Starseeds: The G Spot
The one we’d heard of, but weren’t expecting.
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I’ve been thinking a lot about gratitude lately.
I know, I know, you were probably lured into this article thinking it was about sex. And we can talk about sex, for sure — leave a comment if you want an article like that and I’ll dive into the energetics of sex and sexual energy with the magic of energetics. But this particular G spot that I’m referring to has more to do with the larger context of your life — instead of a single expression of it.
Life’s been kind of messy lately. (Oh, you too? Welcome to Earth, I guess!! Sorry it’s not a smoother ride … but you are part of the warrior cohort so I guess that’s a thing (: )
And I’ve realized, despite it all, I’ve been wired to appreciate the beauty in life. I’m standing in my kitchen, in an unfinished, un-insulated house, in the middle of winter, after a ‘holiday’ so stressful that I dissolved into non-verbal nothingness and didn’t go outside for four days, tearing up like a small schoolchild as my heart swells watching the snow fall out the window. It’s illogical. And ultimately, I feel it’s the world’s greatest hack — to be standing in the midst of a storm, and not only be able to appreciate the flowers that haven’t gotten pulverized by it, but also to be able to to feel the appreciation for their beauty. This is one of those things that feels like a hot-shot shortcut to creating the life of your dreams despite your current reality not being picture-perfect.
While things look and feel challenging on the outside — and believe me — I have plenty of excuses to lean into to earn that sweet, sweet validation of how hard everything is (it is, my friends. You’re not crazy.) This wiring for gratitude has put me in a place where I’m watching the current slog-through-mud episode of my life go by, but I’m not in it so deeply that I’m feeling that cold, squidgy wetness as I trudge through it.
I’m just trudging.
Noticing the flowers as I go, crying at at the snow outside.
Honestly, it’s pretty nice.
How did I get there?
Well, friends, my favourite thing about living through complex stuff in life it that it’s taught me one very, very valuable thing about the GOODNESS of our emotional, physical, mental and spiritual bodies being all separate and simultaneously interwoven.
When it comes to physical patterning and brain patterning, we can rewire.
It really is as simple as that.
And it may seem impossible — especially when that thought pattern is so deeply ingrained that it’s embedded into the reality of your own truth. That’s right. It’s embedded. You can’t even see it!
Like a tick! Ewww!
But it is possible. The only way I got there was by doing the thing that everybody tells you not to do when you’re getting into practices that rewire and alter the dial on the record of your life: I did it reluctantly, without feeling; while thinking: “This is stupid. How is this ever going to work.”
I really did.
Every coach, healer, affirmation-expert-turned-millionaire YouTuber will tell you that in order for gratitude practices and affirmations and such to work, you have to feel them. You have to believe them. At the time that I started leaning into this style of writing and self-connection (in pursuit of a total, personal overhaul), I just couldn’t lean into the feeling that any of these practices were actually going to work. It was 2017 — and I was a far cry from the radical peaks and valleys that were to come through the following year that changed my life forever.
And Yet, It Still Worked
It did. Despite all my universal-energy-killing-faith-squashing doubt, and my deeeep apprehension to participate in something that had me forcing myself to feel something I didn’t (which is what gratitude feels like when you’ve been addicted to the emotion of “this sucks” forever). miraculously, it all still worked.
This is what I did that made to get my butt in gear and make the bar of doing the process as low as possible.
Keep it reaaaall Real
I stuck to stuff in my current reality that I actually liked and actually made me feel good. If Iook back in my journals of the entries from early in my gratitude practice, it looks a lot like:
“I’m grateful for good coffee. I’m grateful for yummy toast. I’m grateful for the fact that I slept in (even though I felt horribly guilty about it). I’m grateful for coffee” (Had I said that already?) “I’m grateful for surfing. I’m grateful for the ocean.”
I started with three grateful things a day. At the time, I was working in a bookshop, wiling away my winters reading and sneaking in journal entries behind the counter when I knew I wouldn’t get scolded for writing on the job. Three things. Seemed simple enough.
And I’ll tell ya, back then — boy was I ever grateful for toast.
I trudged on in this practice for months at a time, not feeling a single goddamn thing of real gratitude or the emotion that everyone was talking about. I didn’t keep close track of my feelings back then — and I can’t pinpoint exactly when I felt the switch. But at some point, I did. My lists of things I was genuinely grateful for in my life started to get spontaneously longer, and when I look back, it was all stuff that I was (and still am) truly grateful for. It was like a floodgate.
It was like someone had turned on a faucet, and said: “Here you go! Here’s all the good feelings you’ve been suppressing about your beautiful life because you were scared that if you showed too much joy someone would take it away! Here it is! Here you go!”
