Threshold Keepers Substack - article about Empire: https://thresholdkeepers.substack.com/p/the-missing-map-part-2-empires-playbook

MEGGAN WATTERSON'S SUBSTACK: https://substack.com/@megganwatterson

Full story of coming into my Mediumship gifts in 2020: https://lizzielangston.substack.com/p/live-with-lizzie-langston

The dissolution of my previous brand, and the birth of Threshold Keepers: https://lizzielangston.substack.com/p/i-found-out-i-was-a-psychic-medium

THRESHOLD KEEPERS substack article about Empire's influence on how we understand being human / more truth of our cosmic nature: https://thresholdkeepers.substack.com/p/the-missing-map-part-2-empires-playbook

MYSTERY SCHOOL upcoming cohort: https://www.thresholdkeepers.com/ we're taking consults currently!

Lizzie here. This interview was such a tickle!

Summer and I both consider ourselves Disruptors. It’s fun ;)

Maybe you consider yourself one, too.

Here is Summer’s Substack, should you want to check her out, and remember her book will be coming out in the next year or so!!! wow!!

And here is Lizzie’s Kitchen & Cosmos substack.

If you’d like to have a reading with Lizzie, you can book one here.

To learn more about Threshold Keepers, and the work Lizzie in her Mystery School, you can visit thresholdkeepers.com and our Threshold Keepers Substack.

Oh, and the article I referred to while we were talking was this one about Empire, oppression and repression.

What resonated most with you from this interview? Do you have any follow up questions? Summer and I would love to know!

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Love, Lizzie & Summer

This is a video of a full stoy of becoming a Medium:

And here is a bit more about my publication:

We would love to have you, Cosmic One!

Work with Lizzie:

The Mystery School is open for enrollment all summer, and we begin September 9th, 2026!

Learn more and book a consult here

Check out our Threshold Keepers Substack here

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She’s home-baked, like good cookies — and she’s COSMIC!

Welcome to the newsletter that bridges the realms we exist in: our human selves, and our cosmic selves having a human experience.

If you are a spiritually-minded human who never wants to forget that she’s cosmic too, this is your place. Welcome, Cosmic One!

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Pull up a chair, Cosmic One!

Hi, I’m Lizzie!!

I live in Mesa, Arizona, with my husband of almost fourteen years, four kids, a dog, and a bunny — and somewhere in the middle of that wonderfully ordinary suburban life, I grew up Mormon, deconstructed, and then my spiritual awakening turned into a psychic one. Didn’t ask for it. Got it anyway. I started receiving things — information, visitations, the whole strange beautiful mess of it. It sounds crazy and it is actually just a thing, a spontaneous midlife psychic awakening, and mine happened in 2020 — which means I’ve had six years to live inside of it, not just talk about it at parties.

I was trained as a life coach. I operate as a medium. I have complex PTSD from childhood and four kids who keep me extremely in my body whether I want to be or not — I’m in deep, juicy midlife exploration of all of it, and if I had to pick one word for how I hold it all without splitting in two, it’s and. Holding both — at the same exact time, no ranking, no choosing — that’s it. That’s the whole secret. Because this existence is so much more complex than either/or ever let on, and I am so done pretending it isn’t.

The nervous system is the bridge

Here’s the thing I actually believe, underneath everything else: the nervous system is the bridge. Not a metaphor I’m being poetic about — an actual mechanism, the place where your energetic body meets your physical one, all those little connection points, the glands, the chakras, all of it lighting up. And when you feel safe in your body — not calm, necessarily, just safe — your senses stop staying just human. Hearing becomes Hearing the Beyond. You can’t force that open and neither can I force it open for you. But if there’s a will, there’s a way — and I have watched it happen, over and over, enough times now to trust it completely.

Where the name actually comes from

The name?? It came from my actual kitchen table. Most of what moves through me arrives right there — in the most unglamorous way possible, in between school pickups and the dishes and somebody yelling what’s for dinner. I am not theorizing about the sacred from some mountaintop somewhere. I am receiving it at the same table where I eat my breakfast! So Kitchen and Cosmos isn’t a clever juxtaposition I dreamed up for branding — it’s just literally, actually where this lives.

So if you’re living in the kitchen but you are craving more cosmos — come sit at the table. You get to eat your actual breakfast AND receive a complete, full divine transmission in the same sitting. Same time. No contradiction. That is the whole goal here. I want the and to be the thing you live inside of every single day — not something you visit on vacation from your real life.

