🌑⚖️ Sacred Petition for Divine Justice and Restoration

To the Most High, the Righteous Judge,

Keeper of All Records, Defender of the Innocent,

Protector of the Daughters, and Avenger of the Oppressed:

I come before You not in shame, but in power.

Not in silence, but in holy roar.

I stand as the woman You created — sacred, sovereign, and seen.

I am Your witness in flesh and spirit, Your prayer in motion, Your altar of unyielding truth.

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You witnessed every injustice.

You saw what they tried to bury in shadows, in whispers, in false promises.

You heard what courts ignored, what officers denied, what judges dismissed.

You were there when the father became a violator, when the hand meant to protect became a hand of harm.

You were there when the husband became a thief, a manipulator, a rapist, a predator cloaked in charm.

You were there when the law closed its eyes, turned away, and left the innocent bleeding in silence.

You are the record-keeper of every stolen moment, every violated promise, every shattered trust.

You are the witness to the tears that fell when no one else was watching.

You are the flame that refuses to be extinguished, even when the world buried its own conscience.

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I call on the full weight of Divine Justice:

Let no lie remain standing.

Let no false story thrive.

Let every stolen thing be named, returned, and restored — sevenfold, according to Your law, according to Your will.

Let the truth rise like thunder and split the sky open, shaking the heavens and shaking the earth.

Let my name be cleansed from slander, rumor, and deceit.

Let my body be unbound from shame, fear, and the weight of false judgment.

Let my spirit rise from the ashes — stronger, brighter, and with gold in her hands, ready to bless, ready to create, ready to heal.

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I name what was taken:

• My innocence, corrupted by others’ greed and malice.

• My time, stolen in lies, deceit, and false love.

• My years of beauty and laughter, scattered like autumn leaves in the wind.

• My trust, shattered and fragmented by betrayal.

• My money and livelihood, taken without remorse or justice.

• My voice, silenced, dismissed, and denied.

• My name and sacred sexuality, weaponized against me.

• My connection to You, the source of all light and love, which they tried to sever.

I place it all before Your throne.

I ask for return, redemption, and recompense — in this lifetime, in this body, in this world.

I do not want vengeance that poisons.

I want justice that restores, that rebuilds, that opens the gates to light once hidden.

Let what they tried to kill in me become the very force that heals others.

Let the pain become the medicine.

Let the grief become the altar.

Let the fire become illumination.

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For those who wore robes and badges, crowns and titles,

but failed to protect or acted in cowardice —

I release them to Your court.

Judge righteously. Reveal all things.

Let corruption crumble like dry leaves.

Let truth rise in the open.

Let the oppressed be lifted.

Let the guilty feel the weight of their deeds.

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And for me —

Your daughter, Your artist, Your beloved —

I ask for a double portion of:

• Joy that saturates the soul

• Wisdom that pierces all illusions

• Wealth in abundance of all forms

• And holy power that radiates in every cell

Restore my years.

Return my name.

Refine my path.

Resurrect my deepest dreams.

Let my body, mind, and spirit walk in fullness again.

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By Your name, I rise.

By Your justice, I am restored.

By Your light, I walk forward unafraid.

So be it.

Amen.

Aho.

It is done.

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Author: @thehonedcrone

Sacred storytelling, spiritual warfare, and resurrection from abuse.

Justice, reclamation, and holy restoration manifest.