I found my roommate hemorrhaging at my feet. And as her blood spilled, my blood was set aflame. A long, slow simmer. A lifelong flame set steady and sure, fit for endurance. The flame of the divine feminine was lit for me, there in that startling, sorrowful moment.
June 8, 2016
It will never feel like the right time. Do not wait for someone to give you permission to begin. Nobody is going to tap you, nominate you, appoint you, or choose you and say, “Now, it’s time to start.” Give yourself permission. Successful people start before they feel ready.
The voice of Christ cracked under emotion then, and tears welled in my own eyes when He continued: "You are the one the world will need when the shadows of men have festered and soaked the whole of humanity with their rotting ego-born desires. You are the one, my Priestess, my soul-mate, who ...