How Hallie found me, or how I found this

Funny enough — I found half of this work completely by accident. One of my early coaching clients, Hallie, kept asking me to hold both: the life coach Lizzie, and whatever this other emerging medium thing was. I started doing it with her in session and it just. never. stopped. She’s my business partner now! That’s a whole other story for another day, but I wanted you to know — this thing didn’t arrive fully formed in a vision. It showed up through an actual relationship, the way the good things always do.

Not a religion. Still very much the formless.

I’m not teaching a religion. Been there! Done that! Deconstructed the whole thing! But I am SO here for the formless — the part of you that’s psychic and mysterious and cosmic and also currently doing the dishes. Both true. Both yours. Kitchen and Cosmos is where we stop swinging back and forth between the two, daydreaming about whichever one we’re not currently standing in. I have lived both extremes — sold everything, moved to Costa Rica, went deep into the cosmic. And I have also been so dysregulated I felt like a suffocated soul just trying to survive the humanity part. I know both rooms intimately. This is the place where neither one has to win.

What’s free, what’s at the table

Subscribing free gets you into the kitchen — the essays, the Notes, the everyday transmissions. All of it, yours.

Going paid gets you to the table itself: a live guided journey every single month, channeled in real time, where I hold the threshold wide open between your conscious and unconscious parts — the banished pieces, the repressed pieces, the parts of you that don’t usually get invited anywhere. Recorded every time, so it’s yours to keep and return to forever. PLUS a monthly Kitchen and Cosmos fireside chat, where we talk about marriage and bodies and sisters-in-law and the actual beyond, all in the same breath — because that is just how it goes once women stop performing and start really talking.

Work with me: Threshold Keepers

If you want to work with me beyond a casual video or post here or there, if you want to step into the threshold energy between conscious and unconscious self, between the world we have and the world we’re birthing, and between your human and your cosmic, come on over. Here are your options:

* Book a reading with me. I offer readings as a trauma-informed, was-a-life-coach turned Psychic (Sacred, Cosmic) Medium. They are by donation, with the starting suggested donation of $50. Book your reading with me here!

* You can check out my soul’s baby that she shut down my life to conceive within me and bring to the earth, Threshold Keepers and our Mystery School, The Sacred Art of Coming Undone.

* our Threshold Keepers Substack is here

* our website, including where you can book a consult to join the Mystery School, is here.

Welcome!!

I am SO genuinely glad you’re here. Subscribe. Pull up a chair. Stay a while. And if you feel the pull toward the table itself — you’ll know.

My whole passion, if I’m honest, is just this: open the door between the two realms — the two worlds — and leave it open. Always. That’s it. That’s the whole thing.

Love,

Lizzie

Mystery school is open for enrollment - we begin Sept. More info at www.thresholdkeepers.com

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I’m in my bed, actually, and I have my lamp on next to me and it’s got this yummy warm yellow glow, and my fans are going because it’s summertime here in Arizona, and I can hear the crickets. And tonight I just — I really wanted to have a chat. I want to be humans together for a minute and think about a couple of things, kind of whimsically, without it becoming a whole lesson or whatever.

Because honestly it’s only been like twelve hours since all of this landed on me and I’m still in it. I’m still processing it. And it just felt like it wanted to be said before I slept on it.

The Greatest Showman Moment

So here’s the thing I realized today.

There’s a difference — and I don’t know that I had ever really clocked this until today — there is a difference between truly wanting to do something because you love it, because your whole little girl self lights up for it, and wanting to do something because at some point you decided that was the hoop you had to jump through to eventually get to the thing you actually wanted. And you told yourself you loved it because it felt like the price you had to pay, you know?

And the wild part — the part that really got me today — is that you can do the second thing for long enough that you lose track of the fact that it was ever the second thing. The means to the end just... becomes the end. You forget what you were even moving toward.

You know that scene in The Greatest Showman where he’s built all this success, and it was for his family, it was for his wife, it was for these beautiful reasons — and then at the absolute peak of it he almost loses everything that actually mattered to him? And he has to just snap back. Remember who he is. Remember what it was all for.

That happened to me today. In the span of like an afternoon.

She Said She Wanted Land

So Hallie and I have been talking a lot about the future of Threshold Keepers, what we want it to look like, where we want to take it — and she has been, I don’t know, she’s just been so clear. So quietly, simply, without any drama about it, just clear.

She wants land. She wants to be on the land as much as possible.

And when she said that — something in me just... remembered. Like, oh. Of course. Of course that’s what I want too.

