divine feminine
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There is a lie that has been whispered so often it sounds like truth. That when a woman submits, she shrinks. That when she yields, she loses. That when she softens, she is somehow less. But the spiritual meaning of submission was never about becoming smaller. It was about becoming safe enough to unfold. Submission…
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I remember the quiet before they named me. Not silence, exactly.More like listening earth.Like the world holding its breath before the light turns. My mother understood this before I did.She did not teach me words.She taught me seasons. She taught me how to feel the moment when darkness reaches its limit.How to recognize the pause…
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He woke before the light touched the stone. Not from sleep, but from forgetting. Something inside him had shifted in the night, like a door opening where there had never been a wall. His breath felt wider than his body. The air listened when he inhaled. The ground beneath him answered when he stood. This…
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They told the story backward for so long that the beginning was almost forgotten. Before temples.Before thrones.Before the voice of God was given a beard and a law. There was a woman who remembered. Mary was born of Eve’s remembering.Not of her fall, but of her choice.The first kiss of knowledge did not curse her.…
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This is my voice—the one you didn’t want to hear. The one you said tore holes in your calm, wounded your ego (you called it your heart), and echoed too close to your truth. I am the voice you silenced while pretending to listen, the one that whispered wake up while you slept soundly in…
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He came to me in a dream. The one who turned water into wine, the one who parted the sea. He broke bread with the poor and with those in need. He walked upon the water and called the storm to silence. He healed the dead and the dying, and he rose on that day.…
