an exploration into the hinterlands
of our true Divine Nature
of our true Divine Nature
Independent. Ambitious. Admirably self-sufficient. She climbed the ladder with ease—but every night, her soul wept. It wept in dreams, in longings, in fantasies too tender to tell.
She did not yet know how to answer.
She offered her power, prettily wrapped, to anyone who dared reach for it—
and blamed them for taking what she gave away so sweetly.
She thought she needed to perform. To prove. To fit into a rhythm
that was never composed for her shape.
Until one day… she couldn’t.
She fell, deeply into the underworld—among the crawling things, the shadows, the beautiful ugliness of forgotten truths.
There she wandered, blind.
The Great Mother, in her infinite mercy, had veiled her sight.
"No more projections, child," she said.
"No more false futures. Just your body. Just your dreams. Just you."
In that sacred blindness, she began to see.
She found gold hidden in the dark folds of her being.
A compass in her hips.
A temple in her skin.
And she remembered what her soul had always known:
She was not meant to climb—
She was meant to descend.
So she rebuilt herself from earth and memory.
She sculpted muscles from fertile soil, skin from warm clay,
hair from river-weeds and the songs of water lilies.
She did not know what she was becoming.
But it felt right.
And so she became it.
She was no longer idea—
she was embodied essence.
Not what a woman should be,
but what Woman is.
In that reunion with her feminine knowing, she discovered sacred codes.
Ancient, exquisite. Humming softly in her bones.
And as she emerged from her underground sanctuary,
the Great Father approached with a gleam in his eye.
He whispered a mission into her soul.
She received it on her knees, eyes closed, palms open.
Grateful. Knowing. Ready.
And now she walks the earth—
elektrified by life, oracle in motion.
She follows the light in her body,
the rhythm in her breath,
the holy whisper in her matter.
And if you listen closely my love,
she may show you
how to follow yours too.
My love, it is time to come back to your true nature..
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