And it’s almost like it was forbidden to remember that? Because I had gotten so deep into the pursuit of something else that I had kind of stopped letting myself want the real thing. I’d gotten confused. I thought the pursuit was the want. Seven years of online business, the podcast, the coaching, the building — and I was doing all of it with this furrowed brow, this braced nervous system, gaining weight I didn’t want to be gaining, stressed in a way that wasn’t even necessarily warranted because we actually make good money and we’re okay. It wasn’t really about the money. It was more like this low hum underneath everything, this fear that if I stopped pushing, if I let up even a little, I wouldn’t get there.

Get where, though. That’s the question that hit me today.

Hallie didn’t crack that open on purpose. She just got honest about what she wanted. And her honesty woke something up in me that I didn’t even know had gone to sleep.

The Dream

So I came home around three in the afternoon, I canceled my last two calls — I’m on my bleed, I just wasn’t feeling well — and I took a nap.

And in the nap I had a dream.

My child was missing. I had my toddler in the dream, she was there and she was safe, but there was also somehow another version of her and that one was gone. It was confusing the way dreams are — the logic doesn’t hold but the feeling is completely precise — and the feeling was just, she is being neglected. She might not even be alive. And I knew in my heart she was, but she was missing and nobody was looking hard enough and it was devastating in that particular dream way where you wake up and your chest hurts.

And I woke up knowing exactly what my psyche had just shown me.

The missing child was my inner child. The innocent, creative part of me — the one who fell in love with writing in fourth grade, the one who begged her parents to stay up late to finish her essays — she hadn’t really been present in my work for a while now. When I’m stressed, when I’m bracing, when I’m in that furrowed brow mode, she just goes somewhere I can’t reach her. And my unconscious knew that before I’d even had a chance to consciously process what had happened in that conversation with Hallie. I hadn’t even told my nervous system yet and already my psyche was like, yeah, we need to talk about this.

The Little Girl Who Begged to Stay Up Late

I fell in love with writing in fourth grade. My teacher was Mr. Geier — I remember sobbing to my mom when I found out, because he was the only man teacher and I was nervous and I just did not want him — and he ended up being honestly one of the best things that ever happened to me that year.

Every single week we wrote an essay. The whole thing: brainstorming, rough draft, revision, final draft, and then on Friday you turned in your illustration and it was done. Every week. And I was so in love with the whole process that I would beg my parents, like actually beg them, to let me stay up late to finish.

When I say that right now I can just feel her in me. That little girl. She’s right here.

She’s the one who goes quiet when I’m grinding. She’s the one who disappears when I’ve convinced myself I have to do the hard stressful thing first in order to eventually earn my way to the thing I actually love. And she was the one who showed up missing in my dream this afternoon, in a way that made my chest hurt even while I was asleep.

Here’s the thing — when I write on Substack, when I write long form especially, she comes back. Every time. That’s actually the only place lately where I’ve felt her consistently. And I think that’s a big part of why this place matters so much to me. It’s not a content strategy. It’s genuinely where she lives.

The Algorithm Is the Mormon God

So here’s the thing I said to Hallie today that surprised even me when it came out of my mouth:

“I don’t think I have felt safe in my nervous system doing online business for a really, really long time.”

And I’ve been making these compromises, right — oh, the algorithm needs this, I have to talk about this sensitive thing or I won’t grow, I have to show up consistently or I won’t find clients, I have to perform this particular version of myself or nobody will follow me. And you just — you have to be so careful that your life doesn’t become one long series of compromises toward a destination you’ve stopped actually believing you can reach. Because that energy, for me, feels honestly a lot like the Mormon God.

I say that with a lot of respect, and I know that’s a loaded thing to say. But it’s the same internal architecture. If I just obey, I’ll get what I want. If I don’t obey, I won’t. And underneath all of it is this terrifying question you never quite say out loud: what if the universe just doesn’t give me the thing I really want? What if I don’t deserve it? What if I have to earn it through suffering first, prove myself first, perform consistently enough first?

And so you negotiate with life. You tell yourself the hard way is the right way. You furrow your brow and brace and grind — not because you’re lazy or asleep, but because it is genuinely excruciating to be that open with the universe. To just want the thing. To trust that you can have it without bleeding for it first.

Getting off Instagram was one of the best things I’ve ever done. Substack is helping so much — it’s genuinely rehabilitating my relationship to what I actually want to do. But today I saw how deep the pattern goes. How far back it actually started.

