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Journey of Reclamation
Old hollows of “too much” echo in the deep cavernous place of all that has been excavated. Attempting the last remaining breaths to activate into something with roots but is met with inhospitable soil. Those old patterns will not re-root, they will succumb to the death rattle of the end. The end of toxicity. The end of doubt. The end of shrinking. The container has been cleansed and poured all that no longer serves back to the universe.
A pilgrimage to honour the lost energy. To reclaim the strength, power, and divine femininity in all her grace and glory. She did not die. She was not destroyed. For this life energy cannot be destroyed. Through many lifetimes and attempts. She survived. She did not break though many tried. She has been lying in wait, buried deep waiting to be reclaimed. The embers containing her essence until the conditions were right.
Now is the time.
She is a force to be reckoned with. She knows it. She believes it. She is in alignment.
This journey others deem foolish and selfish but what is the cost of reclaiming the soul? This has been years in the making. Thousands of tears shed, purged. Releasing all the toxicity. Guided by an inner Knowing.
She will be reborn, out of the ashes and she WILL RISE. She will stand in her strength, her courage, her power, her vulnerability, and her love. She will inspire others to find their lost light. The archetypal Phoenix out of the ashes.
She is ready to soar.
She has come to reclaim the power and essence of ALL of her and of the divine feminine.
