
PREFACE
I have not been entirely forthright in my approach and in my writings. I have shared insights with little description of my personal opinions in hope of you coming to your own conclusions about spiritual matters. I have found now, though, that it is becoming very needful in my position to express my full thoughts on these matters - not only for my own rise, but for transparency. I want to address the concerns of my readers and my current viewpoints in order to provide context for my writings, including my latest post. What's more, I want to share more about my story of how I came to honor the Divine Feminine.
This is going to be a very vulnerable post, and I pray you will read it with an effort to withhold judgment from my experience and compassionately hold space for me in my deconstruction and faith journey. I am still very faithful about the key factors of the gospel, but having an extensive paradigm shift about the world women face, as well as their divinity.
My story may be somewhat unique, but I know I am not alone, as dozens upon dozens of women have expressed similar things, due to their background and experiences. Please keep this in consideration. I will be sharing my own lived experiences and in no way is it a blanket statement for every woman's lived experience, but I think many will relate to a lot of what I will share.
I also ask that you be prayerful about the sacred nature of the things to which I share and the conclusions I have come to. I don't expect for people to fully understand or empathize with it, or to share the same experiences in entirety. But I share it to give hope to women that they may find themselves and have similar sacred experiences and step into the knowledge of their own divinity. I believe all women can experience these things for themselves- if they ask, seek, knock, and are open enough to receive. We all can.
I will be describing my connection with my Heavenly Mother, the Divine Feminine. In a later post, I will address the concept of feminine energies. Today, I will discuss factors of church history that have been backed up by church historians who work directly with the brethren on church discourse (TRIGGER WARNING). In future posts, I will discuss further my current standpoint on church history, temple rituals, and the need to comprehend history. Later, I will express my current standpoint with the church and the things that I would wish to change. Today, I will be sharing my candid perspective with you all and providing explanations as to how I came to my conclusions, and where I am at on my journey. I genuinely hope this will be of help to you.
I also want to share that I have studied extensively about Christ throughout my life, have a great love for Him, and that knowledge of the Mother does not take from my knowledge of Him. She is His Mother, after all. I will express my experiences with Him at a later date, but this is a pretty dense verse of my experiences with Mother and the focal points of my journey. It's time for me to share.

COMING TO KNOW THE FEMININE
I have a natural passion and desire to understand all things feminine and the divinity of women. Since I was a child, I have been drawn to the discussion of our Heavenly Mother, as well as the concept of goddesses in ancient cultures. I suppose I have always been about "flower power" in the sense that I cheer on women in their pursuits, exclaim at women's bravery and overcoming challenges. I thrive on seeing women in leadership roles.
The first time it dawned on me that there might be a space for women in godhood, I was 11. I had entered middle school. My world civilizations teacher introduced me to the spiritual realms of ancient Egyptians. My peers and I watched a video all about the growth and spiritual pursuits of pharaohs. It was at that point that I learned that there were Queen Pharaohs who ruled their spheres. It was their belief that at death, they would be exalted, and transported into another spiritual realm. What's more, they, as Queens of earth and heaven, would step into divinity, transfigured into godhood. The symbols, the crown, the ankh (what I would later find to be the scepter granting eternal life) held by the Queen of Heaven, Herself.
WOMAN... GOD?
I was baffled. A woman... God? How could a woman be a god? It went against everything that I knew and understood about spiritual matters. God was a Father. God was a Son. How could God be a Mother or a daughter...? I remember these thoughts wracking about in my brain that entire school day, entirely perplexed, running home, and as soon as I could, anxiously addressing my mom for clarification on these matters. I asked her, "Mom, can... girls be Gods?"
I remember the answer that I got was vague. I feel as though she said, "We don't know for sure." She mentioned that we did have a Heavenly Mother, but that 'there was not much we knew about Her.' We weren't sure if She was a god. That She was not the same as ancient goddesses. I was told the sacred silence myth: "We don't talk about Her, because Father is protecting Her. He doesn't want Her name to be spoken of in vain, as his is, and so we don't know much about Her."
I say this with empathy, as I know this was a narrative that has circulated for decades, and my mother was doing the best she could. But in the same breath, I consider this narrative to be faulty, as this sacred silence myth has never been stated by prophets or general authorities since the beginning of the church - not on any record within the church. Nonetheless, the effects were there- the concept of a silent Mother in the skies, the role all women would fulfill in the afterlife... second to the throne.