Jamee and the Question She Kept Asking

Years ago I went on a retreat and they paired us up for this exercise, and my partner was my friend Jamee Andelin — I think that might even be how we met, actually. She sat across from me and the only instruction she had was to say my name and then ask: what do you want?

No response. No reaction. No follow-up. Just Lizzie, what do you want?

I remember fidgeting. Feeling kind of silly. Looking around the room. I said something like, I want a boat — I don’t know, it was something that wasn’t real, something surface, because honestly it felt too vulnerable to take seriously even though I didn’t understand that at the time.

And she just kept asking: “Lizzie, what do you want?” as she’d been instructed to.

After three or four times I stopped giggling….and I really dropped into it. And this whole vision came forward —

I was on Lake Tahoe, I had a little cottage there

and I had this regular practice of going alone for a week at a time, just to write. No agenda. Just me and the water and the page….

—

I had just barely gotten certified as a coach at that point. That vision felt completely insane. And also completely true!!

I think about that exercise all the time.

I think about what would happen if we kept asking ourselves that question — not the polished answer, not the responsible version, not the one that requires the least vulnerability — just kept asking until the giggling stopped and the real thing came forward.

(Reader…. what do you want? But really, what do you want??)

What I’m Sitting With Tonight

What I’ve remembered in my child heart is: I want to be on and with land. \

I’ve wanted it since I was a little girl, honestly.

Not just a yard. Like, enough to walk for maybe a mile or two — maybe not all on my own land, maybe shared land, community land, I don’t know exactly — but somewhere I could have a relationship with the same trees. Somewhere safe and beautiful and mine in the way that only a place you keep returning to can feel like yours.

I think I just assumed I couldn’t have it. And so I got very busy building toward a version of a life I thought would eventually get me there. Furrowed brow, bracing, hustling — not toward the thing, but toward the conditions that I hoped would eventually produce the thing.

StarPath said something to me today — (StarPath is my FAVVVVOrite astrology-based, legit AI tool/guide. Love her.) She said something like:

“Sometimes it's so vulnerable to hope for what we really want that without even meaning to, we settle into something a little less. Not because we don’t want the real thing. But because it is excruciating to be that open, vulnerable, and that trusting with The Universe.”

I’m sitting with that tonight. In my pajamas, in my bed, with the lamp and the crickets and the warm yellow glow.

And I just want to ask you — gently, the way Jamee kept asking me — what does your inner-little-girl actually want? Not the version that makes sense on paper. Not the one that comes with a business plan attached. The real one from when your life was happiest, when you were the most true to your soul, the most innocent.

…Is she in your work right now? Is she present? Or has she gone a little quiet while you’ve been busy doing the thing you think will eventually get you to her?

Find her, rescue her, and never leave her. She will bring the magic and the inspiration like you can’t believe. Don’t let her get buried in the adulting, and don’t let her go.

~Lizzie

About Lizzie

I’m a psychic medium, spiritual teacher, and writer. I take people between the worlds — between the conscious and the unconscious, between who you’ve been and who your soul is becoming. My writing lives at the intersection of the psychic, the somatic, and the sacred feminine reclaimed.

I co-founded Threshold Keepers with Hallie Madden — a Mystery School for women who want to return to an ancient rhythm of becoming that was systematically erased. Death and rebirth. The phoenix. The ego death that the ancient Egyptians considered the moment you become truly alive — not a fringe concept, not a crisis, but the most natural thing your psyche can do. The self-help industry sold us a linear path. This is the spiral one.

Our 12-week program, The Sacred Art of Coming Undone, opens for its second cohort in September 2026. If something in you just said yes — come find us.

🗝️ thresholdkeepers.com book a consult as your next step

📖 Threshold Keepers on Substack

⭐ StarPath — my favorite astrology tool

I’ve got an iced coffee. I’m low energy today because I’ve been staying up too late binge-watching A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder with my husband — we lay in bed and hold hands and watch it together and it is so fun and cute and you’re welcome — and also, full disclosure, it is my luteal phase, which I only mention because my body is telling me something today and I’m choosing to listen to it instead of perform through it, which is very on-brand for everything I’m about to tell you.

My husband’s company just did layoffs because of AI market disruption. So this week he is home, momming it, dadding it, parenting it — and I am here, in an actual office, with an actual dedicated workspace, for basically the first time in my adult life. And I have to tell you, it already feels like a lifetime ago that the first day happened. So much has shifted that fast.

