From Trolls to Triumph


When I first opened my Twitter account in March 2009, I was the proverbial fish out of water, navigating the subterraneous quicksand of a viral world with little couth, manners or self-respect. I began posting original content eager to share the volumes of poetry, prose and original quotes I had written for more than five decades but I never gave a thought to seeking fame or fortune. My goals were far more altruistic in nature.

My stream was filled with businesses promotions, sales pitches and fake celebrities, while a staggering number were seeking viral fame. There were those who would tweet or should I say SCREAM, IN ALL CAPS at celebrities, trying to get their attention. To say the least it was a diverse demographic of the success seekers, artists, lonely hearts and of course, the bizarre.

Very few were posting anything inspirational at the time and even fewer were posting anything about love, spirituality or God. I was one of the first, if not the first, to post the hashtag #PrayerRequest when national or world events occurred. I never considered how threatening that would be to atheists, witches and those who were the rallying cry for everything dark and ugly. In my naiveté, I began friending faceless beings who were sitting behind a computer waiting for something to jump on.

Within four months, the United Nations found a song I posted on Twitter and invited me to sing at the Spirit Awards, and that was the moment the trolls came out of their darkened caves.

At first it was just a small group of disgruntled tweeting, who were unhappy with themselves but soon it began to grow and fester like an oozing boil refusing to heal. Every lonely, angry, frustrated, weak-willed or threatened follower glommed on all looking for a villain to hide behind. Sadly, people do love a blood bath as witnessed with the recent rise in celebrity on celebrity feuds so the louder the leader, the greater the number of minions.

In 2009, Cyberbullying was a relatively new societal anomaly and there were no provisions in place to prevent or stop the onslaught. Statisticians vary on the volume of cyberbullying related suicides but to say there has been an increase since 2005, would be an understatement.

In my meditations I continually heard, “Don’t react, don’t respond,” so I didn’t for years and about every 10 months they would start all over again and each time with more fervor. I have always believed and even wrote the quote, “When you get defensive, you have already lost the battle,” and there was nothing to defend anyway. The fabrication of stories, lies and character assassination was complete with fakes videos, fake accounts, computer hacking and vulgar phone calls and tweets.

One day in their boredom, they contacted the Chief Operating Officer and branding phenome of a billion dollar corporation, reporting that I was infringing on the copyrights of their famed photographer. I had used some of her photography, found in google images, without knowing she was the photog. Finding the owners of such public images is often difficult, if not altogether impossible, with such an enormous volume of images in the public domain.

In his email, this COO stated that he’d be contacted by these folks but after having a look at my website, he found nothing alarming and instead thought my site was “inspirational.” He then gave me permission to use any of their copyrighted images, any time I wanted. It was a powerful moment witnessing hate backfire on those who hurled it at me.

His email was a beacon of light in a very dark storm and from that day forward, not only did I admire his business acumen but I soon came to know him better in continued emails and a lengthy phone call.

Over the years, more of the same continued from the trolls, each time the volume was deafening and each time I walked through the fire with few if any burns. I watched as one by one, they begin to die from heart attacks, cancers and strokes. To date 8 of the original bullies have left the earth and I tell you that in all humility because it is such a good example of how emotions affect health. I felt a sense of compassion for them because I knew they were victims of their own hate, and that is the most important message you can take from this.

Everything you put into the world emotionally returns to you without exception. The emotion of hate blocks arteries, anger kills human organs and cells, meanness and false accusations destroy well-being. When people project their own unhealed emotions and dysfunction onto others, the boomerang effect is inevitable. “What you think you are doing to another, you are in fact doing to yourself.” It is always a surprise to me when someone harbors, acts out or humiliates themselves by showing others who they are in such a public venue. It’s like watching an intoxicated friend, stick their head in the commode while you stand by helplessly. They are unable to see how they are being perceived by the public at large until the next day when they hang their head in humiliation complete with embarrassment and regret.

Since then, strict laws have been enacted prohibiting and dealing with social media bullies. Social media sites now have provisions in place to delete the accounts of those who use a computer to threaten, terrorize, intimidate or harass anyone online and in many states such acts are deemed felonies, accompanied by serious jail time.

In the more than 23 years I’ve been teaching higher consciousness, I’ve learned that embracing the dark moments of life is as essential as dancing in the light. All aspects have purpose and all challenges are nothing more than a catalyst to expand your consciousness. No matter how painful, no matter how difficult, the soul chose and attracted all of it on some level. You may not EVER know the reason why something happens in your life although most of the time, the reasons do become clear with time. You then look back, remembering the pain as you bask in the glory of where that road of heartache led you, which brings me to the capstone of this story.

