When did we forget our grace? Not the grace of politeness. The Grace of God. The resonance that lights you up from within— not a feeling, but a frequency. A glowing of ethereal light that says: You are Divine. You are Present. You are Whole. I see the eruptions....
Read MoreShe wears no garment stitched by human hands. Her cloak is woven from the breath of stars— from the memory of suns that knew her name before she was born. It drapes over her shoulders like prophecy. A mantle of light. A sacred inheritance. This is no ordinary gold....
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