THE HONED CRONE
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Sacred survivor, mythic storyteller, and prophet of the risen feminine. I turn grief, rage, and trauma into art, ritual, and words that ignite courage, truth, and divine power in others.
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The Invisible Army of Men Becoming Kings
There’s a lot of noise online right now—hot takes, finger‑pointing, spirals of frustration—about the state of men, masculinity, and the absolute circus many women have had to endure. The rhetoric goes something like: Where are the good men? Where are the protectors? Why aren’t good men stepping up and knocking the toxic ones out of the way? Why aren’t men saving us from the men who are ruining everything?
By THE HONED CRONE2 months ago in Humans
“I Can’t Wait to See How You Act Out”
“The villain counts my tears as coins and measures my fear like a scale. But I am forged in fire, tempered in truth. For every shadow he casts, I walk taller in the light. He writes the script of chaos, yet I am the author of my dawn. Let the world watch: the hero rises not from ease, but from the cruelty that sought to break her.”
By THE HONED CRONE2 months ago in Journal
Stop Blaming Women for Men’s Choices
“I will not water what is dead; I will walk in the garden that grows with light, abundance, and care freely given.” There’s a dangerous narrative circulating online, masquerading as “relationship advice,” that subtly shifts responsibility for a man’s behaviour onto women. You may have seen posts that say things like: “He does less because you accepted less. He does less because you trained him. Because you clap for crumbs. Because you stay.” These messages are everywhere, disguised as wisdom, but what they really do is blame women for the choices men make. Let me be crystal clear: this is victim-blaming. And it is fundamentally wrong.
By THE HONED CRONE2 months ago in Humans
The Exodus of the Daughters of Light
The currents pull at the souls of the world, carrying a mass exodus of those who have slept too long in the machine of mirrors, in the underworld of illusions. They awaken and see: we were living in hell, and it was sold to us as paradise. A paradise of neon pleasure, empty validation, and hollow promises — a kingdom made of smoke and programmed desire. And now the smoke is clearing.
By THE HONED CRONE2 months ago in Filthy
Nothing Exiled: The Reclamation of the Seductress as Divine Integration
There is a night when the moon hangs swollen and radiant over the forest of your soul, and you remember that nothing is ever truly lost. Shadows you thought exiled, desires you once buried, the parts of yourself you were taught to fear — they are all waiting, honeyed and luminous, beneath the silvered sky. To walk into that night is to reclaim the seductress within, not as a fragment, not as shame, but as divine integration.
By THE HONED CRONE2 months ago in Poets
The Narcissist’s Double Mask: Righteousness and Wickedness as One Lie
To live inside a narcissist’s world is to dwell in a hall of mirrors. Every reflection bends. Every truth you speak becomes a weapon turned back toward you. Their most masterful illusion isn’t simple cruelty or charm — it’s the way they merge righteousness and wickedness into one seamless lie.
By THE HONED CRONE2 months ago in Psyche
When the Chaos Stops: What Healing Really Feels Like
This is what healing feels like once the chaos stops. It’s not fireworks or victory parades. It’s the quiet after a battle — a silence that hums in your bones, leaving you unsure whether to rest or run. After leaving an abuser, you begin to understand how much energy survival really took. You were living on adrenaline for months, maybe years, keeping yourself small and alert to every shift in mood, every potential storm. Now that the noise is gone, the body starts to shake loose all that it held.
By THE HONED CRONE2 months ago in Psyche