And in those practices of spontaneously-longer-than-three things I was grateful for, I actually started to emote. I started to feel the love and joy well up inside me. I started to feel gushy, happy, and genuinely grateful for my life.
Now, on the level of spiciness of neurospice, I’m pretty high up there. Back in 2017 the level of unprocessed trauma in my body was still pretty high (thanks, childhood s*xual assault), and my ability to do things consistently was … well, it just wasn’t. Consistency wasn’t really a word that existed in my vocabulary, unless it bordered on obsession, which at that time, really only applied to surfing. And reading books. That was about it.
HOWEVER.
I kept up with the gratitude practice every time I was feeling crappy about myself, or mad, or frustrated, or hungover from sleep deprivation (I didn’t like to drink, but I still loved to party. A shitty night’s sleep is a molotov cocktail for the neurospicies out there). I wanted out of the feeling, and I didn’t know how to sit with things back then — or how to tend and care for my cranky Little self. So I turned to gratitude.
Eventually, it became a habit. Tough sitch? Gratitude journal. Fight with then-partner (my TF?) Gratitude scribbles. Feeling heinously jealous of all the beautiful girls in my small, small town that seemed perfect and pretty and popular and happier than me? Gratitudegratitudegratitude.
At some point, it got a little toxic — I was “staying grateful” in situations where I really just needed to rage and break something. The energy in the body’s gotta go somewhere, baby. You can’t just be grateful about the good stuff and hope the bad stuff disappears. Find a therapist, an ecstatic dance, a rage ceremony if you’re lucky enough to live somewhere that’s hosting that kind of stuff. But you do at some point, have to let it out. I waited until 2019, two full years after I got into the gratitude world. I don’t recommend waiting that long. It wasn’t …pretty.
BUT, after I came back from that valley of ego-death that took me to the underworld and back (truly, which honestly was pretty cool and I highly recommend this book if you’re ever interested in embarking on that radical journey) — it evolved from something that had started as resistance, which then became habit, and then became … nature.
I just naturally gravitated towards focusing on good stuff when stuff was..sticky.
Or complex.
Or just damn hard.
The Real Reason
Now, hilariously, I didn’t write this article to educate you or even encourage you towards the practice of gratitude. It has helped me, immensely; but the nature of my communication with my audience tends to be more about energetic updates, and deep, internal global shifts — which I quite like sharing. I just put up my 2025 energy forecast, which you can pop on in the background of your puttering or tidying and see what I have to say in verbal form (Youtube and instagram are the other places where I’m most active, if you ever felt like wading out past the warm shallows of my writing and into the depths of the audio-visual world).
I wrote this article for you guys.
Because I love you so damn much. And I’m so damn grateful you’re here.
I started writing on medium.com in 2023 — after I’d lost my housing, gotten long-covid, had two parasites, and was hiding out (literally) in a cabin in the woods waiting for something in my life to shift so I could feel like I could start living again. I had recently shaved my head (which had not had the same empowering, go-get-’em-girl effects on my self-esteem as I had hoped), and I couldn’t go outside or walk for longer than 25 minutes or so without coming home and falling asleep. Despite my efforts, it felt like there was nothing I could do to make a positive change in my life.
At the time, many things in my life were stagnant — I was being held underwater, (for a necessary death-and-rebirth as I learned later on ) — but in those moments, I felt powerless to do much.
But, I could write.
I got onto this platform with no expectation of anyone reading anything, ever. I wrote what I had been keeping to myself for a long time, figuring that if nobody read it, at least it would be a good exercise in writing for me.
And then you showed up.
One by one — comments, claps, and shares started to trickle onto this galactic humble page and I realized that I was speaking to people. I was resonating with them and their experiences. I was connecting.
And so, as I dive into the nuts and bolts of growing my business in a way that I can punch the air and say “I did it! I made it to the freaking vista!” doing what I love, I honestly came on here today just to say Thank You.
Thank you for being here.
Thank you for all your comments, stories, shares and support.
Thank you for your honesty. For helping me feel like not only is my work helping you feel less alone, but it’s helping me feel less alone, too.
And thanks for being so cool! My medium.com community is literally my favourite community out there on the interweb and I am SO DAMN GRATEFUL you’re here.
That’s it, really.
I just wanted to say thanks.
Xo, Kate ❤
P.S.!!!!
I’m running 2 (TWO!) group programs this year — Basic Mastery, which will be a 5-week course of mastering your own energetics, and the Ascension Code, which will run sometime in summer or fall. That one will be a hell-bent trip to the Divine with light language and coding and other things that you’ll never be able to explain to your friends in person. If you want to learn more about them, DM me directly at @kate.lightstone on instagram or send me an email — kate.lightstone@gmail.com
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Thanks again for being here. I’m not crying at the snow this time because it’s so beautiful.
I’m crying at you. 🕊️
