Going beyond all that is known

Last year, Hekate guided me to read this: https://templeofwitchcraft.org/if-you-meet-hecate-on-the-road-kill-her/

That blog post spoke so directly to me that I've saved it and re-read it multiple times.*

This is exactly where She has been leading me. All names, labels, and markers of the path, from Her to my Twin Flame, have been dissolving along with all names, labels, and markers of my identity.

As Krishnamurti said, "The day you teach the child the name of the bird, the child will never see that bird again."


*This doesn't mean I endorse the blog or Christopher Penczak. At this point I'm very wary of all established "adepts" and I believe none of them are infallible. I just deeply resonate with this one particular blog post.


Radical Compassion

Tolkien's stories have given me hope, direction and support during this years-long curse-breaking process. The Lord of the Rings novels especially.

These books have been my actual guides through this process. The Ring and the plight of the Ring-bearers showed up early on when I was fighting this possession/curse.

Right now I'm in the last stages of a terrifying, years-long Underworld journey into the personal and collective shadow. This descent into the Underworld started more than a decade ago, and when I say Underworld I mean it. Not "a bad time" or a "string of bad luck". I mean the Underworld. The Tala Chakras. The spheres of the Qliphoth.

The place where black magic governs your reality and curses are real. The place where demons stalk you and are not JUST your inner demons, but actual demons. The place where everything is upside down, where the values and morals of the surface world not only stop making sense, but are revealed for the rotten lies they really are.

The place where the Balrog dragged Gandalf. The place where the Ring dragged Frodo.

Here, there is no question of "mastery" or "skill". That is not what is called for down here. As I said in this post, there is no occult mastery or privilege of any kind that will let you conquer this darkness. (Why was a humble little hobbit the one to carry the Ring to Mordor, instead of any of the glittering immortals with their ancient wisdom, magic and many skills?)

Love does not conquer. What's called for down here is painful humility and surrender. The Underworld awakening defies any easy answers that the surface world demands in order to feel stable. People have an urge to victim-blame and judge the unfortunate ones who are taken apart and destroyed by this Underworld initiation process, as if it'll make them feel safer. The world makes sense if the broken ones did something wrong that made them get brutalized and destroyed, after all. 

Most of the people I lit candles for in this post were highly skilled magical practitioners. They were also deeply devoted to their respective spiritual paths and tried hard to live ethical lives. They did everything "right". They were still dragged to the place where the Ring almost fully consumed Gollum, leaving only a few bright sparks of Smeagol's innocent light left inside, and they needed radical compassion and non-judgment. 

Just like Smeagol needed radical compassion and non-judgment, not Sam Gamgee's ableist shit.

Just like how, for all of Frodo's iron will and good heart, and the purity in his willingness to repeatedly offer the Ring to others, the quest eventually weakens him, harms him, starves him and breaks him so much that the Ring finally overpowers him at Mount Doom. 

It is humbling when we realize that all our past virtue, all our efforts, all our good intentions, all our skill and mastery, mean very little when confronted with the Ring. What's happening down here in the Underworld is totally beyond our control or understanding. You must choose surrender and love again and again here, like second by second or minute by minute, or you will die. And that is the truth.

For years after I began fighting my way out of this trance-like curse, I started to see people in my waking life - especially the rich assholes of my former social circle - as Nazgul. Sometimes they'd look like Gollum or a Nazgul/Ringwraith on the inside, even if they were shiny, perfectly attractive people on the outside. It was creepy.

Most of my family, right down to all of my cousins, show up as Ringwraiths.

When my Twin Flame began sinking into the vibration of Gollum, his higher self would show up and comfort me with the face of Tom Bombadil - he over whom the Ring has no power at all.

When I wanted to judge my Twin for appearing like Gollum on the inside, I remembered Gandalf's response to Frodo's judgment.

Whenever I re-read (or re-watch) the scene where Galadriel is tempted by Frodo's offer of the Ring, and is relieved when she passes the test, I get emotional. That is my favorite Galadriel moment.

When Frodo gets stabbed with a Morgul blade, I know exactly what that feels like, and I know why Frodo's wound never fully heals.

