The Priestess Path.

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.

Who I Am.

Amber eyes, a sincere smile, a direct gaze, hair woven into braids with threads of sparkling gray peaking through, the light of a candle flame in the darkness, the brightness of the jungle.

Sitting naked on dry sand - dripping into the earth with heart open to receive the sun.

The feeling of warm, salty, glittering ocean; of making an offering of exotic white flowers to the earth; of a sultry beat that pierces your heart as you dance with yourself by a fire, in an effortless dress with long folds of soft fabric and bare feet.

The reverberating resonance of ringing church bells at sunset combined with a wink of bawdy humor and clear laughter.
The scent of warm tangy musk with a drop of vanilla, citrus, frankincense, and neroli nectar.

The taste of baklava and greek coffee with lemon at a sidewalk cafe at 2 in the afternoon.

Connected to the pulse of life.

So slowed down, you’ve hit the state of being. From which the energy can truly rip.

The Priestess.

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.