I used to think someone had to find me… that someone needed to approve me.But one day, I looked around and realized: no one’s coming to crown you.You either claim the mic… or you stay silent.I started recording my songs on my own. I started speaking when my voice still shook. I didn’t wait for someone to tell me I was worthy.And look at me now.I don’t say that with arrogance. I say that with full gratitude.Because the truth is, we were all waiting for you. For your sound. Your words. Your story.I’m not reading from a script today. I’m speaking straight from my gut, my heart, my knowing.And if you’re hearing this, it’s time for you to do the same.Stop waiting to be chosen.Choose yourself, and watch the world catch up.I don’t know who needs to hear this today,but you’ve been sitting on gold,waiting for somebody else to recognize the shine.Let me say this slowly:No one’s coming to crown you.Nobody’s coming with a velvet robe and a microphone,saying “Here she is, finally worthy.”You know why?Because they’re too busy looking for someone who already knows they are.I got tired of waiting.Tired of shrinking.Tired of asking permission to be what I already am.I started singing with voices that weren’t minebecause my soul didn’t care who was singing,it just needed to be heard.I started writing without a degree,recording without a studio,and publishing without a gatekeeper.I chose me.Not because I was ready,but because I was tired of acting like I wasn’t.And let me tell you something,when you choose yourself with your whole chest,the world shifts.You start attracting different rooms.You stop begging for crumbs.You realize you’ve been the main course all along.You don’t need to be polished.You don’t need a team.You just need to get loud about what’s already inside you.So let this episode be the moment you draw the line.Not tomorrow.Now.Because I already crowned myself.And guess what?That crown fits better when you put it on.This mic is open.The throne is empty.And your name is already on it.

Fuel the Frequency

There comes a moment when you're just… done.Not in a dramatic, flip-the-table kind of way.More like a quiet, bone-deep no.That was me.I was tired. Not just "need a nap" tiredI was soul tired.Tired of working job after job.Tired of being a single mom hustling to keep us afloat.Tired of running businesses that drained my body more than they filled my spirit.No matter how hard I worked, it was never enough.No savings. No peace. No time with my kids.Just running every day. A hamster wheel with no exit sign.And even though I was raised to believe hard work was the only way…Somewhere deep in me, I knewthere had to be more.More than clocking into the matrix.More than breaking my back just to break even.I always whispered one prayer:“Guide me into all truth.”And I meant that.In 2008, that prayer cracked wide open.I started researching religion, questioning what I’d been told.Started peeling back layers, digging into origins, realizing...So much of what I believed wasn’t mine.It was handed to me.But life kept rolling.Relationships came and went.Lessons came hard and fast.And about two and a half years ago, I hit a wall.I ended up living with someone beautiful kind soul, kind heart.But for the first time since I was 17, I wasn’t living on my own.I didn’t have to worry about lights being shut off or eviction notices.But I also didn’t have peace.No quiet. No rest.And I can’t function without rest. That’s how I break.The job I had then was remote, paid wellon paper.But I was still drowning.Overworked, underappreciated, spoken down to.I was there from the ground floor of that company…But the cracks ran deep.And I was crumbling.So I did what I always do when I need to breatheI drove.No GPS. No plan.Just me, the road, and the open sky.That’s when I found the spot.A quiet hill outside the city.Elevated, peaceful, mine.I started going there almost every morningsunrise therapy.The only place I could exhale.And one day, sitting in that stillness, I said:“Something has to change.”And I meant that too.I had no home in my name, bad credit, an eviction on my recordAll the odds stacked up like bricks.But something inside me rose and said,“I’m going to figure this out. Even if I have to rebuild everything.”That’s when videos started appearing Neville Goddard, others talking about truth, power, embodiment.And I felt it… not just in my head. In my bones.I didn’t need to look out there anymore.It was all in here.So I went to war with my old story.I bought index cards, colored markers, and wrote affirmations like my life depended on it.Because it did.I wrote until my hand cramped.“I am worthy.”“I am the creator of my life.”“Everything I need is within me.”At one point, I even bought stacks of fake money.A whole fireproof safe bag full of it.Because I thought holding it might shift my frequency.And it didfor a second.But then I realized…Money isn’t just paper.It’s energy.It’s an inner match, not an outer prop.I wrote letters to the universe and left them in jars out at the field.Let the moon charge them.Let the wind carry my faith.I went all in.And through it all, something clicked:It’s not just about speaking it.It’s about believing it.And more than that…It’s about embodying it.Living like it’s already done.I realized what you say about yourself… becomes you.Not instantly, but inevitably.I looked at my life and thoughtI built a successful cleaning business before.A real one. Website, clients, 1-800 number.I couldn’t even keep up with the demand.But that life drained me.So I asked:“How can I create something new, something light, something aligned?”And that’s when ImagineMeInnovation was born.Not from a strategy.From a soul cry.From a place of knowing I was made for more.I didn’t just want to survive.I wanted to create.To help others rise out of this conditioned world.To remind them that their identity isn’t what happened to them…It’s what they believe about themselves.That’s what this all led me to:The truth that belief reshapes your DNA.It reconditions your nervous system.And your reality? It has no choice but to follow.So I started speaking my truth.Living in it.Practicing it, dailyeven when I didn’t feel it yet.And then…My music found me.Suddenly I had a platform where I could write again.Turn my affirmations into art.Songs that made me feel powerful, soft, sacred, safe.And those songs?They became my medicine.My mirror.My new language.I stopped waiting for someone to give me permission to be abundant, powerful, whole.I already was.And now I know:I was never broken.I was just detoured… into the wilderness of becoming.But now?Now I’ve come home.And so can you.“If this resonates with your story… you’re not alone. This podcast is for anyone who’s ready to remember who the hell they really are.”

