Hi, I’m Cass.
I’m the owner of Cassandra Freya.
I’m a tattooed corporate Queen by day, badass spirit intuitive by night. I am a Mama to a Fire Fairy, and I’m here to serve YOU by installing the frequency of Faith into one freedom seeker at a time!
You are unique. You have gifts and an amazing ability to listen to those gifts within yourself. Open the Divine Door.
There’s a series of Moments that led me here…
At some point during my childhood, my wings were clipped. It didn't happen all at once, but a series of experiences that led to it. One such experience was in 2nd grade.
I loved school. Science, history, art. It was the best. The exception: writing. I just didn't understand it. I didn't get why symbols written on a page had a certain structure. After all, I knew it wasn't the REAL way we communicated. It wasn't the way that I spoke to anyone. I remember knowing that people didn't need to say anything out loud or write anything down to be understood. I knew the most important communication was how people felt. The things that we heard inside. So naturally, it bored me.
One day in my writing class, our teacher gave us a worksheet to complete. At the top were the words WHO. WHAT. WHERE. WHY. HOW. We were to use them correctly in sentences. This activity made absolutely no sense. I didn't know it then, but I knew these symbols on the page didn't communicate in a way that made any difference. I just KNEW it. I filled out the page, mixing and matching them and paired them with what LOOKED good. I actually had fun. At the end of class, I handed the teacher my paper, and headed to recess.
I don't know if it was that next morning or later on in the year, but I remember my mother asking me about that assignment. My teacher had called her (this wasn't the first time I had mixed up these words) and was concerned.
"They're worried that you don't know how to use these words, Cassandra. They may have to keep you back if you don't show them you can."
By no fault of my mother, good natured, well-intentioned and supportive (oh and she knew dang well her daughter knew the difference between those words), I felt forced to follow the structure and buried my inner knowing of something deeper inside. I didn't want to disappoint.
Over the years, I've worked hard to reconnect. Feather by feather, I'm regenerating my wings. But what if this journey didn't have to be that way? What if, by giving space, and seeking to understand the why behind the actions that don't match up to the "proper structure" of things, we let children KEEP their wings.
And better than that, what if through understanding and guidance, it's possible for them to FLY instead? To fly and still be in perfect harmony with pre-existing notions of structure. To fly, and still be safe.
Whether you're on the path of regeneration, still feel clipped, or have the little one(s) walking around still connected, I see you. I promise you that you can find your path to feel whole and connected again. And it's never too late to start.