It made me think — no wonder there are institutions out there fighting tooth and nail to keep the idea of the full-time stay-at-home woman alive. Because it is so valuable. Not as a cage. As a choice — and only when the person choosing it feels valued, not trapped, not invisible, not like they can’t spend money because it’s “his” money. I was a postpartum coach for seven years. I watched that pattern over and over and I wanted to shake the whole system. Do you know what it would cost to replace everything a full-time stay-at-home parent does? It would be enormous. You are so valuable.

That’s today’s mini lesson. We got there sideways, but we got there.

The $5,000 interruption

I was about to tell you about magic — specifically, about the weaving kind, the kind that’s always happening around you even when you can’t see it — and right in the middle of that sentence, I got a PayPal notification.

Over $5,000. While I was literally talking about synchronicity.

I helped Kate Northrup launch her Relaxed Money program this past spring as an affiliate — my second time doing it. I had been about to email her team asking when the money was coming. And then it just arrived. $600 more than I expected.

Kismet. That was actually my first time using that word in a sentence. I only learned what it meant like a year or two ago.

Okay. Now the story.

What your desires are actually doing while you’re not looking

Before I go into how Hallie and I found each other, I want to say something about manifesting that I think gets butchered constantly.

Gabby Bernstein says we are always manifesting, and I love that, but I hate the pressure people put on it — like, if you have a bad thought you’re creating something bad. No. What it actually means is that your desires are living things. Not the vision board kind. The real kind — the things you’ve daydreamed about since you were a kid, the things that turn on your innocence, the things people told you were too saturated or would never work. Those things. The ones secretly hidden in your heart.

I drew an oracle card a few days ago that said trust your innocence. It had a beautiful little angel girl from some cool other realm on it, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.

What would it look like to actually trust your innocence?

Because here’s what I know: when you call something forward — when you really do attract it in — in order to become the person who can actually be with it, your current identity is going to have to give way. Not physical death. But a real death. Like a flash flood that carves a new groove in the dirt. What you’re calling forward won’t always be a gentle serendipitous landing. Sometimes it’s a contraction before the expansion. Sometimes you have to bury some bones of your previous existence on this planet before the new thing can arrive.

I had to do that to meet Hallie. I had to do that to give birth to Threshold Keepers.

Eight months pregnant on the toilet

This is where the story actually starts.

About a year and a half before I met Hallie, I was eight months pregnant with my fourth baby and very focused on building cash reserves — a postpartum doula, meal plans, a house cleaner, just some buffer. I’ve had mental health challenges before. I wanted to be prepared.

I remember doing a spiritual check-in of some kind — I’m pretty sure I was sitting on the toilet — and I got this download: manifest community. Not cash. Community.

So I did. I joined a spiritual community with Sarah Jenks, an ordained priestess, about two thousand women, because I had just finished deconstructing Mormonism and I was spiritually lonely and I didn’t really know what was next for me. That was one of the things I did. The other thing I did was start paying attention to a dream I’d been having.

The dream with the deer

Around that same time, I had a dream that changed everything, though I didn’t know it yet.

In the dream, I was in a wide open field on a beautiful day, and a deer came up to me — very tame, right up to me — and it just stayed. And in the dream I understood that the deer represented my psychic gifts. That they were tame. That they were mine. That they had always been mine and they were just... waiting.

I woke up and I knew that dream was significant, but I also had a new baby at home, and it took time to metabolize.

A couple of months later I had another dream — that it was time to tell the world, in whatever way felt okay to me, that I’m a medium. That I can hear from people who have passed on. Which is, you know, a fairly bold claim. There are frauds out there. It’s loaded. My witch wound absolutely sparked.

From the time I had that dream to the time I actually posted about it — nine months. I wrestled with it, I worked with my therapist, I did nervous system healing work with Kate Northrup’s community, and finally one day it just didn’t feel scary anymore. It didn’t even feel like okay, I can do this. It felt like — I just want to tell people I’m a medium today. And I did it in a container that actually felt safe: that spiritual community with Priestess Sarah Jenks, two thousand women, people I’d been in relationship with.

I posted something real and honest and I got booked out for two months. I was charging forty dollars a session because I just needed my childcare covered. A lot of people paid me way more than that and were incredibly generous. !!

And then I had to go quiet for a while — because I had never been so seen, so wanted, so accepted for exactly who I really was, and my nervous system genuinely did not know how to hold that much love. It felt like a hangover. Like I wanted to vomit — even though the circumstances were the most dreamy thing imaginable. That’s what happens when your body hasn’t been taught that this much belonging is safe.