That was about it with the conversation, from what I recall. There may have been more, but that is what little memory I have to go off of - and this was the narrative I was told time and time again. I had no means to make logical sense of it all, much less of any significance our Mother must hold. Not at such a young age, especially with so little coming from my mother's understanding on the subject.
IN MYSTICISM
Later that year, I learned about the Greek Pantheon. I got to reenact the tale of Persephone and the underworld. I learned about Hera, who stood as the immortal version of Mother Earth, love, and family. I clung to this knowledge with everything that I had, every morsel. It was breathtaking... but the concept could only remain mystical in my mind. A fairytale I wished to live. I couldn't see Her in my modern-day world - a patriarchal sphere - and so I found myself delving into ancient mythologies and mystical writings, as often as they came along. It was the one space where I could imagine the godly power of women - in my readings, in folklore, and in my dreams. It was so far removed from my reality - it could only exist in a world of imaginings.
WHAT IT MEANT FOR ME
As far as my time in my spiritual spheres went, any chance a person spoke about our Mother in Heaven, I perked up and clung to every word, giving it my full attention. I desperately wanted to know about the Divine Mother we spoke of and knew so little of. It was truly like grasping at straws, any ounce of nutrients, but I needed it for nourishment.

There was something in the thought of Mother, the answer to the questions at the depths of my soul, something cosmic, exhilarating... in that if I came to know Her, I would come to know myself. But without Her, I could not grasp myself in entirety. If I didn't know the female half to God, I only knew my paternal spiritual DNA. I was lacking Wisdom of who I was meant to be, as the offspring of divinity - not just of a divine father, but a divine mother - and as a woman, to become a Goddess, in parallel.
Grasping any understanding of this seemed futile. It was nowhere. How could I possibly grasp it when it didn't exist within our spheres? And so, I was left in question, about my Mother, my primordial whereabouts, and of my own being, who I was at the core. It was like body and spirit dysmorphia, a disconnection from my own soul.
LACK OF EQUALITY
That disconnect spanned more than just within my own self-concept. I felt a disconnect at times to the talk of male order and power. I could adhere to the words of our male leaders, but the voices of the women around me were subdued, often belittled, and I saw them become diminished in many women. I was told to take the advice and counsel of men above my own thoughts, dreams, and inclinations - my own intuition. My thoughts were often questioned and disregarded. It was as though there was no space for me as a woman within church walls. Unless of course, it was to be submissive, obedient, entirely soaking in every word from a male revelator, stake president, bishop, or priesthood holder. Again, never trusting my own thoughts and inclinations; rather trusting their words above my own intuition.
Ultimately, I was and felt secondary, the lesser sex. It was as though there was nothing that I could do; I would always be less than. "God must not love me as much." I craved to know God, to receive hidden Wisdom, to enter into holier ways, to bring obedient and kind, to communicate and embrace Them, and to be admired by these holy men. But, no amount of obedience, kindness, or peacemaking... no pure desire to do good, to obtain all of the spiritual knowledge, all God had to offer, or enter into communication with Them... no desire of mine, no matter how strong, could grant me the things I sought for... save it was accompanied by the assistance of a man. The other gender, more glorious and celestialized than I could ever be. I would always be second to God, and to my community.
Men would be kind, sure. Place me on a temporary pedestal, but never to stay. Only to be set back in my place. To be told to stand back and allow the patriarchy to take its charge. Facing occasional, sometimes even weekly reprimands. Constantly being reminded of the perpetually reiterated phrase - that it was not my place to "get ahead of the brethren." Never the 'sister-en', might I add.
Anytime I asked about Mother, out came the sacred silence response. A little at a time, I grasped little morsels of Her. And it was few and far between. A little glimmer here, a little glimmer there. Inevitably, a snail crawl.
TALK OF EQUALITY
I remember being shocked to hear David A. Bednar speak about the equality of men and women at a Stake Conference. He gave an address that was much similar to Ulisses Soares' talk that was given this October in 2022. In that, he stated that the term often translated as 'men rule over' was actually to 'rule with.' He also described that Eve wasn't formed from the rib because she was second, but because they were equals. That neither man nor the woman walks ahead of each other, but side by side, at the same stride, making decisions mutually, together. He expressed that our marriages should be equal partnerships, either with full equality or equity in whatever made sense with each couple. Bednar also went as far as to say that he believed that women already possessed a sacred power, perhaps the same thing or similar to the priesthood, and that we hold it within us.
