Unlearning the World, Remembering the Soul

We, as modern mystics, priestesses, sages, and medicine women —we are not taught. We remember.

Not through doctrine.

Not through diagrams.

But through the activation of the body.

Through ritual.

Through ceremony.

Through our connection to the Great Mother below, the Cosmic Body above, and the Divine that pulses through all.

This path is not followed — it is lived.

We do not drink from another's cup when our own soul offers the purest medicine. We do not imitate. We do not replicate.We remember what has always been ours. The Mystery does not shout. It leaves breadcrumbs. It pulls us deeper.

Where once there were walls — now, only the dissolve. Gnosis. Knowing without words. We die and are reborn, over and over, until the soul’s path begins to reveal itself not in whispers, but in clarity so powerful it becomes undeniable:

This is why I came. This is who I am.

And from that place our own medicine becomes its most potent.

We do not bind ourselves to a single lineage, a single pantheon, or a single paradigm. We listen to the wisdom of the body-temple.We surrender to remembrance. And slowly, tenderly, we begin to unlearn all we were taught to believe.

Faith arises — not in the known, but in the unknowable.The Void becomes familiar.The Mystery becomes home.

We become women who live from that place.Rooted. Remembered. Resonant.

With love — only love —from the Temple of Sacred Remembrance xx