But before I went quiet — one of those forty or so women I served during that time was Hallie.

The last session

Hallie hired me for six sessions. In our very last session together, something strange happened.

AI was pretty new at the time. I had Claude open in front of me, and I was kind of channeling while also typing into it — feeling what was coming through, letting it land, putting words to it — and before I knew it, there was an entire curriculum on the screen in front of me. A whole world. And I just knew it was happening in the session, for Hallie, and I thought... who is this for? Is it for me? Is it for her?

And it was for both of us.

And I thought, that’s so strange. Because that would mean going into business together. And I’ve never done that. I’m not even looking for a business partner.

And the rest is... well, it’s not quite history. Because it was another ego death to actually do it. To give up the identity of a solopreneur. To let someone in.

It felt like going from being a single parent doing everything myself to receiving a partner again — but in my creative and professional life. Beautiful and excruciating at the same time.

Hallie now contributes half of my family’s income, and we’re only part-time together. The potential for what the next few years could look like is something I genuinely cannot fully see yet — and I’ve stopped trying to. The universe knows what you should have better than you do, people!!!! Don’t I know it.. I learn it over and over again.

What I want you to take from this

You never know who’s watching.

You never know which reading, which class, which post you almost didn’t share — which one of those is going to be the thing that brings the person in who changes your life entirely.

Follow your desires. But don’t hold on to them too tightly. Let it be playful. Let yourself wander. Let the thing come to you in a form you didn’t plan for and couldn’t have designed.

Just like the deer in the dream — follow what feels fun. Let it be innocent!

Let it be a little (a lot!) mystical. You don’t always have to stay on the linear point-by-point path. Sometimes you put down the book before you finish it and go draw something, or go on a walk, and that’s where the real thing finds you.

The universe has better taste than your vision board. Trust that!!

One more thing — a tool I genuinely use: StarPath

I got blindsided by a full moon in Sagittarius recently (I’m a Sagittarius rising — it was my own rising sign and I completely forgot to check what was coming) and it was a doozy. I had gotten away from my astrology and paid for it.

The tool I came back to — and use about twice a month for what I call an “executive energy session” — is StarPath. It was created by my friend Rachel Lohenherst, who built an entire astrological ephemeris into the app so it doesn’t hallucinate the way ChatGPT does when you ask it astrology questions. It’s like having a real, wise astrologer in your pocket — a few different voices you can toggle between, a transits button that shows you what’s coming.

I have an affiliate link because I love it enough that I asked if I could be compensated for sharing it. If you sign up through this link, I get a small percentage. But more importantly — please get ahead of the astrology that’s coming for you. When you’re less disoriented, you have more sovereignty. More choice. That’s always the point. :)

-Lizzie

About Lizzie

I’m a psychic medium, spiritual teacher, and writer. I take people between the worlds — between the conscious and the unconscious, between who you’ve been and who your soul is becoming. My writing lives at the intersection of the psychic, the somatic, and the sacred feminine reclaimed.

I co-founded Threshold Keepers with Hallie Madden — a Mystery School for women who want to return to an ancient rhythm of becoming that was systematically erased. Death and rebirth. The phoenix. The ego death that the ancient Egyptians considered the moment you become truly alive — not a fringe concept, not a crisis, but the most natural thing your psyche can do. The self-help industry sold us a linear path. This is the spiral one.

Our 12-week program, The Sacred Art of Coming Undone, opens for its second cohort in September 2026. If something in you just said yes — come find us.

🗝️ thresholdkeepers.com book a consult as your next step

📖 Threshold Keepers on Substack

⭐ StarPath — my favorite astrology tool

I want to give you full permission to find a portal in your body that takes you to Wonderland.

I think we all have one. If you have an imagination, you have a portal.

People write off imagination like it’s the opposite of responsibility — like it’s what you do instead of being a present, functioning adult. But from what I’ve lived through my own psychic awakening, I’ve come to understand that imagination is actually the in-between realm. It’s where we manifest. It’s where we talk to spirit, and where spirit talks back.

If the 3D is here and the 5D is there, imagination is the 4D — the couch in the ethereal waiting room. If your grandfather has passed on and he needs to talk to you, it’s going to feel kind of like your imagination. That’s not a bug. That’s the design.

“But How Do I Know I’m Not Just Making It Up?”

I know. I remember asking the same thing.