This discussion got my mind spinning. To one extent, I felt enlightened. I saw a future for women that I didn't know existed. And a brighter reality for me within that context. My future marriage would be one of equality, and I possessed godly power. I didn't need anyone's permission - that I had it within me innately, all along. But something about this didn't sit well with my gut. Why would women be holding it... possessing it naturally... and us seeing only men getting to perform with it? Why is that our reality?
THE TEMPLE
When I entered through the temple for the first time, I was baffled. First, that women were performing priesthood ordinances within temple walls... but not outside these walls. I'd lived my whole life believing one way - that women did not get to exercise godly power in our church, only to find out that we did... just behind closed doors.
I remember the moment that it dawned on me... all dressed in my new robes, symbolizing purity. Sitting in front of the temple worker, an elderly woman, waiting for her instruction. Hearing the words, the initiation. Her placing oil upon my head and anointing me with the holiest of all blessings.
I was in utter shock, thoroughly perplexed. My mind was reeling, desperately trying to find the means to make sense of what was taking place. I couldn't grapple with it. My breath was getting heavy. The air felt thin. After walking through my initiatory, my mother led me into the bride's room and we took a seat upon the plush velvet cushions. But I could hardly take in the room. I couldn't take in the grandeur or the significance of the space... I was in a state of panic and my world was closing in. My mom asked if there was anything I wanted to ask, and I asked in complete bewilderment, "Mom... so... do women hold the priesthood?" To which my dear mother had no real explanation, "Well, sort of. I think women just get called to do it." In no way was that answer satisfactory for me. Her response did nothing to ease or clear the pressing question on my mind...
On one hand, that was one of the most surreal, beautiful things I'd ever witnessed... for the most godly of things to be done by a woman. It took me right back to that class on Egyptian civilizations in 6th grade. The shock, the epiphany, the amazement, the bewilderment... Something I was told could not, would not ever be my reality... existed. But it was hidden, secretive, never to be revealed to another soul. Something I could have a taste of, but nothing that I could embrace in my normal world. Nothing I could fully embody. And that just felt deeply wrong... to be given something in one breath, and have it silenced... It felt like gaslighting... and I couldn't reconcile with it.
And then... having to promise myself to my husband, to be in complete obedience to him. Being told that I would go through him to get to God, that I was to honor him, devote myself to him... and men not making the same commitment, nor being told they could only get there through their spouse. They had full access to God. Then, to be walked through the veil by my husband... (a role which I later learned was originally given through women, rather than a husband, perhaps signifying the Mother).... Feeling as though I was being treated as a child rather than an adult in all of this; chattel. As if my own wisdom and intuition wouldn't be enough to get me to God's good graces at heaven's gates.
I felt a complete loss of equality, and I was devastated, perplexed, and again bewildered out of my mind. The story that I'd been told, all growing up, of the beautiful events that would take place in the temple for me... being esteemed in the temple, feeling closer to God, making beautiful covenants between spouses - greater than any wedding vow could muster - and finding a complete sense of equality within temple walls... I was completely taken back. None of it lived up to the expectations others had set for me.
And that was the start of my deconstruction.
I tried to attend the temple and make sense of it all, but it was increasingly triggering to me. Few and far between, I would get a glimmer of hope, but in order to get there, I had to suppress the plaguing thoughts and feelings that came out from hearing temple verbiage. That was the only way I could find any peace or insight. I shared some of my thoughts with my newly-wedded husband, out of hope that he could solve this spiritual battle for me, but he didn't have much to offer me. When I addressed it with family, I got a hard talking to, and felt a lot of shame. So, I struggled in silence for years.
CORONATIONS AND GODDESSHOOD
Within that first year, I took a Book of Mormon course by Professor Robert C. Line at what was then the BYU Salt Lake Center. He taught us openly about Queen Elizabeth II's coronation and the history of coronations (as I shared in my latest post). He did so delicately, so as not to reveal what our temple rituals were, but it was evident the similarities between the two. This included the signs and symbols of coronations, and the ability for men and women to solely possess godhood through these rituals, even in this life. That was mind-altering for me. I, as a woman could actually possess godhood... and as Queen Elizabeth II did... on my own, as an individual - not as a subservient wife, but through my own merit and embodiment. There was a real life example of a woman who had done this very thing, possessing goddess-hood on camera, and lived to tell about it. (And come to find out, she was not the first woman to go through an initiation into godhood).
