"Not every soul you meet is meant to lie with you.
Some are sent to help you resurrect yourself.
They arrive with keys. Mirrors. Sacred disruptions.
They awaken your memory—not your bed.
When you move from craving,
from ache, from the unhealed hunger,
you mistake divine assignments for desire.
But when you rise in your Magdalene fire, rooted in sovereignty, led by Spirit, you slice through illusion like a blade through silk.
You begin to feel who is here to anoint you,
and who is simply here to distract you.
Not all connections are meant to be physical.
Some are designed to crack open your heart’s temple, to remind you of your power, not mimic your light, or feed off your flame.
When you stop trying to possess someone’s energy, you start to receive their transmission—
pure, undistorted, catalytic.
It becomes a mirror for your OWN revelation.
That is sacred.
That is sovereign.
That is divine union—without the bondage of entanglement.
So choose with your womb.
Listen with your bones.
Let your frequency filter what your flesh cannot.
This is the Path of the Rose.
This is Magdalene medicine.
This… is you remembering."
Some are sent to help you resurrect yourself.
They arrive with keys. Mirrors. Sacred disruptions.
They awaken your memory—not your bed.
When you move from craving,
from ache, from the unhealed hunger,
you mistake divine assignments for desire.
But when you rise in your Magdalene fire, rooted in sovereignty, led by Spirit, you slice through illusion like a blade through silk.
You begin to feel who is here to anoint you,
and who is simply here to distract you.
Not all connections are meant to be physical.
Some are designed to crack open your heart’s temple, to remind you of your power, not mimic your light, or feed off your flame.
When you stop trying to possess someone’s energy, you start to receive their transmission—
pure, undistorted, catalytic.
It becomes a mirror for your OWN revelation.
That is sacred.
That is sovereign.
That is divine union—without the bondage of entanglement.
So choose with your womb.
Listen with your bones.
Let your frequency filter what your flesh cannot.
This is the Path of the Rose.
This is Magdalene medicine.
This… is you remembering."
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"Somewhere in the vast ocean, a lone whale sings a song no other whale can hear.
She was discovered in 1992—her voice detected by underwater listening stations once used to monitor submarines. Unlike blue whales or fin whales, whose deep calls echo at 10 to 25 hertz, this whale sings at 52 hertz. Too high. Too different. Too lonely.
For decades, scientists have listened. They’ve never seen her, only heard her call—over and over, year after year. She has no known pod. No mate. No replies. Just her voice, rippling out through the water like a message in a bottle.
They call her the 52-Hertz Whale. To some, she’s the loneliest whale in the world.
And yet, despite the silence that follows her songs, she never stops singing.
Maybe it’s not just a call for others. Maybe it’s a reminder that even if no one answers, your voice still matters. Maybe that’s what makes her not the loneliest—but the most hopeful."
She was discovered in 1992—her voice detected by underwater listening stations once used to monitor submarines. Unlike blue whales or fin whales, whose deep calls echo at 10 to 25 hertz, this whale sings at 52 hertz. Too high. Too different. Too lonely.
For decades, scientists have listened. They’ve never seen her, only heard her call—over and over, year after year. She has no known pod. No mate. No replies. Just her voice, rippling out through the water like a message in a bottle.
They call her the 52-Hertz Whale. To some, she’s the loneliest whale in the world.
And yet, despite the silence that follows her songs, she never stops singing.
Maybe it’s not just a call for others. Maybe it’s a reminder that even if no one answers, your voice still matters. Maybe that’s what makes her not the loneliest—but the most hopeful."
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Thanks for being here with me. I'm glad to have a happy high vibe space and crowd to share with. ✨️
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