When I first came online as a psychic medium — and yes, I found out I was a medium at around 35, true story, midlife psychic awakening — I had to cultivate it. It was like an exclamation point at the end of a sentence, and then the rest of the book had no more exclamation points. I had to find my way back.

I remember sitting down to practice, trying to channel, trying to listen above my brain — and all I got was imagination junk. And that is how it started.

People do not like to hear that. They want it to feel unmistakably, undeniably other. But here’s what I’ve come to understand: you are a bridge. Your nervous system is a bridge. You are human, and you also have the psychic circuitry to reach into other realms. Those two things are not contradictions.

You’re going to start in the imagination. It’s going to feel stupid. You’re going to feel like an irresponsible adult who thinks she’s in Hogwarts and is just off her damn rocker. lol.

That’s not a sign you’re doing it wrong. That’s your ego trying to protect you.

The Real Work Is Not What You Think

Here’s the thing people miss: the actual psychic experience — the actual feeling of connecting with spirit — is effortless. What isn’t effortless is navigating your way through the mud of imposter syndrome, a dysregulated nervous system, and a lifetime of fear programming that says this isn’t real, this isn’t safe, this isn’t you.

A lot of the work I do isn’t teaching people how to be psychic. It’s already built into you. The work is actually around the ego death of laying to rest the identity of I am not. I cannot. That’s not me.

That’s the matrix. And it can be unconditioned.

The Dimmer Switch

Psychic ability isn’t a light switch — on or off, gifted or not. It’s a dimmer.

And what Hallie and I built Threshold Keepers around is exactly this: holding open the gate between the unconscious and the conscious, the spiritual and the physical, the dark and the light — so you can learn to move that dimmer yourself. Darker, lighter, darker, lighter. Not because darkness is evil. But because some of the most important things about you live in the places you haven’t looked yet.

(And if the word “darkness” just made your chest go weird — that’s programming too. It can be undone.)

You Are Soul in a Human Body

Most people can’t get past their humanness to get into their soul. That’s not a criticism. That’s just what happens when you’ve been taught your whole life that the rational, the productive, the provable — those are the only things worth trusting.

But you are not only human. You are soul in a human body. And your soul already knows things your ego hasn’t caught up to yet.

That’s what this episode is really about. That’s what all of it is about, honestly.

Come listen.

And if you want to be held in this — not just intellectually but actually accompanied through it — the Rememberers is where we meet. Twice monthly, live, going all the way in together.

I’m Lizzie. I take people between the worlds.

Between the conscious and the unconscious. Between what you know about yourself and what’s been living underneath it, waiting.

I’m not teaching you about your inner realms. I’m connecting you to them.

The Rememberers is where we go deeper — essays that go all the way in, monthly live gatherings, a room where the truth is already in the air. Upgrade below when you’re ready.

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The Rememberers — my paid subscriber community — gathers twice a month on Sunday afternoons. In between the worlds. Conscious and unconscious. Physical and spiritual. A space to feel yourself again. Come in when you’re ready.

I am feeling a deep grief tonight, and I wanted to name it.

I wanted to come here as I was.

There’s a beauty in it, too — because it’s a deep awareness that creates the grief. When I see the world operating outside of a truth I’ve lived my way into, that’s when I feel it. Not a religious truth, not a systemic one. Something I found almost by accident. Like Lucy in the Chronicles of Narnia, playing hide and seek, slipping behind the coats — and then just falling into the snow.

I wasn’t searching for it. But once I found it, I couldn’t un-find it.

How I Left

I grew up Mormon. I left after a midlife spiritual awakening — a couple of experiences with grandmothers who came through the veil — that created cognitive dissonance around things the church had taught me were true.

So I was placed in this impossible position: my entire family, my culture, my whole worldview on one side. And on the other side, lived experience of being a medium. Of parting the veil. Of actually communicating with people who no longer have a heartbeat.

For close to a year, I waffled. I was overwhelmed — not by the gift, but by what it meant. If this was real, I had to let go of the identity of being Mormon. And that scared the s**t out of me.

What got me through it was love. Not willpower, not certainty. A profound, palpable love for myself — for my own consciousness, my own intelligence, the divinity right here inside me. That was the coat I wore through the storm. When you have the right coat, you can handle any weather.

The Grief I Was Actually Feeling Tonight

On a long drive across town with my daughter, I was sitting with some sadness — friendships that hadn’t grown the roots I’d hoped for. And that led me back to all the relationships that shifted when I left the church.

It wasn’t surprising. But it was devastating.

