Allow me to tell you what stirs in the dark void beyond cervix ..
Allow me to recount what I’ve read from what’s been written in bone & fire
Why? Because Im alive to tell the story.. I’ve come back from the dead a thousand times..death of control, death of identities, death of separation.
I speak to you now more here, more vital, more Woman than yesterday, than last year, than one moment ago.
You see,
There is something that lives beneath the women’s circles.
Beneath the pretty flower altars, the red robes & the curated reels of women swaying at sunset.
Something stirring under the red tent, the yoni steam, & the extractive s*x magic theatrics staged at performative embodiment workshops.
It runs deeper than the endlessly recycled witch wound or money manifestation narratives.
Deeper than the hollow rituals designed for optics.
Deeper than the six-week online priestess course.
Lurking at the core, found at the source is the feminine primordial current & it’s not found in sound bowls, crystal wands or yoni eggs.
It isn’t cultivated by moon-gazing or the next feminine gimmick.
Like molten lava from the core, it sears open every wound, unmasks every performance & strips bare every lie.
It lays waste to the egregores that feed on false devotion, on hollow ceremony, on the recycled pain that keeps women looping.
It severs the cords where they cling to human hunger for power, for belonging & for control.
It exposes what has been siphoned, consumed & distorted.
And in its wake, only what is true remains blazing, undeniable, uncorrupted.
A blueprint born of the sun & the spine, a sovereign code that cleaves illusion & wakes the deep.
A force most will never meet.
And because it burns, too hot to touch ..most women & so-called “feminine guides” keep playing dress-up, dancing to cycles they’ve never even met in their own blood.
They won’t touch it.
Most role-playing titles won’t even dare breathe near it.
And most modern women have no idea it even exists.
This primordial current doesn’t coo or coax. It doesn’t soothe or seduce. It commands. Like a lion growling from the depths of its cave, or the molten roar in the belly of a volcano. It rattles the marrow making the bones remember.
It is uncompromising, pre cosmic..older than ancient, Visceral & direct. Only found in your opening, in the spaciousness.. that returns you to authority.
The medicine of primordial current is the cure to the seductive, gnarly parasitic virus that has been infecting & unthreading humanity from the truth, severing the cord to source luring us into imitation, attacking the womb on every level for millennia.
The Feminine Primordial current is the very antithesis to that virus.
SHE is the living remedy,
the remembering force that rewrites the grafted lies back into truth.
Both are ancient. Both carry lineage.
Both designs oppose each other at the root. One is a reclamation. The other is a theft.
They do not share language. They are opposite gears in the same machine.
The raw feminine.. the one found beyond the descent…is the missing link in women’s “healing spaces.”
She doesn’t give a f*k about your props.
Those doing the unbearable, ugly, thankless work have already met her reckoning.
And not all make it through the gates.
Most mistake their arrival at the threshold as the real thing & from there they preach, still disembodied, still diluting her essence.
But don’t worry.
She will come for the rest.
Her only interest is in your return to the raw, unmarketable, uncorrupted force that cannot be faked.
Hear her call:
Stop outsourcing your power.
No more performance.
No more counterfeit.
No more fraud.
Stop dressing the part while avoiding the fire.
Learn to tell the difference between what liberates & what loops.
She is not waiting for you to look pretty while you remember.
She is asking if you’re ready to burn.
If you've tasted the counterfeit & still ache for more..
Are you willing to meet Her?
If you are ..my work is for you.
I'm opening 2 spots in SPARK -my 3 month 1:1 mentorship.
By application only.
If this feels like a fit you know how to find me ✨

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