I am grateful for every single person who contributed to the hardships, heartaches and trials of my journey through life. The purpose for the bullying had now led me to my future, a greater outcome than I could have dreamed.

On July 17, 2016, the COO of the billion dollar brand, the world renowned phenome of licensing, branding and marketing, the same one the trolls contacted just three years ago, became my Master Agent, for literary, licensing, public relations, branding and marketing. There could be no one more qualified to handle me, my company and the entire body of work I have been creating for decades. He is a giant in his field of expertise and he would not have found me, if not for those that meant harm to me. What they meant for harm, Spirit meant for good. The feeling ran akin and it reminded me of the Biblical Joseph who was thrown into the pit by his jealous brothers, abused as a slave of Egypt for twenty years, then lifted up as the second most powerful man in all of Egypt.

I now realize if not for those unhappy, hateful souls, I would not be aglow in the rapture of this incredible and fortuitous pairing.


Ariaa is a  Spiritual Life Strategist, Global Thought Leader, Huffington Post Contributor, Animal/Human Rights/Senior Advocate

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The Road Beyond Conscious Un-Coupling


It began with God as everything in my life does.

I began getting messages through automatic writings in June 1991.

The messages were specific; a man with salt and pepper hair, from a foreign country, who loved classical music, named Michael would soon become my husband.

I told everyone who would listen, even my skeptical family, who to say the least loved God but did not believe he actually spoke to anyone, much less about something as mundane as an impending marriage.

On the morning I was to sing a few solos at my tiny little church in N. Hollywood, I was besieged with immense grief. I had been at the hospital the night before with 15 others, singing my friend of more than 20 years, Jim, into heaven.

As I stood before the congregation of about 100 people, all of them shared my pain. Jim was also a member of Unity Church and everyone loved him. As I sang, their tears mingled with my own.

I returned home after the service and sat in pure desolation, inconsolable, I always took things emotionally too hard. The phone rang. In a meager voice, the man on the other end told me that he had trouble getting anyone to give him my phone number. He mentioned that the only way the minister would give it to him, was to make a copy of his driver’s license.  He then said, “Have dinner with me tonight.” My reply was quick and curt; “My best friend just died, I am not up for a date!” He then said the magic words that pierced my soul as truth; “God sent me.” I said, “What, what did you say?” Once again, he repeated this mystical, rather risk-taking statement, “God sent me.” “Okay, but you have to have me home by 8:30 pm!”

I dried my tears, reapplied my makeup and bucked up like a good Texas gal. When he arrived, he came around to open the car door for me like a perfect gentleman, which every southern girl loves. He walked around the other side to get in the driver’s seat but all I could think of was my friend Jim. As he buckled his seat belt, he turned a side profile and I saw the salt and pepper hair and my mind began to swirl remembering what the angels and Spirit had told me a few months earlier in those automatic writings.

I began questioning him like a Sherlock Holmes; “What kind of music do you like? Where are you from? What’s your last name?” With every answer I knew, THIS WAS THE GUY I WAS GOING TO MARRY. But of course there was no way I was going to tell him and have him dismiss me as a crazy person.

Dinner was memorable; I lingered on his every word. Time ceased existing. So this was the man I would spend my life with; he was spiritual, caring, handsome and charming with an accent that was somewhere between German and French and he was honest. True to his word, he had me home by 8:30.

The next morning, I was about to leave to work as an “extra” on the set of “Seinfeld” when the doorbell rang. It was Michael holding a bottle of multi-vitamins. Dumbstruck by the implication of this unusual gift, I could not have been more captivated. I was extremely thin, all of 100lbs, and as a German he was concerned. This was a monumental gesture since no man had ever cared about my well-being before, they simply sought to taste the goods, not nourish them.

The next night on our second date, he kissed me for the first time and my knees literally buckled. He proposed right then and there and a few weeks later, white dress and all, we were married. His last girlfriend, who by the way had been both a Playboy “Playmate of the Month” and then was subsequently chosen, “Playmate of the Year” was having no part of it. She threatened to do horrible things to us at our wedding even chasing Michael down on the morning of our wedding, begging him not to marry me. With bodyguards in place and the television show, “Hard Copy” in hot pursuit of this juicy, “Bunny with a Bite” tabloid tale, we were married in the same little church we met in. Scan0023

The marriage had its challenges like most but with a few extraordinary hurdles to overcome, ones that most marriages would have never survived. My death in 1993 would have challenged any man but more for Michael, it was very much like getting a totally new wife. The mystical and extraordinary things that occurred over the span of our marriage since that remarkable day would have sent men running in fear but Michael was spiritually evolved and thank God, into science fiction so was well versed with an expanded imagination for all things nonlinear.

