Adrienne Schroeder

 This astrological event I and astrologers everywhere have been looking at for years - a key line in the sand moment of the acceleration of New Earth, a new era and the crumbling of old structures by way of fire. Exact on 2/20/26 - rippling for decades to come.

Sandwiched between the first Aquarius Eclipse co-present with Pluto, a sloshy Mercury Retrograde in Pisces and the upcoming karmic purge South Node Eclipse in Virgo - February 2026 is a jam packed month we’ll look back on and say “That’s when it all started.”

“That” truly being undefined at this moment. Eclipse seasons are fated shocking beginnings and endings, very unclear and until the dust settles we really don’t receive the full story.

It’s by design.

The Neptune Saturn Conjunction is Significant Because:

It’s at Zero Degrees of Aries - this is the first degree of the entire zodiac wheel, the point of the Spring Equinox. It’s the start. In Aries we have bold action, passion, war, aggression - ruled by the...

I've been doing deep holotropic Breathwork journeys almost daily for the past five years as well as facilitating these extreme subconscious breakthrough spaces for my clients. I've been a high performance coach for 15+ years and a healer for the past six. What constantly comes up is the conversation around psychedelics - here's why I recommend Breathwork over psychedelics every single time.

I have done both multiple times and seen a lot in the spiritual space. Some of which I love and respect, a lot of which I don't. I sat with the Grandmother, Momma Ayahuasca twice in 2025 after a decade of invitations I was a hard no for. I had a life changing, deeply healing and profound experiences with Aya and mushrooms - I still choose Breathwork every single time.

Here's the key difference that makes Breathwork not only just as powerful, BETTER in my professional and personal opinion.

1) It's legal and on your person - zero risk in that regard

2) You're in full command of y...

This morning I woke up with really intense ear pain after receiving a lot of insane good news and positive momentum in things I really care about. In both my personal and professional life.

My brain started looping, I was looking for clinics, oh no I’ve gotta do ABC blah blah blah and then I remembered....oh shit Adrienne - this happens every time you shatter ceilings! You get an ear infection or have some weird ear thing.

Your body is trying to slow down momentum and sabotage you - your nervous system has hijacked you, abort!! Guess what I almost did? Block my own blessings! Yikes!

I find it helpful and fun to not take things so seriously. It really is a game after all.

SO.

Instead of blocking my blessings, sabotaging them and then being disappointed later wondering “what went wrong”, I did Breathwork. My special chanelled kind - not yoga or Wim Hof that’s mainstream. I know the game, I play the game, I love the game.

I coded into my body - it’s safe to go fast, it’s safe ...

About two weeks ago I began a holy habit that has altered both my physical health and level of consciousness in quantum unexpected ways. Perhaps I expected it because that’s how the game works.

We do not get what we want or what we even believe - we get what we have decided and what we have coded into our nervous systems as safe.

Holy habits, by the way, is my coined term for divine discipline and quiet moments of deep fusion with spirit no one sees. The crucial moments of self love, self respect and self trust. The moments most people ghost themselves and ghost God all in one fell swoop - we lean into unconditional fusion through holy habits.

(An immense way I help my elite clients in mentorship)

It started way before the dry brush arrived at my door in the package on the stoop. I was getting synchronicities and messages repeatedly telling me to do it. It seemed like every podcast, ad, even random words I heard strangers say in the background - all signs said dry brushing.

You kn...

A lot of people misunderstand surrender as a passive choice to give up and pretend to “give it to God’. This couldn’t be further from the truth.

What is a holy reverent act of radical flow has been turned to normalized victim consciousness. Not surprisingly the divine is distorted once again.

To surrender is to release YOUR PLAN and relinquish the ILLUSION OF CONTROL for the highest timeline of all - Creator’s plan.

The truth is - Creator, Source, Gaia, The Force, The Cosmos, Universe, whatever name you give the brains behind this operation - knows more than we do.

Surrender is a daily extreme action of obeying the synchronicities, internal guidance and flow of life. It’s an allowance for life to be created, multiplied - THROUGH YOU.

Surrender is not giving up, it’s giving in.

Surrender is not settling, it’s raising your standards.