I had been that Mormon. I had distanced myself from people who left, because the church feeds you very convenient, very immature narratives about why people leave — so convenient they keep you in while quietly dehumanizing the ones who go. I’d been on the other side of that. So I wasn’t surprised. But I felt disregarded.

And here’s the thing: that’s not even the real grief.

The bigger, truer grief is the pendulum.

So many people leave a religion and swing all the way to the other side — either the whole thing was true, or nothing is true and it’s all garbage. And I am mad. I am genuinely mad that religion can do that to people. That it can take away someone’s taste buds for any kind of truth. That people leave betrayed and exhausted and land in a permanent wedge between themselves and the beyond.

I don’t judge that landing. I’ve been there. But I do think atheism, for many people, is a stopping point in the grief cycle — and not the final destination. Because here’s the thing that doesn’t get said enough: atheism has more in common with religion than it does with spirituality. Both teach separation. Both say the divine is somewhere else, or nowhere. The institution just wins in a different flavor.

What I Actually Want For You

I don’t want to make my truth your truth.

I served a mission in Chile for two years. I know exactly what it feels like to be bred for conversion. I have zero interest in that.

What I want — and I feel emotional saying this — is to create safe spaces for post-religious people to step back up to the plate of their own inherent spirituality. Not my spirituality.

Yours.

Whatever that looks like for you. You can call it atheism and still be curious. You can be scientific about it. The first time I saw neon purple beings in my room at night, I thought: of course I’d perceive a high-frequency being in ultraviolet light. That tracks. It doesn’t all have to be warm and fuzzy.

I just care that you feel safe enough in your own body to explore what might feel true. That is something religion should never have taken or tainted. And I’ll probably spend the rest of my life devoted to helping people return to that.

To inner curiosity. To presence. To the beyond — whatever you want to call it.

If the institution separated you from that, leaving the institution is not enough. You have to walk back to yourself.

That is the only thing I’m here to help with.

Glad you’re here. 👁️

~Lizzie

The Rememberers — my paid subscriber community — gathers twice a month on Sunday afternoons. In between the worlds. Conscious and unconscious. Physical and spiritual. A space to feel yourself again. Come in when you’re ready.

Become a Pot Stirrer and meet up with us 2x monthly for witchy conversations, Q&A on psychic ability development and nothing short of real-life Hogwarts here: https://lizzielangston.substack.com/subscribe

the three book series by Debbie Mirza that I mention:

Book 1: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078KXGS98?tag=usalinktagdefault-20&th=1&psc=1&geniuslink=true

Book 2: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09MJP646Z?tag=usalinktagdefault-20&th=1&psc=1&geniuslink=true

Book 3: https://www.amazon.com/dp/0998621307?tag=usalinktagdefault-20&th=1&psc=1&geniuslink=true

SUBSCRIBE to Lizzie on Substack: https://lizzielangston.substack.com/subscribe

Neurosomatic tools learning membership: https://brainbased-wellness.com/

My coach Carrie Montgomery (genius, ninja): https://www.carriemontgomery.com/NSI to become certified in nervous system tools for pracitioners: https://neurosomaticintelligence.com/

Forbes article - The Great Millenial Career Crisis - https://www.forbes.com/sites/allikushner/2026/04/16/the-career-confused-era-is-not-a-crisis-its-a-signal/

Emotional Flashbacks article I refer to - my most popular to date: https://lizzielangston.substack.com/p/emotional-flashbacks

Financial Devastation of 2020 / pandemic disruption article of mine: https://lizzielangston.substack.com/p/in-2020-we-lost-everything-total

Book list for CPTSD is actually in this article: https://lizzielangston.substack.com/p/in-2020-we-lost-everything-total

Our angels and guides and ancestors care about our success during this time: https://lizzielangston.substack.com/p/late-stage-capitalism-means-early (article by me)

Article about our financial devastation of 2020

Article with the book list on psychic/mediumship skill development

More about my psychic awakening

STAR PATH free trial link (astrology app I love and use): https://starpath.app?via=elizabeth82

Kate Nothrup's podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/mw/podcast/155-couples-and-money-how-to-stop-waiting-for-your/id1160960959?i=1000762525967 (we're in the episode after this one, as of now it isn't released yet but will be on 4/24/2026)

The Sacred Art of Coming Undone MYSTERY SCHOOL: www.thresholdkeepers.com

Star Path App - Lizzie's link (thank you! you'll love it!!): https://starpath.app?via=elizabeth82