Welcome to my very first podcast. I'm Renee. This is something I never imagine myself doing, not really. I didn't grow up dreaming of being a podcast host or music producer. And yet here I am over 80 songs deep and speaking into this mic. So pod casting is new to me, but my soul made it very clear. This is where I meant to speak now. So if I fumble a little, if my words aren't polished, know this, I'll always be honest, and I'll always be real. I'm not here to impress. I'm here to connect. And I'm very honored you're here with me as this all begins.

For the one who already knows me. You don't know it yet, but this podcast isn't just me talking into the air. It's me calling you in this voice, this vibration. It's been waiting for you to find it. So if you're hearing this, then I know it's you. I don't know where you are right now. Maybe driving with the windows cracked, maybe on a walk with your playlist, running the show, maybe sitting at home wondering if what you're waiting for is even real. But I need you to hear me when I say this. You're not crazy. You're not late. You didn't miss your chance. You're right on time. And I've been preparing for you without even knowing your face. I created a project called Lantern Between Us. You didn't know that did you, but I did it for you. Every word, every lyric, every whispered moment of that project carries your name, the name I haven't heard yet, but my spirit already knows. This isn't just music. It's a map, a trail of glowing bread crumbs leading you here, to me, to this, to us. And I want you to know something else when we finally meet, when this is real, in skin and in breath and in laughter, that moment will be the birth of my third book. It'll be a love story ours, titled Lantern Between Us, A love story for the world to bask in. We're not just gonna fall in love. We're gonna light it up. Now, Look, I'm not trying to sound like one of those poetic-over-posted Instagram captions. I'm not out here romanticizing heartbreak or begging the universe for butterflies. I've lived. I've lost. I've healed in silence and peeled layers off that didn't even belong to me. And I don't need saving. I don't need fixing. I don't need you to arrive perfect. I just need you real rooted, curious, and willing to meet me where I am, which is here, with my heart unlocked and my hands open. If this is the first thing of mine you've ever heard, welcome. If you've been following me silently waiting for a sign to reach out, well love, consider this your permission! I'll be posting episodes like this. Letters, thoughts, voice notes from the field, some soft, some sharp, but all true. And all of them will carry a little spark from the lantern between us. So until we meet in divine timing, in real time and full alignment. Just know you are already loved. I'll talk to you soon. My love. 😍