You aren’t here for my identity.
You are here for the embodied remembrance of the frequency that I serve, which is ancient and far bigger than me - and which is also in you:
Essence.
How Source shines through your unique prism of light.
She.
Is soft, yet erect.
Open, yet sovereign.
Tender, yet fierce.
Reverent, yet powerful.
Teachable, yet thrumming with intelligence.
Crystal, stars, and soil - embodied.
In devoted service to the Sacred Fire that burns within her.
She.
Is the ancient shamanic priestess of light within you.
Who has worshipped, and who has been worshipped, in the mystery schools of The Feminine.
Whose cosmic yoni serves as a temple to the universal cock standing erect in reverence to her portal of channeled truth.
She.
Does not separate spirituality from sexuality.
They are the same thing in her church.
Her sacred lifeforce is so on and connected you can feel her without words.
She.
Connects and magnetizes through her field alone.
Her desire is creation.
Her life and her work are One.
She.
Who is in intimate and responsible relationship with her own
Eros.
Raw power.
Who opens rapturously to the purgative quality of The Feminine to alchemize any pattern within her that has been born of fear of this power.
So that only what is true remains:
You,
who is She,
High Priestess.
Of Love.
Of Healing.
Of Teaching.
Of Beauty.
Of Play.
Of Sensuality.
Of Expression.
Of Earth.
Of Birth.
Of Death.
Of Art.
Of Magic.
Of Rites.
Of Ceremony.
Of Cycles.
Of Reception.
Of Opulence.
Of Nourishment.
Of Leadership.
Of Mastery.
Of Lineage.
Of Truth, Power, and The Holy Destruction That Births All Creation.
Of Divine and Human in sacred union.
Where shadow, revered, transmutes into Light.