She Is Risen, Just as She Said.
She is a living insult to injustice, and She is risen, just as She said. Come, see the place where She lay; it is beneath every burning star of every age.
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She Is a Living Mandala of Light and Shadow: How to Love a Tortured Artist.
She is a living mandala of light and shadow, and she owes you nothing; she is the cocooned Creatrix unfurling wings so fragile they would crumble in sunlight.
She Is the Dark Moon Dawn: Hope and Verses as the Countdown Ends.
Stand steadfast when the renegade, nameless Goddesses spread their black wings wide and become Her demoness Air Force. Burn these events into your memory, for they are the only ones that will matter soon. This is not the apocalypse, this is the dark moon dawn.
Shattering the Hall of Mirrors: Your Liberation Ritual.
I crush my eyes closed, refusing to see any more, wondering why I had been born at all if these reflections show even a shred of truth. Surely, I should remain here in this Hall of Mirrors until I die thirsty and heartbroken. Surely, I have broken my soul-contract and will never gift the world ...
She Came Back: The Time for Her Silence Is Over.
He made me remember everything. Everything. Not just this lifetime, but the deeper pattern of a line of sexual abuse that started at the banishment of the feral feminine across the planet. The deception. The lies. The violation a million times too many times. Not just this life, but the root of ...
The Foam-Born Woman: Solace for She Who Crawled from the Sea Fully-Grown.
She is the foam-born woman, and she is a tidal force to be reckoned with. She is wind and rain, and she was raised without the benefit of innocence. She is a self-protective dead stare, and she will not be asked to smile or giggle in the name of propriety and manners. She does not think herself ...
The Divine Feminine Calls You To Surrender Into Transformation.
The alchemy of transformation is only possible with total surrender. Release all you know to be true to discover the magic of connection and wholeness.
Storm of 1000 Nights: Nightmares and Divination from a Rose-Crowned Prophetess.
She shows me a worldwide storm, and she names women the ambassadors of holy disruption. She shows me tribes of righteous feminine agents wearing bloody flower crowns and showing their aching parts to each other.
The Bloody Wound of the Too-Wild Child: Healing Communion with the Maiden and Hunter.
I am not the only one who lives here, my love. You know I share this holy ground with the Mother-Healer and Crone-Priestess, but the Masculine lives here too. The old Sage spiral-dances at the edge of death with his Crone consort, and the competitive, Protector Father makes love with the ...
9 Knots for the Spiritual Narcissist: A Binding Spell for the Soul-Deniers.
May communities of the spiritually autonomous rise against those led by predators, and may the waters of self-hood and wild spirituality groundswell to flood the unholy centers where their lying tongues preach in a language the soul does not speak.