The Queen’s Coronation: The Era of the Divine Feminine.
The power of the Divine Feminine is emerging, giving us all a chance to sit with ourselves, meet our shadows, and dare to open to our truth.
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How to Practice Spirituality in Times When Religions Are Falling Apart.
I am not an expert in the Gnostic stories but am much more attracted to their approach to spirituality, which is very modern and filled with Energy.
Her: My Gift of Love, Honoring, and Reverence for the Divine Feminine.
It began with the simple intention to give a gift to my beloved. Little did I know that I too was going to receive a most precious gift.
The Time Is Now: You Are the Divine Feminine.
The Divine Feminine and the Divine Masculine are coming alive. Look around, we are in a broken society that is crumbling, and you are the solution.
Honor the Women: Goddess Bless Me Too.
Let us follow our instincts, for those instincts are the voice of the Goddess whispering in our sacred ears. Reminding us to howl at the moon.
Mary Magdalene, Dark Madonnas as the Archetypes of the ‘Other’ Goddess.
Usually, I honor Mary Magdalene as a disciple of Jesus as she is portrayed by the Gnostic Gospels, but I intend to share some of the more alternative 'explanations'.
Spider Bellies and Black Hole Suns: Summer’s Shadow Lessons from the Wild Feminine Dark.
My suspension was a liminal space between life and death, and I saw the great mysteries reveal themselves in the Spider Woman’s busy work. I saw reflections of babes born and rock stars die in the black mirror of Her belly, and I saw the wild magick behind this so-perfect, so-flawed web in ...
Love Me Like Lilith Loves the Wild, Like the Witch Loves the Moon.
Love me like Lilith loves the wild, like the outcast loves rebellion, and like the beasts love their freedom. Strap me to your back and take me home.
I Fall in Love with the Darkness of Everyday Life.
In loving myself, and allowing myself to be loved, I found myself: a priestess made from darkness and bone, divining my dreams, entangling myself in their ever present mystery.
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.