Splenda Daddy: How Synthetic Men Starve the Divine Feminine
From Synthetic Promises to Sacred Substance; Calling the Divine Masculine Home

Let’s talk about “Splenda Daddy.” You know the type: always talking about women being gold diggers, because apparently a woman’s highest calling is supporting a man who can’t even support himself. Spoiler alert: I’ve met a few of these in my lifetime – Dad included. Ex-husband included. And yes, it’s exactly as tragic and absurd as it sounds.
Ain’t got no real calories for me, Daddy.
Only synthetic manipulation. Only empty promises, hollow, back handed gestures, lies, gaslighting, manipulation and the flavor of power without the nourishment. And I’d have starved to death long ago if I hadn’t tapped in to the source of Almighty God within me.
Women are built to thrive. To create. To birth life, art, and ideas. To love fully. To enjoy, to sing, to dance, to multiply in all senses of the word. And yes, to demand a partner who stands in his God-given role. That role is not optional. It is not “cute” to ghost your responsibilities while expecting worship. A man who cannot protect, provide, or hold a container for his woman is doing harm, not just to her, but to the very foundation of human flourishing.
And let’s get something straight: if men are failing at protection- from themselves and others- and provision -to themselves and their woman- , women pay the price. Not someday. Not hypothetically. Now. Spiritually, emotionally, practically. It’s violent. It’s draining. It’s destructive.
Meanwhile, women can – and should – build empires. Write novels. Raise children, care for and cultivate nature and animals. Create art. Innovate, invent, enjoy life, and live fully in the Divine Feminine. But the man? His job is not to drain, criticize, or simulate support. His job is vigilance and protecting her from external harm and his own inner chaos. Provision. Safety. Container-building. Guarding her body, her mind, her future, and himself. He does this by inner work and cultivating his own purity of soul and domination over the shadow in himself his own ego and heeding the word and direction of god . For this he must be honest. Always. In all ways. The world tempts him with illusion and distraction. He must remain aligned.
Think of it like this: the Splenda Daddy diet will never satisfy. You can’t live on fake sweetness. Women require substance. Realness. Integrity. Courage. Alignment with God and creation.
So here’s the truth: women are starving on synthetic men. And we’re not tasting it anymore. Not the hollow words, not the false protection, not the empty promises. We’ve been through enough cycles of hunger, of being taken for granted, of being used as emotional and financial fertilizer for men who will never grow.
It’s time for substance. It’s time for men to step up or step aside. It’s time for women to reclaim their energy, their bodies, their art, their children, their joy, their prosperity, their sacred rights. And it’s time to stop pretending that anyone who fails at the God-ordained task of masculine stewardship is somehow blameless.
Because they are not. And the consequences are real.
Women are rising. Magdalene rising, Christ rising within us. And we - the ones tending our mantle and seeking for truth and real – are taking our nourishment from God, from creation, and from ourselves and each other.
Synthetic men be warned: the hunger has shifted. The starved are fed, and we see clearly.
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✨ A Call to the Divine Masculine
And let me be clear: this isn’t about blaming men.
It’s about naming the sickness that swallowed them too.
Society, ego, empire, the false light of power – these are the shadows that twisted the sacred design.
But the time of forgetting is ending.
The Divine Masculine is being called home.
Rise, brothers. Keep going. Keep growing.
Your Divine Feminine is waiting –
not as a mother to nurse your wounds,
but as a woman who has already walked through fire.
She has met God in her suffering and she will meet you there,
but you must first weep with God yourself.
Do not come to her to feed on her light.
Come to her because you have found your own.
Come in truth, in surrender, in strength that protects rather than consumes.
Then, and only then, can the two rise together –
whole, holy, and finally real.
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About the Creator
THE HONED CRONE
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.



Comments (1)
Hey, I was reading your story and honestly didn’t realize how quickly I got pulled in. It’s one of those reads where you start casually but end up feeling every little moment. It made me wonder, do you usually write from your own experiences or just pure imagination?