
All of my life on my metaphorical hands and knees, imploring, pleading, outraged. H๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ? ๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ? ๐๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ต?? ๐๐๐๐๐?! ๐๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ต! ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐บ, ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ง๐ช๐ต, ๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ? ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด? ๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ?!! ๐๐ฆ, ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ!! โฃ
Outraged my entire life. Irate. Foot stamping frustration, lifelong temper tantrum. ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ-๐ข๐ด๐ด ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ต?! โฃ
In an effort to find out, I enjoyed flamboyant, free falls at boarding school into LSD + shrooms, Pink Floyd, field hockey and teenage boys in blue blazers slamming beers in the woods.โฃ Some answers there but not the big kahuna.โฃ
Then, old dead white men and their profundities as a philosophy major in college. When those decomposing patriarchs proved less than overwhelming, I turned to the tall, technicolor tales of the Mahabharata at Jivamukti, exhaling calmly out of one nostril and inhaling in the other, waving nag champa around sporting a bindi on my 3rd ๐ wondering when Krsna was showing up to carry me home to the Om.
When the blue boys of Yore (Krsna) didnโt have the answers needed, slogged it out for 7 long years in the profound pedantry that is modern Tibetan Buddhism under the auspices of His Holiness the Dalai Lama.โฃ
I read, studied, memorized, digested, synthesized, and applied all the ancient, arcane, tantric methods and means to myself and my world, sitting motionless at the stinky feet of countless stinky gurus, filling out my 6x book, reminding myself that โmy shitty boyfriend came from me and was empty of any qualities save the ones my karma forced me to seeโ. ๐โฃ
Now, finally, at long last, to my deep and abiding joy, my prayers have been answered. โฃ
The ๐น Rose. โฃResurrected. Returned. For us.โฃ
Sophia Consciousness, the Sacred Feminine, the other half of the divine deal, the divine living fold of the living Mother Goddess, the ultimate love codes, are here. The Church cut the roses off the thorn crown, all three Abrahamic religions did the same thing, and made me, us, women, the goddess herself disappear. Good luck with that, with deep love. Who the FUCK is Abraham, yโall. Not a friend to women, that’s clear.โฃ
My own healing with Her began six months ago and is now smoking ahead full steam. Applause, please. It has been a long road. Painful, insane, and excruciatingly lonely.โฃ
โฃIโm a Pisces. So this Pisces harvest moon I will be celebrating the removal of my intergalactic shackles as my heart opens more and more every day in the most embarrassingly Hallmark way. Thank you, Maia, thank you, God, thank you Source, thank you, Tara, thank you Tierra and most of all, thank you to the Rose.โฃ
Iโve given the rose to several of you one on one over the phone. If there is anyone else, please DM me. Itโs the most important powerful most effective initiation if you can call it that Iโve ever received. Immediate, visceral, and life-changing. Iโm so happy and relieved, I canโt even tell you. Have a great day everyone, as this full moon brings a massive influx of feminine energy to our planet. Unconventional, uncommon and visionary.
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