THE MORMON BLESSING THAT ERASED ME: Why It’s Time to Change Your Mind

I was 14 years old when a man put his hands on my head and told me who I was supposed to be.

He called it a patriarchal blessing. A message from God.

The first line told me I was “one of the great and chosen ones” — one of the noble souls who existed before birth, handpicked for this life. I felt seen. Special. Chosen.

And then, in the same breath, he told me my husband would be “worthy of my love” — and I needed to obey him. That my mission on Earth was to be a mother and homemaker, decorating my home “by the labors of my own hands.” That Satan had been loosed upon the Earth and would do everything in his power to destroy my soul — and safety could only be found by following the word of God given by men.

I was 14.
And I believed it.

The Cage Wrapped in Love

I came from a family with deep roots in racism, homophobia, xenophobia, and patriarchy.

When I was 13, I introduced my grandfather to a boy I liked — a Black boy competing in a Michael Jackson dance competition. My grandfather stared at him, looked him up and down, turned his head, and refused to shake his hand.

I screamed at my grandfather the entire car ride home. I told him that if he died today and met God, God wouldn’t put up with his garbage. We had problems after that that were never resolved.

After my mother’s death, I learned more of the hidden secrets about my grandfather that helped me evolve further.

My grandmother was brilliant. A published poet. A professional interior designer and an incredible oil painter. But she didn’t get her driver’s license until her 40s. Didn’t pierce her ears until after that, and her daughters nagged her into it.

She spent decades having baby after baby, cooking, cleaning, serving her husband and children. She was so conditioned to suppress her own feelings that when I would tell her how I felt about something, she’d say, “Honey, you don’t feel that way.”

And I would scream. I would cry. I would say, “YES, I DO. You can’t tell me how I feel.”

She couldn’t let me feel because she wasn’t allowed to feel.

The oppression gets passed down, generation to generation, wrapped in love and good intentions.

When I left the Mormon church, I had to leave most of my family behind. They didn’t treat me well after that.

I met Jack when I was 36 years old. And for the first time in my life, I had a partner who didn’t expect me to be a certain way. Who didn’t need me to shrink? Who saw my power and said, “Yes. MORE of that.”

It’s been 19 years since I broke out of that box.
19 years of rebuilding my life from the ground up.
19 years of unlearning the lies I was told about who I was supposed to be.

Here’s What I Know Now

We have ALL been conditioned.

Every single one of us was taught to be a certain kind of person.

Women were taught to be pretty but not too sexy, smart but not threatening, strong but not loud. We were told our worth came from how well we served others. How quietly we endured. How gracefully we diminished ourselves.

Men were taught to be stoic, unemotional, dominant, but never vulnerable. They were told their worth came from how much they could control, earn, and suppress.

And now the whole system is falling apart.

The Earth’s frequency has shifted. Consciousness is rising. And the old structures — the ones built on dominance, suppression, and control — can no longer hold.

Women are waking up. We’re refusing to shrink. We’re refusing to obey. We’re reclaiming our power, our voices, our lives.

And men who can’t evolve — who can’t step out of the box they were told they had to stay in — are being left behind.

Not because women are cruel. But because we will no longer participate in the lies.

This is why marriages are ending. Why friendships are dissolving. Why families are fracturing.

The foundation was rotten. And we’re finally willing to admit it.

It’s Okay to Change Your Mind

It is OKAY to change your mind.

It’s okay to look at the beliefs you were handed and say, “This doesn’t fit me anymore.”

It’s okay to walk away from religion, family, careers, relationships, and identities that no longer serve you.

Changing your mind isn’t a weakness. It’s evolution.

And right now, evolution isn’t optional. It’s survival.

My Invitation to You

If you’re reading this and feeling something crack open inside you — good. That’s the cage breaking.

If you’re realizing that the life you’ve been living isn’t actually yours — good. That’s clarity arriving.

It’s time to change your mind.

It’s time to question everything you were told about who you’re supposed to be. It’s time to stand up, speak out, and refuse to shrink.

The world is crumbling. Let it. We’re building something better.

Mama Tiff
Spiritual Teacher | Psychic Medium | Channeler of The Blue