Hey you beautiful soul, I spoke somethings into fruition for us. A new life, a new place, a new time. I see this existence committing many atrocities. Projecting their insecurities, rejecting our securities and perfecting the oppression of humanity. I can tell the weight of our society misbehaving is wearing. I can tell the veil they put over us is thinning. I mean at this point, is there even a veil? The darkest parts of a soul has played out.

Whoever said you'd be met with red roses and red wine forgot to mention the part where you're also met with vampiric and envious energies along with karmic soul ties and contracts you apparently don't remember. Purposely thrown into a pit with those who hate to see you rise, receive and rest. Or relish in your abundance, your harvest, your very intentional timeline. The calling, anchoring and initiating into priestess-hood is not for the weak. You are shaped, shifted and sip

a cave with cat eyes and a wrapped figure sitting in front of the fire