An Update from Assisi 💞

Hello, my friends.

After a couple of weeks of recovery here in Italy—and one very sunny day I fully intended to go to Assisi but didn’t, because my body said, “Actually… no thank you, I’m too tired”—I finally felt strong enough to make the trip.

No grand plan.

No itinerary.

Just a whisper of curiosity and a gentle inner nudge I’ve learned not to question.

I assumed I was heading into a quiet, contemplative day in a sacred city that’s been calling me since before I arrived.

What I didn’t know—until about 30 minutes before walking out the door—was that the Pope himself was also en route to Assisi, gathering with an assembly of Italian bishops.

Of course he was.

This is how fieldwork works.

You wait, you listen, you follow the timing, and the universe sets the stage with a wink.

I had no idea they were meeting.

And yet… I was pulled straight to the exact location in the city where it turned out they were gathering, as if the land itself had dropped a pin.

Assisi is a place where the human heart remembers its softness.

A place where the frequency of Francis—pure presence, pure devotion, pure humility—never stopped breathing underneath.

As I wandered the cobblestone streets, I could feel something subtle happening beneath the surface: a loosening, a settling, a gentle unwinding of an old archetype we all carry in some way—wounded motivation.

The part of us that over-performs to feel worthy.

The part of us that climbs ladders to feel safe.

The part that confuses hierarchy with holiness.

It’s the same distortion that built empires, religions, and power structures.

And it’s the same distortion that quietly asks us,

“Are you enough yet?”

But standing in Assisi, with sunlight warming the stone walls and birds singing over rooftops older than memory, I felt something else rise: A reminder that the true authority is always the one that comes from within.

The one rooted in presence, not performance.

Love, not hierarchy.

Being, not being “important.”

Maybe that’s why the timing lined up the way it did. Maybe that’s why my missed sunshine day ended up mattering. Maybe that’s why I didn’t have the energy until the one moment when the intersection mattered most.

Sometimes our bodies delay us so our souls can arrive on time.

For my fellow field agents: You’ll feel the recalibration already moving through the grid—a soft, almost playful release of old power distortions.

A quiet remembering of the original Krystic frequency that doesn’t need titles or robes or ceremonies to be real.

For everyone else:

May you trust your timing.

May you trust the day your body says “rest.”

May you trust the day it says “go.”

And may you remember that love never asks you to climb a ladder— only to come home.

With immense love

A’sha Love

P.S. My heartfelt gratitude to each of you who have contributed to this soul-planned extension of my time in Italy. Clearly, there was a divine appointment to keep in terms of field work! If you feel called to support this kind of planetary work and my recovery, I so appreciate it! Donate to support A’sha’s fieldwork and recovery

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