Surrender is not passive, it’s constant motion with spirit as the authority.

Life doesn’t happen to you.

Life doesn’t even happen...

Wow – my first blog in over three years! The winding road of life has certainly evolved since I last wrote in this way. I’m grateful to be back. It feels like home.

The past three years have been the craziest explosion of magic, adventure, potential and joy ever. I would say that I’m surprised – however – all of this was deliberate. I chose it relentless through times when people told me I was crazy, laughed at me, rejected me and said “Who does she think she is?!”.

Turns out crazy results require a bit of crazy action that’s the direct opposite of what most people do. I knew this and living it is a different story. Living this wattage of life is just different and I’m really grateful. To you the reader, to every previous version of me who chose the truth of my heart without knowing and to the woman I am today.

In the past three years I created a six figure brand and mission in Mindful Music, started Mindful Joy, became a Shaman (officially) and moved to Maui having never b...

The other day, I woke up feeling sad.

There was no clear reason I could pinpoint. I just felt low.

Contrary to my usual state, when this happens, it can feel confronting, jarring and uncomfortable.

I was deemed a “sensitive kid”. Many times adults told me to not let things “shake me to my core”. I have been labeled an “old soul” for as long as I can remember.

I remember when I realized I would go to college one day and that one day my parents would die. I sobbed.

I remember on the eve of my tenth birthday grieving the fact that I never again would be single digits.

I remember crying a lot because of a lot of things.

I remember being confused about why other people weren’t crying too.

Fast forward to the person I am today, this part of me is alive and well. It expresses differently and sometimes the same.

Sometimes it shows up as a random feeling with no real reason, like the other day.

Sometimes it shows up as a very visceral response to a realit...

Living in Chicago, many people are surprised to learn that I am a born and raised farm kid. I grew up in rural Michigan on a small sheep farm. Farm and music were the way of life for my family.

My mom grew up on what I would deem a “real” farm. This is thousands of acres and a full time operation. I spent a ton of time there growing up. It’s been passed down generation to generation, still a thriving and an even larger operation today.

I’m grateful for my childhood in farm culture. I spent my days barefoot in the dirt, I picked raspberries in the fields and I rode horses bareback with my cousins.

I drove tractors, spent summer Saturdays in the hay mow stacking bales and playing baseball on cow pastures on another farm down the lane.

I was up a 5am each day to feed the lambs. I remember laying in the snow petting my dog in the dark, watching them as they ate.

I put the lambs in the barn at night so they wouldn’t get eaten by coyotes. Once, I even got to miss a whole ...

Do you remember field trips? I do.

I remember being part of a gaggle of kids that piled into a school bus in the morning and going on an adventure. We would go in the same yellow school buses that I rode in on my way to and from school.

The places we went ranged from farms, to Cedar point, to museums and finally the big one for all kids who grew up in Michigan - the three day trip to Mackinaw Island in fourth grade! That one was not in a yellow school bus. We had a fancy upgrade to a bus with room for luggage and a bathroom!

All of these memories come to mind when I remember field trips from my youth and there’s one part I remember that I’ve been thinking about a lot: Permission slips.

Before you could receive the green light for a field trip as a kid, you would need a permission slip. This was a piece of paper that your parents signed that gave you the ok to go. It was required.

If you were like me, sometimes you foraged it the morning of at school if the slip had ...

There’s something about walking on the same piece of earth that you’ve walked on your entire existence. There’s something about rocking in a chair that your great grandma held your Dad in as an infant. There’s something about returning to a sacred place of your lineage that echoes in the soul.

My family has a cottage in northern Michigan or “Up North” as Michiganders say. For those of you not in the Midwest or U.S., a Michigander is someone who was born and raised in the state of Michigan. And yes, it’s Michi - GAN - der with that hard nasal A!

This cottage has been in my family for generations. Stories are soaked into the wooden logs. My grandma breathes into the cards as we play cribbage on my great grandma’s cribbage board. I swim amidst the ashes of my grandma and drink out of my grandpa’s mug. I still trip on the same root I’ve been tripping on for 30 years.

There is something to behold when you glance in the kitchen and see her standing there making her molasses cooki...