When Hekate wants to give me hope, She fiddles with my playlist and puts on "Into The West" from the movies. (And in Greek myth, what lies in the West? The Fortunate Isles or Isles of the Blessed, and Hera's Orchard or the Garden of the Hesperides. The latter is a matriarchal paradise that the Bible later turned into the Garden of Eden. The good dragon Ladon became the evil serpent. The golden apples of immortality, freely gifted by Mother Gaia, were turned into an apple of sinful temptation.)

From what I've seen of Gollum and Frodo, of myself and my Twin, and of everyone who has floundered and sometimes died on this path, I have been shaken to my core and learned that only radical compassion wins. Radical compassion for yourself and radical surrender.

Because the Ring and its master want you to fucking die as a sacrifice. I mean that very literally.

You either choose compassion on this path or you die. It is horrifying, but it's true and I think it's important to say this.

The Renegade Path of Twin Flames

Like I said in this post, Twin Flame love is not about privilege.

Twin Flame love is for everyone. Even the ones marginalized and scapegoated by privileged society.

It's one of the reasons why this is a renegade path. Twin Flame Union threatens power structures. It always, always threatens established so-called truth and established power, which is why Twin Flame Union is so rare and takes so much inner work to maintain. 

Twin Flames are not loyal to any privilege they were born into, even if that privilege is central to some form of group identity. They are only loyal to Love. This is why Twin Flames often seem like traitors to their karmic friends, colleagues and family, when they choose Love over everything they had in their former life.

One of the deepest and most unconscious ancestral karmas that I am struggling to break is caste karma. I come from a so-called "upper caste" Indian family and while nobody ever talked about it directly, there is massive unconscious privilege going back generations, and it has occult implications that are difficult to talk about.

I sense a French Revolution coming to India, and I support it. My family is deeply interconnected with a web of other privileged families, an aristocratic web that goes back generations, and I don't care if all of those families are dragged to the guillotine by a mob shouting, "Off with their heads!"

I am loyal to Love, not to caste privilege. 

My Twin also has this exact same caste karma, although he struggles to accept his privilege. And we are dealing with caste privilege in this lifetime even though we don't live in India. Even though we have past life memories of being low caste peasants and suffering horribly.

Ancestral karmas are worked through in layers. And it can manifest wherever you live, even if the country of your birth doesn't have the same history as the country your ancestors lived in. Here in the United States, for example, I'm extremely mindful that the slave-owning cotton plantations are energetically the same as the zamindar estate in India that helped my ancestors grow wealthy. And if I help the land heal here, I'm energetically doing the same for the low caste serfs who were worked brutally on my ancestors' land.

It's one of the reasons why my earliest spirit guide is Karna of the Mahabharata. Later Ekalavya, another spirit from the Mahabharata, joined him and expressed interest in working with me. They have both been wonderful protectors and guides.

I remember, years ago, when Karna asked me to watch the Daughters of Destiny docu-series as an offering to him. I formally invoked him and we watched the docu-series together. He grieved next to me. He was angry. He was grateful that low-caste children were getting the kind of education that I was lucky enough to get.

That experience opened my heart deeply and I wept so much that day, noticing all I had taken for granted even when I thought I was a nice person with not a shred of class or caste bias inside me.

For those of you who aren't familiar with the Mahabharata, it's an epic of ancient India and it has deeply influenced Indian spirituality. In the Mahabharata, Karna and Ekalavya are two low caste men who are immensely talented warriors. They get thoroughly fucked over by caste prejudice, and religious justification is used each time. It's sickening to read.

Hindu society has found a thousand ways to justify what Karna and Ekalavya endured even today. The victim-blaming and cognitive dissonance that comes up, every time someone tries to defend their fake evil elitist religion and scapegoat Karna and Ekalavya, honestly astounds me.

Unconscious bias is real. Unconscious privilege is real. And as long as you are relying on corrupted power structures to get through life, you're never going to actually learn what the vibration of real Love feels like. Some people may need to be forced to their knees by a French Revolution before they finally let their hearts crack open to real Love.

