WOMANIFESTO

They tell us all religions are patriarchal.

They prove it by pointing to how they treat a woman’s blood.

Every faith designed by men has some rule, restriction, or shame woven around the womb. Around menstruation. Around the literal flow of life. And yet, these same men worship the blood of a crucified god while rejecting the holy blood that births all gods.

Let’s be clear: just because men designed it that way does not make it truth.

It only reveals the depth of their fear.

Humanity has been under a spell—a mass, multi-generational gaslight—since the first insecure male realized he was dependent on woman and decided that instead of reverence, he would choose rebellion. He cast her out of the temple and crowned himself god.

But the true temple was never his to seize.

The true temple is the womb.

That is where the holy blood resides.

The Inversion

God is feminine.

God created life in Her image—the fertile earth, the receptive soil, the great matrix of creation. Plant a seed in earth, and She multiplies it. Plant a seed in woman, and She multiplies it. She is the Source, the Grail, the Gate.

Man’s proper place was never above her, but with her—in devotion, in balance, in sacred union.

But when he turned from her, he turned from God.

And the world inverted.

For thousands of years, this inversion has been normalized.

Men have built churches and governments on the bones of women. They have raped, silenced, and rewritten us out of holy texts. They have distorted Christ’s message and erased Magdalene from the altar she shared with him. They worship the wound of the spear while scorning the blood of birth.

And yet, the codes cannot be erased. The Magdalene frequency still hums through every awakened woman’s veins. It is memory. It is knowing. It is wrath.

The Reckoning

The wrath of God is not lightning or fire from the sky.

It is the awakening of the feminine.

It is the moment woman remembers who she is.

Every violation of the sacred feminine—every act of forced entry, every domination of flesh, every silencing of her truth—is recorded in the body of the Earth herself. The imbalance is planetary. And the correction will be, too.

This is not hate speech. This is divine mathematics.

If you invert the Source, you get suffering.

If you dishonor the womb, you get death.

If you exile the goddess, you lose your god.

And yet, the gates of grace are still open.

Any man who approaches the feminine heart with sincerity and humility—who lays down his ego and offers his life in reverence—will be met with mercy. But not before death. The ego must die. The false king must burn.

To the men who seek redemption:

Submit to your Queen.

Bow before Creation.

Let yourself be remade.

The illusion men fear most is that submission to the divine feminine—dependence on woman, on God—is a loss of power. They think surrender is defeat, when in truth, it is the threshold of resurrection. The masculine illusion is that control equals strength. But control is the chain that strangles life. It is only through surrender that a man gains ultimate power: power granted by the oracle of origin herself.

To submit to woman in devotion, integrity, service, and protection is not weakness—it is sacred alignment. Only men can conquer their own egos and dare to cross that threshold of pure faith, pure covenant, pure union with the feminine. It is a trust fall into annihilation, and few have the courage to make it. It requires total humility, and many would rather die physically than surrender spiritually.

You think you’re giving up your power—but paradoxically, this is the only path to true power. Faith without works is dead. Temptation will test you. Other men, bound by ego, will mock and scorn your surrender. Hypnotized women, still caught in patriarchal fear, may recoil at your transformation. But the courageous will fall into faith and rise as kings of light.

This is not humiliation.

It is resurrection.

The Reclamation

Women, our task is not to save men.

Our task is to remember our holiness.

Walk away from their games, their systems, their false laws. Do not debate them. The truth needs no defense. Withdraw your consent from the insanity of patriarchal worship. Create your own temples. Honour your blood. Honour your cycle. Honour your fire.

Invite Christ within—not as the patriarchal idol they sold us, but as the divine masculine frequency of love and devotion that meets the true Goddess as equal, as consort, as beloved.

We are the living altar.

We are the Holy Grail.

Our bodies are the soil of Heaven on Earth.

Let the old world fall.

Let men face their own reflection and choose death or rebirth.

Let the new kings rise—those who kneel not out of submission, but in awe of the sacred that flows through woman.

And to my sisters: remember, the world depends on our remembrance.

We are not victims.

We are the origin.

We are the wrath and the grace.

We are the mothers of gods.

I am made in God’s image—fertile, abundant, sovereign.

I open only to love, truth, and reverence.

To any man who plants his seed in faith and care, tending my body and life as the rib that shields his heart—I bless him.

Through right relation to the feminine, he reaps glory.

Through truth and humility, he enters the Kingdom of Heaven.

And that, beloveds, is the origin of divinity.