The Sacred Yes
There is a yes that does not come from the mouth. It rises from the marrow. It hums in the womb. It echoes in the silence between heartbeats.
This yes is not rushed. It is not performative. It is not polite. It is holy.
It is the yes that comes after rupture.…
Voice Behind the Veil I wasn’t born knowing. I was born remembering— Through the mirror of my wounded masculine. Through the roar that rose from my belly. Through the ache that whispered: You came here to be Her. The Divine Feminine was never a concept. She was a frequency. A pulse. A breath.…
“The Clay and the Ripple” There was a time I thought I had to earn my place here. That I had to prove my worth through perfection, performance, and pain. But grace—grace interrupted me. It didn’t arrive with thunder. It came as a whisper. A verse, tucked into the folds of my becoming:…
🌬️ Take one conscious breath. Exhale the bullshit. Responsibility without accountability is an illusion. And the only thing more damaging than avoiding truth is covering it up—like a constant mop-up job of your own emotional spill, rehearsing excuses for why you refuse to own how you speak, how you treat others, how you make…
Pause. Breathe. Remember. We’ve built entire life cycles around the stories we tell ourselves. Stories born from pain, from perception, from survival. And somewhere along the way, we became the victim of our own mentality. Where life is always against us. Where everything happens to us. Where it feels like life is fucking us…
A Sacred Love That Heals It is an unexplainable longing for love—one that cannot be spoken, only felt. A place where vulnerability becomes sanctuary, because you know without needing to think. You know. And that knowing is holy. It is acceptance. It is deep appreciation. It is silence that doesn’t need to be understood.…
Journal Entry: Mirror Work in Motion Today, I saw myself in someone else’s reflection. Not the polished version. Not the “I’ve healed” version. The raw one. The reactive one. The one that gossips to feel less alone. I watched them speak with venom, and instead of judging, I flinched. Because I’ve been that…
The Rupture into Radiance There comes a moment—ancient, encoded, eternal—when the heart cracks open not in despair, but in divine remembrance. The ancient ones knew this. They sang it into stone, into sky, into the marrow of our becoming. It is the moment your light anchors, not by effort, but by surrender. A force…
🌿 When You Start Remembering Who You Are It doesn’t happen all at once. It begins in quiet moments—when you’re tired of the noise, the conflict, the endless scrolling. You start asking deeper questions. Not about religion or race or who’s right… But about you. Your humility. Your truth. Your ability to stand in…
🌐 Divine Union: The Mirror We Must Become We are living in a time where the illusion of separation is crumbling. Where finger-pointing and protest echo the ache of unintegrated wounds. But true transformation does not begin with external demands. It begins with the frequency we choose to hold. Your counterpart is not…