A few semesters later, I learned from another professor a very striking detail that hit home for me. A peer asked how God could be omnipotent, possessing all the strengths within every attribute... when there are so many strengths that could be in conflict with each other. How could he be them all? To which my professor responded, "I believe that is because there are two of them." He went on to describe that "it takes two to become a God," two halves coming together to form a balanced whole. That the term Elohim, for God in Hebrew, meant "gods" - plural, male and female (masculine and feminine). That Father couldn't possess godhood without Mother, and neither could we. That we needed each other. The fact that Father didn't get there alone, that He could not obtain it without Mother... that rocked my world. That perhaps our concept of women going through men was not necessarily accurate - and there was a true equal balance in Godhood, and that women had just as much power going into it. I started to believe that there was a place of relevance and significance to discuss womanly roles within divinity, in the cosmic sphere and in our relationships.
I then took another course from Professor Line, again, and so many discussions opened up into jewels. I shared on another post his explanation on Adam and Eve being physically begotten by our Heavenly Parents, and what that means for women. But ultimately, these discussions drove me to think about the potential of us being gods in the now. That I was a living and breathing child of Gods - not just a Father, but a Mother. And not to become as such, but already possessing the capability of godhood in my own being. Through the retroactive and omnipresent capabilities of the Gods, if I were to possess that at one point, and all time was before me, I would have already entered into godhood. I would already be a god - in some sense, in some sphere, or perhaps by natural birth. If that were the case, then there would be nothing keeping women from being esteemed and recognized as goddesses in our spheres - except for, as I would learn, misogyny and patriarchy.
CHURCH HISTORY
*TRIGGER WARNING* on church history.
Shortly after this, I came to learn much of what church historians had discovered about the history of the church, and I researched it extensively, from church sources, scholarly reports, and court cases - the good and the bad. From the efforts made to fund the church, to Joseph speaking openly about Mother in Heaven. To the devastating fall of the church bank, to the power women held. To garments, to masonic order, how polygamy came to be enacted. To the school of the prophets, blood oaths, to the endowment ceremony revisions, treasure hunting. The fact that Joseph Smith ran for president and asked members to pray within temple walls for him to get in. How Blacks held the priesthood before the priesthood ban was created for Blacks and for women, by Brigham Young.
How Joseph Smith granted women the ability to hold the priesthood. How he set Emma apart as a priesthood holder, and the Relief Society as an office of the priesthood. How he walked Emma through the same process to step into godhood as men. How women anointed, blessed, and healed for 80 years (perhaps even up to 120 years as stated by head church scholars who work directly with the brethren). How Brigham Young brought all of the saints out west and took away the Relief Society, and with that priesthood from women, as well as their self-made budgeting system, to which the priesthood would gain full access to. Later, the Relief Society would return - not as a priesthood office, but as an ''auxiliary program'', still left without their own budget.
How Brigham Young met polygamists in Maine and introduced it to Joseph. How Emma walked in on Joseph and Fanny (age 16), without any prior knowledge or consent, as well as another 14 year old. How Joseph asked men in secret to take on the act of polygamy, and had spiritual sealings with dozens of women. How the courts interviewed over a dozen women who claimed that they were Joseph Smith's wives "in every sense of the word." How D&C 132 was never meant to be canonized. That it was initially given as a blessing to Emma from Joseph (not for the entire church). How it has been determined that sections of the blessing were revised during the time Brigham Young took place as prophet. How Brigham Young brought polygamy from a secret thing that only certain individuals participated in, to largely encouraged participation of it among all members, as a church sanctioned thing - without the consent or approval of the wives.
How underaged women were taken into marriage with very little consent. How the census records show that it, indeed, was not normative in that day and time for older men to marry underaged girls - only for underaged boys to marry underaged girls. That it was unacceptable by the standards of society during that time period and that many people in the area were outraged by it. The fact that Oliver Cowdery called Joseph and Fanny's relationship as "nothing more than a dirty affair". And Joseph claimed an angel held him to a sword in commandment to take on multiple women and seal them up into eternity to him. Even to the point of taking other men's wives behind their backs.
That women were isolated in Utah when polygamy grew within the church and they had no other means, but to subjugate themselves to a life of polygamy if their husband so chose. How men could get remarried without the full consent of their current wife. How if men married multiple wives and sealed them unto themselves, they would be granted the ways of godhood and a multiplicity of blessings to span across the eternities. But for women, there was no such gift or promise. Only to be an observer and a receiver, not an embodiment of godhood.
