All of my life on my metaphorical hands and knees, imploring, pleading, outraged. H𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵?? 𝘈𝘓𝘖𝘕𝘌?! 𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵! 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘵, 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯?!! 𝘔𝘦, 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦!!
Outraged my entire life. Irate. Foot stamping frustration, lifelong temper tantrum. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘋𝘖𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯-𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵?!
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. Some answers there but not the big kahuna.
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 👁 wondering when Krsna was showing up to carry me home to the Om.
When the blue boys of Yore (Krsna) didn’t 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.
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 ‘my shitty boyfriend came from me and was empty of any qualities save the ones my karma forced me to see’. 🙄
Now, finally, at long last, to my deep and abiding joy, my prayers have been answered.
The 🌹 Rose. Resurrected. Returned. For us.
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, y’all. Not a friend to women, that’s clear.
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.
I’m 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.
I’ve given the rose to several of you one on one over the phone. If there is anyone else, please DM me. It’s the most important powerful most effective initiation if you can call it that I’ve ever received. Immediate, visceral, and life-changing. I’m so happy and relieved, I can’t 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.