Age of the Priestess

🜃 I’ve been known for many paths I’ve walked in this life. 

An energy reader, healer, psychic, prophetess, spirit medium, divine channeler, witch, mystic, mentor, and medicine woman.

But the one I’ve never really openly shared is my path as a priestess. 

A walk with sovereign sacredness that is sourced from the depths of who I am. 

Devotion to the temple that lives within me. 

That all the work that I’ve done was preparing me for my priestesshood. 

The age of the priestess. 

Recognizing years and years of my journey, that was a pilgrimage, an initiation to my priestesshood. 

Years of healing, stripping away layer after layer of false truths. 

‘Who am I’ becomes the mantra and question that simultaneously leads life forward, if I allow it. 

To become a soul aligned and heart centered vessel of the divine mysteries. 

A channel for grace, compassion, wisdom, and love. 

For so long, I thought I knew where my gifts were leading me. 

Until last year. Early on in the year, I knew things didn’t feel quite right, and everything got flipped onto its head. 

By late summer on the full moon and Aquarius, August 9, I baptized myself in the ocean. 

All by myself. I brought very specific crystals, a bottle to collect the water that day, my journal, and my full intention to reclaim myself. 

A priestess of deep devotion. 

A portal of power, purpose, and service. 

But to become my own again. 

This has been a 25+ year journey in the making. 

No priest to indoctrinate me. 

No higher authority other than myself, godself within me, acts as the medium between worlds seen and unseen. 

The vessel of divine feminine remembrance and womb medicine that the church wanted buried in the sand, hoping she would never be awakened. She is the bridge between ordinary, everyday life and divinity that shouldn’t be kept on the outside of who you are. 

I am the keeper of light and the protectress of sovereign sacredness.