Magdalene Is Risen in Me
The absence of the divine masculine is the root of all evil
Love as the Fiercest Force
Where do you think Jesus is going to return to? He needs to rise within. And He needs to be humbly and reverently invited.
Love is the most powerful drug on earth. It’s fierce, raw, and transformative. It rushes in, wells up with an expansion that hurts, and changes you. It penetrates and lights you up.
The feminine is meant to be receptive to this light. But the agenda is to destroy the feminine – keep her weak, dysregulated, and trapped in survival mode. Survival leads to sex rooted in anxiety and fear. Love inverted is evol. Attachments made in hell that rot instead of rise.
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Groomed for Predators by a Predator
It’s not all men. But it’s all the men who were in positions to love and protect me – plus countless others.
In the last four years I’ve been robbed of about $360,000.
Was I robbed at gunpoint?
Was I a drunk making bad choices?
Was I a negative, miserable person attracting criminals?
What was I wearing?
No. No. No. Please 🙄
Not by strangers in dark alleys. By men I trusted.
I trusted my father. I craved connection with him. Instead, between 2014 and 2021, he stole $300,000 from me – and long before that, he stole my safety. He was an alcoholic who bottled his emotions, then exploded in rages, beating us with wooden spoons until they broke. “I brought you into this world, I can take you out.” Shortly after addressing me as “Darling.”
It put the fear of God in me – and convinced me he was God.
As a child I had to be careful to survive: small, quiet, pleasing. I was trained to walk on eggshells, be nice, be accommodating, be respectful, be seen and not heard
By eleven, I could feel him trying to colonize my mind, replacing my loving inner voice with his harsh, judgmental one. By high school, I was cutting, starving, and literally running myself into the ground. I was groomed for predators by a predator.
Simultaneously robbed of God and a real Father.
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The Absence of the Divine Masculine
At twenty-four, after a decade of medicating anxiety and depression with alcohol, I entered treatment. For the first time I heard clearly the true voice of God within: kind, protective, gentle, wise.
This is the divine masculine.
Protection. Provision. Power. All rooted in love, truth, and justice. Its absence creates a vacuum predators rush to fill.
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From Father to Husband: The Continuum
Even after years of therapy and sobriety, I kept giving my father the benefit of the doubt, loyalty and love. I thought one day he’d change. He didn’t. It’s true what they say about addiction: cunning, baffling and powerful ; it’s progressive unless a significant spiritual change occurs.
And while I was rising from the fog of past trauma, another predator appeared: my future husband.
He pursued me with promises like “You’re everything I could have ever wanted and then some”, “I’ll never do anything to mess this up”, and simultaneously “Save the princess” and “You’d make a good wife.” He love-bombed me to the moon – then emotionally body-slammed me to the ground with his fist in my face.
Five months into marriage, he unveiled his alleged $50K debt. I loaned him the money naively hoping to quell his rage, still captive to old programming that loyalty equals love. He drained my resources, then fled to hunt elsewhere. Perpetually irritable, restless and discontent and in need of a fresh high and a new supply.
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A Jungle Disguised as a Society
We don’t live in a society. We live in a jungle.
Housing isn’t safe. Resources aren’t safe. And if you flee violence, be prepared to be treated as guilty until you prove your innocence. Authorities are raised in the same system – they don’t protect women, they keep you alive in the ring so the predators can feed.
Toxic, predatory men don’t hold each other or themselves accountable; they shield each other and abide by bro-code. They pass women’s names and intel to predators. They drain women as emotional regulators, like addicts switching substances by evoking reactions. Rage to fawn.
Weak men don’t fight other men. They lure empathetic feminine women into attachment and then fight her behind closed doors. Like powerless addicts, they seek control over the feminine to suckle and feed and avoid growth and accountability.
I love many men. It’s not all men. But the reality is that society is a savage and ruthless jungle.
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What We Desperately Need
The pattern is clear. The solution is also clear.
The return of Christ isn’t about a man descending from the clouds. It’s about Christ-consciousness – the divine masculine – rising within us. It’s about men embodying love rooted in truth and justice, and women reclaiming their own inner masculine so they can never again be prey.
Magdalene is risen in me. This is where Jesus returns: inside of us, through us, if we invite Him.
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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.
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