The Invisible War on Women Who Know: A Priestess Perspective

It happened after an article about my brand went viral in France. At the time, it felt monumental, like a door had opened.

My work was being celebrated on a global stage, and I was touching hearts and minds far beyond my own borders but the energy that followed wasn’t all celebration.

A man from a major conglomerate called to congratulate me. His tone was polite. But the undertone? Ominous. Sinister, even.

Not long after, I was invited to Paris. It wasn’t flattering. It felt like surveillance. A soft warning. A velvet threat.

When you carry the frequency of sacred remembrance — of ancient knowing, divine truth, feminine sovereignty — your success isn’t always applauded. Sometimes, it’s watched. Tracked. Tempted.They’ll try to buy you or intimidate you or distract you with power.

And if that doesn’t work — they’ll try to exhaust you.This is the invisible war on women who know.On priestesses who remember. On those of us who carry a truth that can’t be contained by systems, softened for comfort, or sold for influence. Every time I shine, something tries to dim me.

Every time I expand, something pushes back.Not always from a person. Sometimes from a system. A thought form. A phantom belief. But I know what it is now.It’s not just patriarchy. It’s not just ego.It’s a deep-seated resistance to the feminine in her fullness — to the priestess who will not bow, who will not be bought, who will not betray her soul to be palatable. And the thing is, it’s not the sacred masculine that fears her.It’s the distortion that has taken hold — the corruption that has seeped into both men and women, systems and structures, making us doubt, divide, and destroy each other. It’s not the masculine that silences the feminine. It’s the wounded, distorted energies that have convinced us we are safer apart than together.

So the real question is: What has corrupted us so deeply that we’ve forgotten we were always divine? Who profits from that forgetting? Who fears what we might become if we remembered?

Because here’s the truth:You are not crazy. You are not dramatic. You are not imagining it.There is a war; not just on women, but on the sacred within them. And it’s not a war you win by fighting.It’s a war you survive by remembering. By reclaiming your energetic boundaries. By refusing to perform for approval. By knowing your frequency is enough. And when you need clarity when the fog is thick and you can feel the interference but can’t quite name it — that’s where I come in.

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