Additionally, our commonalities and love for culture, animals, music, art, theater and God were the glue. We lasted almost 16 years until as an engineer he was sent to work for 3 months in Thailand for his company. After several trips there, the inevitable happened.

Again, through a powerful and mystical event, greater than I can convey in this short story, it was revealed verbatim what was occurring down in Thailand and I was told that I would be divorced within months. And as with the accuracy of most everything I receive from Spirit, everything I was told and shown indeed was true.

There was no reason to fight or argue, what had been spoken from above was already done below so we filed our own divorce, worked out all the details with such loving care that the judge denied the divorce until he could see us both in his courtroom some months later. We went together and walked in holding hands.

The judge spoke, “Mr. and Mrs. Jaeger, I want you both to know that the court has no intention of interfering with your divorce, however, I have been sitting on the bench for more than 25 years and I have never seen such a beautiful agreement forged between 2 people who are getting a divorce. I just wanted to meet you both to see if this was real or if you were both crazy?!?

As the proceedings continued, while on the stand, this amazing judge could see the tears welling up in my eyes, afterall I thought I would be married for a lifetime. With a tender heart, the judge not knowing that my husband, in the midst of a classic mid-life crisis, was about to marry a young lady in Thailand within months, he leaned in and said; “Mrs. Jaeger, you know I have the power to postpone this divorce and order counseling if you think it will help.” I loved that he cared so much that I later sent a thank you note to him after all was said and done.  At the end of the final decree, he literally said, “Mr. and Mrs. Jaeger, it has been a pleasure and an honor to meet you both.”

Divorced but not unfriended, we remained in touch as I wished him all the best on his impending marriage. Five months later he married in Thailand though was never able to bring his bride back to America. Ten months later he flew back to Thailand for his second divorce in less than a year. Today, she is one of my Facebook friends.

It has been nine years and Michael and I have remained friends and have spoken every single day since our divorce, even sharing a joint bank account among other things.

I share all of this as a testament to what I teach and how I truly live my life. Not only do I surrender fully to knowing that I have created all of it on some esoteric level, but I surrender to the notion, as one of my quotes says, “That which is meant to be will be,” and “Those who are intended to love you, will.” One of the many reasons we have remained such good friends and confidants is because he too, lives these principles and we share the same philosophy.Scan0034

In many ways we still act like a married couple. Every business trip, every vacation, he calls me from every airport along his journey and again when he arrives at his final destination. I ask the wife type questions, “Did you have a good flight? Did you get something to eat? How’s your hotel?”  Our friends marvel at how beautifully we’ve managed to navigate the realm of divorce and continue such a strong friendship and they joke that we should remarry. But we are both quite content to be closer as friends than most married couples and would never revisit the path that leads backwards.

We live our lives without resentment, with no victim mentality for anything that has happened in our 25 year relationship. When there was physical and verbal abuse, when there were challenges with our mentally ill daughter, when there was cheating and betrayal, we rose to the occasion and ask the right questions; “Why did I attract this into my life? What is this trying to teach me and can I endure it long enough to rise above it?” We used every hardship, heartache and trial as a catalyst and the answers were befitting anyone trying to reach the highest level of spiritual evolution possible while in the earth.

The level of mastery I speak of we share in common. It is the ability to overcome all limitations such as sickness, disease, abuse, trials, tests, betrayal, abandonment, loss, fear, death, poverty, judgement, ego and heartbreak. Neither of us has been sick with even a cold in more than 23 years which is a prime example of how much we truly employ these principles. It is called Christ consciousness, in which you embody unconditional love no matter what the world or others do to you, no matter what you encounter on the roads of life.

Unconditional love is just that, without blemish, without need, without want, without desire. It is a state of inner and outer peace, a mindset of acceptance and contentment with all things great and small. It is the goal of all great gurus, teachers and spiritual wanderers, the crème de la crème of human life merged with God. And those who seek it, who live it, who embrace its narrow road, find that once it is accomplished there is nothing comparable on earth and nothing left to do but love.Scan0034 (2)

When love is in perfect sync with the Divine, the soul has mastered all there is and discovers that earth no longer feels like home. Like a moth to the flame, the soul begets its final transformation, leaving earth and humanness behind to return to its origin of life where love was first formed, in heaven.

