoke-filled, and has a lot of stimulus. Not only do I have PTSD and social anxiety, I’m also on the spectrum of autism. Over stimulus wears on my central nervous system.

Simply put: just BEING in Los Vegas is triggering. 🤣

Long story short, I got triggered and started to spiral. I did my best to self-sooth in an overwhelming and new environment but failed. I became jumpy, sensitive, and defensive. My ex didn’t and couldn’t understand. To his credit, he had never dated a person with PTSD. So he took my sensitivity personal. He felt like I was making mountains out of molehills and decided to sleep on the couch.

Without Him or Happy in a strange bed, alone, I lost it.

Chest pains.
Panic attack.
Racing thoughts.
Dizziness.
Throat contraction.
Inability to talk.
Sweating.
Shaking.
ALL the things.
I needed certainty.
I needed the familiar.
I needed my dog.
I needed to go home.

As soon as the dog boarding place open at the break of dawn, I packed my bag and went to get Happy.

I told Him I was going home. He said fine, go. Looking back I wish I could have said more, but this was the best I could do in that moment.

I got Happy drove and cried all the way back to LA from Vegas. Happy cuddled me curled in my lap, and I felt safe.

Once home in my familiar surroundings, I started to settle down, on the inside.

Happy cuddled, played, and INSISTED we go out for a walk. And we did.

Happy did the same thing this birthday.

I chose to stay home for my 51st birthday and spend the day praying. I’m traveling out of the country in the next few weeks, so spending the day with God felt like the right thing to do. I only talked with Nanna. Happy and I napped and cuddled until late afternoon.

I did my Bible study, worked on a project, and took a long scented bath. It was sacred. I felt peace in my spirit and thankful for dwelling in God.

Happy decided it was time for a walk.

When Happy and I walk, he gets to determine the direction. I figured since the walk is primarily for Happy to relieve himself, he should have the right to follow his nose.

We walk. Happy started pulling on his leash.

I had to pick up my pace.

Happy walked us to this beautiful high-end restaurant and sat down at the door.

I became embarrassed.

Happy was blocking the door and people on the inside could see me trying to cajole a stubborn 15lbs Bison to move out of the way.

He wouldn’t budge.

I picked him up and briskly walked to a bench near a waterfall fountain a short distance from the restaurant. Happy laid down on the ground and STARED at the door of the restaurant. The sound of the water was soothing. Peace was present. Happy watched the door and I prayed while letting the sound of water falling serenade my prayers.

30 minutes later, I get up and start to walk Happy home. Happy darted to the restaurant door nearly pulling my arm out of its socket!

Again, he sat his stubborn self in front of the restaurant door. This time I looked in. It seemed like a nice place. I coax Happy to walk around the restaurant. He aligned.

I went in and looked at the menu while Happy flirted with the host. I then decided to take myself out to dinner for my birthday.
Happy and I were seated in a lovely nook outside to enjoy the breeze and I could pray.

Happy was given water, and I had tea.

As we waited for my entree , a group of journalists came and filled the terrace with joy!

It was great to see them enjoy each other’s company.

One journalist struck up a conversation with me. He was a journalist in charge of Diversity. He was funny, witty, and smart. I told him today was my birthday. We laughed a lot. When the server came to ask about desert, he told the server my desert was on him! The server (who was also the manager) said he was planning to buy my dessert for me as a gift for my birthday.

The Diversity journalist, who just happen to be a Black Man said, “While your offer is appreciated, the gift will have more meaning coming from me than you.”

BOOM!

I was not prepared for this. Neither was the server. He bowed out graciously while I picked my mouth up off the floor!

The Black Man Diversity Journalist smiled at me deeply and I want to cry in a good way.

He WAS right. It DID mean more for this Black Man, a stranger, to gift me my dessert on my birthday.

He “saw” me and show me kindness for no reason at all.

It was healing.

When my dessert came out, this extraordinary Black man started singing Happy Birthday and encouraged the other 300 journalists to sing until the ENTIRE restaurant sang me Happy Birthday.

I thank him and everyone for this.

Turns out there were a number of dog loving journalists in the midst. So Happy had a receiving line of journalists who wanted to love on him. He graciously accepted all the ohhhs, ahhhhs, and pats.

It was a beautiful peaceful birthday.

The contrast between last year’s birthday and this one is profound.

I was able to go out by myself.
I felt good being alone, in peace with myself, my dog, and my God.
I didn’t get overwhelmed when all these strangers starting singing to me.

Last year I was healing.
This year I’m whole.

God sent a Black Man to let me know that there will be a Black Man who will see what I need and supply it. Who sees me, comprehends my world, and honors all of me.

No rush.

I’m doing God’s work right now.

No need for distraction.

I now know I will love again.

In the mean time, I’m appreciative that Happy took me to dinner on my 51st Birthday.

It was truly blessed.