And of course, to discover that the Mother God was recognized, even highly acclaimed for many years... but still we claimed male gods superior over the female gods. And many chose to not refer to Her as a singular god in order to perpetuate the concept of eternal polygamy, to which I will never prescribe to. Rather, I choose what the church currently states on their website under the Topical Guide for Marriage - "Monogamy is the way of the Lord." (That's my motto). But our male gods were considered superior to our female gods.
DECONSTRUCTION
So, we start back at square one. And it's a cycle of deconstruction.
To one extent, our church system did not allow for women to fully step into their godhood and power. In another extent, it did... but only through their spouse and behind closed doors... which again, equated to women not being able to fully step into their godhood, independently or as equal partners. Some form of a god in a subservient role. Like a lesser god role. And I just had to think... "uh-uh, that can't be right." That couldn't be a cosmic truth.
But then, there were esteemed church scholars who spoke at great lengths about the equality in godly marriages and divinity of women. There were scriptures, apocryphal works, ancient texts, mythologies, theologies, archeology, and even prehistorical accounts that spoke widely about the existence of the Divine Mother and the eternal worth of women. But yet, it couldn't hold space within our spheres. Not without a lot of deconstruction and the right company to hold space for this understanding and belief.
So, either there wasn't equality in the eternities, or perhaps our leaders had it all wrong. Perhaps the cosmic things were greater than they could comprehend, and perhaps it was the limited perceptions of men that kept us from receiving more. Or perhaps good men could also fall, as prophets of old, and that spirituality and connection with God was something to more so be achieved by our own searching, rather than reliance on ordained seers to teach us of God's ways.
WHAT MY JOURNEY LOOKS LIKE
At the end of the day, all I could go off of was what my gut was telling me. Not the narratives or the viewpoints or the perceived doctrines of church leaders... but what my soul told me was my eternal destiny and future. My right and design as a woman, as a God in embryo. Who I was meant to be, and all that I possessed.
How was I going to get there, though? If not through this prescribed way, through my husband, through sacred call by leaders, through the priesthood... what would that look like?
It would look like me gradually, line upon line, aiming to discover hidden mysteries of God. My tuning into God with full purpose of heart, presence, and openness to receive. Studying, seeking answers in prayer. Praying to receive, to know Them. Me trusting God's voice, trusting my own intuition, and letting it guide me. Allowing my heart to live with full, pure, unadulterated love. Being open to receiving answers that the universe held for me. Me allowing my thoughts, my dreams, my intuition, the spirit and the earth to guide me.
I read about every doctrinal statement made about the Mother, by prophets, general authorities, and auxiliary members. I read scholarly articles, and took courses on biblical and ancient studies that highlighted the Mother God. I read empowering books like Dance of the Dissident Daughter and the Women Who Run with Wolves. I listened to podcasts that spoke with various intellectual minds about the Mother - including In Her Image, Time of the Feminine, Reflecting Light, Behold Thy Mother, and Women Seeking Wholeness, to name a few.
And at one point, to come to actually see things for myself, in vision form. I had a true connection with my Gods.
MY DREAM
I'd studied this for a few months. Then, after a month of intense studying, I prepared myself mentally and spiritually for a week. That final night, I'd prayed to Father to know whether or not I could speak to, or address, Mother in prayer. "Father, can I..." Before I could get the words out, I saw a world open up to me. I was in between sleep. I saw before me Mother, and Father and Christ, just beyond Her.
I looked back and forth between the three of them, asking, "Is this okay? Is this okay?" There was no audible response, but Christ and Father wore smiles radiated love. Their spirits seemed to say, "Yes, this is your Mother. She has always been here." I looked back to Mother and love, joy, and relief filled my chest. I exclaimed, "Thank you, Heavenly Mother. Thank you, Heavenly Mother. Thank you, Heavenly Mother!" I could no longer contain my excitement and I reached out and fell into an embrace with Her.
I stood there for what seemed an eternity, and then embarrassment and insecurity got to me. I assumed she was thinking, "Oh, my silly child, of course I have always been here." But then I pulled back, and I saw that She had tears streaming down her cheeks, as if to say, "My Daughter, where have you been?" We both cried, and all four of us fell into an embrace. We stayed there for some time.
Then, it was like an out of body experience. I was suddenly staring at the scene from afar, and gradually things faded from view, and I awoke in my bed.