As for now, my ex-husband arrives next weekend, driving more than 50 hours round trip to spend a week with me and all on or near 2 pinnacle dates; the 9th anniversary of our divorce (June 8) and the 23rd year since my death in the Alps. (June 17) We are truly living a divorce of mutual respect, mutual admiration and divine connection. I highly recommend it.

Ariaa Jaeger is a Spiritual Life Strategist, Global Thought Leader, Intuitive counselor and Best-Selling Author. If you would like to make an appointment with Ariaa or wish to set up a free consultation or reading, visit her website,

What If?


What would you do if you were told you had 3 months to live? Would you cherish every second and relish it with more passion? Would you get your affairs in order so you don’t leave those behind burdened with planning your memorial or dealing with discarding your stuff or trying to find your passwords to all of your accounts?

Would you hug longer, would you kiss more, would you say I love you to everyone in your life? Would you mend fences and make amends with those you’ve hurt or those who have hurt you ? Would you breath deeper, suddenly travel to all the places you’ve longed to visit? Would you climb mountains or skydive or parasail across seas and oceans? Would you finally burn that pretty candle you’re saving for a special occasion?  Would you finally burn that pretty candle you’re saving for a special occasion? Would you eat the ice cream late at night or have the lobster for supper? Would you worry less about what you look like and more about what you are leaving behind in the way of goodness or something useful? Would you write notes or make videos for your loved ones and children so they have you with them in some small way during the pinnacle moments of their continuing lives? Would you touch everyone you could touch, cause a spark to lift them, feed them all the wisdom you have garnered in your time on earth? Would you bless the rude guy in traffic instead of curse him and would you slow down to see the pain in the eyes of those you’ve ignored on the street corner…would you stop and give them all the money in your purse or wallet ..NOW?

What would you do if you were told you had 3 months to live? Then do it today, live in the moment. Stop worrying about your tomorrows when your today is at hand. LIVE, LIFT, LOVE, PRAY, TOUCH, GIVE, BREATH, SENSE, FEEL, DANCE, SING, REJOICE, BE fully engulfed in every second of every day. ~Ariaa Jaeger Ariaa.comDSCN934222

Ariaa Jaeger is a Spiritual Life Strategist, Global Thought Leader, Intuitive counselor and Best-Selling Author. If you would like to make an appointment with Ariaa or wish to set up a free consultation or reading, visit her website,

The Wisdom of Restraint


AriaaJaegerRestraintHow much self-control do you have and do you realize that self-control is power? Did you know that when you fail to use it by popping off, voicing your useless opinion or stating the obvious, you are actually giving up your power? Now don’t get me wrong, there are times when you have to engage productively to create change as with Human/LGBT/Animal and Senior rights or other causes for the environment or other. But notice the word “productively”.

Due in part to social media which has become a platform for the ignorant, the angry, fame whores, the weak and attention seekers, we are seeing the onslaught of ugly spewed ad nauseum daily. Everyone wants to throw in their 2 cents typically revealing the personal dysfunctional issues, which they have clearly failed to address. As a Spiritual Life Strategist and wellness counselor, its a mine field for me. I see all the souls I could help if only they were willing. Sadly in most cases they enjoy their vitriol or mommy damage way too much to ever heal it. In fact most of these who behave badly feed from it. They need it like they need breath never realizing how clearly others see their pain or personal demons.

Restraint is an art form and if people would just take a ten count pause and ask one simple question, “How can I ADD something useful to this conversation?” vs “How can show my arrogance and stupidity right now?” the world would vastly improve. As one grows older you realize some things will not change with words, that words are useless and a waste of energy. Actions speak louder than words. Take your power back and measure whether your words and behavior contribute something valuable or simply add to the cesspool of stupid. ~Ariaa Jaeger (if you want to heal it, get in touch with me.)

Ariaa Jaeger is a Spiritual Life Strategist, Intuitive counselor and Best-Selling Author. If you would like to make an appointment with Ariaa or wish to set up a free consultation or reading, visit her website,

The Laws of Attraction


Ariaa Jaeger

Everyone with rare exception knows that you attract into your life a reflection of what you think. But you also attract into your life what you judge. If you think men are players, you attract players, if you think people are dishonest, you attract dishonest people. If you are focused on a sickness or disease, you attract more. If you focus on poverty or lack, you gain nothing more than an empty bank account. Everything you hold in your conscious thought becomes your cage and your reality.

Manifestations begin with a single thought, the spark of energy that lights the flame of continuation. It spins and spirals into the universe where angels receive its charge and light the flame to quicken its flow. Your intensity, your passion and desire then propel it further into the maze where all thoughts go known as the collective conscience. It searches then encircles your…

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