Like I said in this post, sometimes when Love breaks through the shackles of fear, it looks like escaping persecution. It looks like revolution.

Although I don't really want to quote the sage Abhinavagupta, because his path diverts from mine in important ways, he also gets a lot right. And he has a list of 8 "possessors", or types of spirit possession that are false, constructed inner self-images that I completely agree with. One of them is the possession of caste.

Check out my earlier, and very painful post, about possession here. It turns out that what I described in that post is very similar to what Abhinavagupta teaches about the 8 types of possession. 

All the 8 types of possession that Abhinavagupta talks about can literally be described as 8 types of privilege.

Christopher Wallis labels Abhinavagupta's 8 types of possession as: 

1. Your knowledge/education/learning
2. Your caste/your family's social standing
3. Your spiritual/occult lineage
4. Your socially approved conduct
5. Your body/appearance
6. Your nationality
7. Your virtue/appearance as a "good person"
8. Your wealth

These are truly REAL possessions, not just psychological masks that normal therapeutic tools can address. They are deep in the blood and bone. Last year when I read The Self Possessed by Fredrick M. Smith, I was stunned at how this book's description of the nature of personhood, or your sense of selfhood, closely matched some of my experiences. At the time I was too embarrassed to tell anyone that I felt heard and seen by this book.

I'm not embarrassed anymore because I'm speaking the fucking truth.

This is the way very deep attachments are experienced before they are released. It only looks supernatural in my case because I'm actively engaging with these deep attachments. People walk around with this fake shit inside them EVERY DAY and have no idea that they are not at all who they think they are. That they are literally possessed by false identities buried so deep, bolstered by so much social privilege and mass denial, that they'll never be seen.

And these false identities quite literally create a false reality. A completely false universe that you think is real, but is actually an illusion.

This is difficult to talk about because everything I've said can be used to victim-blame people. People can be scapegoated with accounts of past lives that they didn't have and accused of unconscious bias that they don't have. Many of these spiritual narratives are used to re-traumatize already vulnerable people and groom them to accept abuse.

Use your own discernment and don't ever be tricked into taking responsibility for other people's mistakes. This is something I still have to be vigilant about. I've been deeply programmed to be a sin-eater, so now it takes time to discern whether I have unconscious privilege or if I'm just being psychically gaslit. Sometimes it's a bit of both, which is unsettling.

I have no idea how this ego death will unfold, but Karna has encouraged me keep releasing the shame...so that's what I'm going to do next. One step at a time. I don't know what step to take next after releasing shame, but Karna will be there to tell me.

I just want people to know that breaking these patterns of privilege and false allegiances always takes you outside the bounds of polite society.

Twin Flames are here to actively participate in the world without participating in these "possessions", which is why it's so unbelievably hard to stay in Union. Twin Flame Union is an engine built for a different kind of fuel. We're here to break free from vampiric financial systems and reveal lies.

We're not here to be popular. We're here to speak and live uncomfortable truths. And this rebel path, this Left Hand Path, is the true road to the Harmonious Twin Flame Union. 

Twin Flames fight for this broken world the way we fight for each other. Love is not dissociated "peace". Love can also be wrathful compassion. And Evil should tremble to know that Twin Flames love this world as much as we love each other.

A Candle For The Lost Ones

As a follow up to this post, I want to light a virtual candle of remembrance to each person I know who faced this terror that I am facing, and was destroyed by it.

Grief came over me like a wave when I finished that last post, because I am walking a path strewn with the corpses of friends and strangers who went before me. I can't take one step forward without tripping over the corpses of the disillusioned, the broken, and the dead. All of whom were people I loved.

Those who made it out alive lost their minds, their faith, and their hope. 

Some people I know made it out unmasked and sane, though, and they give me hope. They survived the vicious ego death, and rose humbled and redeemed. May I also be given that grace.

But these virtual candles are for the ones who were not so lucky. I have also included candles for my friends and for myself, because we are walking through this ordeal right now.