This was the inclination I had to initially begin sharing about my Mother.
MY JOURNEY
After that, I started speaking. I started my account and my blog. I reached out to others in the online community who had a true faith and desire to know the Mother. I continued my studies - doctrine, ancient mythologies, theologies, archeology, prehistory, and cross-cultural practices - the overwhelming consensus of the worship of the Mother, as well as the relationship between Christ and Mary Magdalene. That and the history and power of women, and the injustices made upon women throughout the ages. As well as times of egalitarian societies and systems that honored both men and women equally - matrifocal times. I shared with everyone I knew. I turned to Mother and Father and Christ in everything I did, and asked for Wisdom and guidance for my life.
I spoke on podcasts and wrote to our prophet in hopes that we could more closely examine the doctrine of the Mother and incorporate that more.
I asked God for community, sisterhood, wholeness, and alignment, and it came to me. I participated in retreats and circles that brought me closer to my Mother and my soul. I learned about the Great Mother and learned to honor ourselves as Her daughters. It brought me healing and rebirth.
I found my inner voice and a connection to God and to the universe. I intuitively guided the elements and the emotions around me through a space of alignment and wholeness. I learned about the ancient art of drumming and music making, and its connection to the Divine Feminine and the womb space. I participated in sound circles, kundalini yoga, intuitive dance, and earthing / forest bathing (barefoot on the soil). I studied astrology and energy. I began to sense things as an empath. I began to foresee certain events that would take place in my life. I learned how to bless hearts and minds through my own desire to heal the world, to spread love and enlightenment. And I do it in my own way. I do it through my connection to God. To myself. To the world. To heaven. Without fear, without shame, and without control. Through my inner guide and Wisdom.
KAUAI
I walked upon the shores of Kauai and felt the presence of the Divine Mother and Father, and the force of their powerful love. That which birthed this Edenic space, which birthed us, their children. I recalled the tales of Asherah, the Spirit who moved upon the waters, the Queen Mother in Revelation 12, Lady Atirat of the Sea, Mother Earth, and Ariadne flow through my mind. I stepped into my feminine as I graced the waters in a long flowing dress. As I walked through dry caves and felt a surreal sense of rebirth. As I stared upon the dangling flowering vines from the lush green mountain, like Tafiti's beauty coming to life in the vegetation.
In these few moments, I embodied peace, Wisdom, and alignment, and incorporated all of the attributes that I envisioned the Mother holding. In those moments, I made an effort to remove myself from harsh tendencies and judgment, and chose to embody love, light, Wisdom, and goodness. It was heaven on earth. The only thing keeping me from accessing it was myself. I owned my divinity, my inner masculine and feminine as I inherited from my Parents. I found items others had lost by tuning into my inner Wisdom. I called back items from the sea. I verbally thanked Mother at every glorious sight that spoke of Her and Father's love, and dedicated it to Them. I stepped into my goddesshood in that Edenic space, and I will always carry a piece of Kauai with me.
POWER OF WOMEN
I am still learning. I am still growing. I haven't fully arrived. But I have been able to exercise these very things through my own sacred experiences. Something that is not unique to me alone. Something that many women have borne witness to throughout the ages. Something that is not limited to men and priesthood power... but as David A. Bednar states... through our own innate potential.
Women. Are seers. Women. Possess godly power.
Let's embrace it.
We just have to choose it for ourselves.
We just have to seek it.
We just have to lean into Wisdom, intuition, and seek Her out.
Among tales, ancient wisdom; what truth in itself speaks.
We have to deconstruct and allow for the reality we hope for.
The reality that we deserve. That is within our own cells.
The reality that can heal and bless the world, and allow us to rise to our highest heights.
The reality of stepping into our higher self.
I am not there yet, but this is the course I am taking.
This is the road that will lead me there.
The road that is allowing me to embody the very things that I need to step into my higher self.
And that is my very vulnerable story, of my searching and my discovery.
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I hope you got something out of this reading, that something from this resonated with you. I am always open to having open, pure, and kind conversations with anyone who would like to share their genuine thoughts, without judgment. And more than anything, I hope that you are able to take from this message and find the means to embody your godly qualities and capabilities in your life - to make it a reality. To rise, and embrace all that you have inherited from your Mother. Feel free to reach out at any time. Sending love.
'Til next time,
Krystal Barnes
My Heavenly Mother Blog
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