With this post I light a virtual candle to Hekate, She who gathers up lost souls, for my first mentor and spiritual friend, a shaman who was completely destroyed by this exact path into the Underworld unmasking. I weep for him and everything he went through, and the breadcrumb trail he left me to find my way to freedom.

Next I light a virtual candle to Hekate for my friend who, while the Goddess was awakening within her in the Underworld, became utterly possessed by the virus-like multiplying, assimilating inner false mask, and now teeters on the brink of death. I mourn her great love for her Twin Flame, who she is too lost to recognize anymore. I weep for the Goddess awakening within her.

I light a virtual candle to Hekate for a friend and mentor of mine, a priestess of Odin and seidhkona, who was broken on Odin's spear. She was being unmasked too, and it spiraled into an unmanageable horror that nearly took her life several times. She tracked all the same black magic phenomena that I have, and her path of descent had all the markers that mine has.

I light a virtual candle to Hekate for a kindly devotee of Poseidon who was utterly brutalized by this process. Whose gentle heart was not made for this ugly world, or for the ugly ego death that the Underworld demands.

I light a virtual candle to Hekate for four devoted Lokeans I know who were betrayed and abused by Loki, dragged into the abyss, and left crazed and broken. 

I light virtual candles to Hekate for acquaintances who got gaslit, dogpiled, and attacked when they asked for help while going through this. Who became crazed by the psychic control they were kept under. Some of them took their own lives.

I especially light virtual candles to Hekate for my friends from Twin Flames Universe who were brainwashed by TFU's "coaches" and by Jeff and Megan into changing their genders and sexual orientations. Who were coerced into cutting off their precious breasts and taking hormones that altered their voices and made them grow beards. May Hekate's bright torches guide them out of the Underworld. Don't let this destroy them more than it already has. Guide them to truth and healing, and avenge them fiercely.

I light virtual candles to Hekate for a number of dear warrior friends - and our respective Twin Flames - who are being dragged into ego death alongside me right now. May we not succumb to the grip of these false masks. May we not lose sight of Hekate's flickering torches in the darkness. May we all be reborn into the Light together.

Anassa Eneroi, have mercy on the dead and the broken.

Soteira, be the savioress of those who are abandoned by their Gods.

Phosphoros, whatever happens, don't let the light go out.

Mother, Mother, Mother, may You never lose sight of us, Your lost children.

Complicated Truths

Everything in your reality is a Mirror reflection of what's going on inside you, AND at the same time that's completely untrue and a psychic lie of Abuse Consciousness.

This has been something that is unbelievably hard for me to talk about. First of all, I'm detoxing from abusive spiritual paradigms, which are actual false matrixes constructed multi-dimensionally to keep people imprisoned and enslaved. I'm painfully aware of how these teachings have been used to enable harm and maintain narcissistic power structures.

The second reason it's hard to talk about this is that I'm slowly undergoing a kind of de-possession and it's terrifying. Even calling it a de-possession isn't describing it properly. See? I have no easy or accurate way to talk about this.

Inner False Identities

It's possible for a sort of false persona to take over you from infancy when you're weak or vulnerable, and I'm not talking about a psychological mask, though that's certainly part of it. I'm talking about an ingrained, apparently "real" persona that appears to be you, your soul, but isn't. From a neurological viewpoint, maybe you'd describe these as imprints. From a magical standpoint, it's a parasitic or demonic possession.

It will be the "you" that your tarot cards or runes answer to. When you're detaching from this mask you will feel fucking insane because you know that your divination tools are communicating to you in a kind of dream. They are speaking to the false self, not to the real, innocent Self underneath. 

Even when your tarot cards give repeatedly accurate readings and messages, you'll notice that they are not speaking to who you really are underneath the false mask. They are giving accurate predictions to the false mask.

Every step in every direction reinforces the prison of the dream world that this mask created. Every victory or gain in the dream world is an illusion, because these are things the mask wants, and getting them only pushes you deeper into the trap.

Look at the Devil card of the Chrysalis tarot deck, which is a mask. That card is exactly how this false mask has shown itself to me; it's exactly what the mask looks like. (I have tracked it through several Devil cards of several tarot decks at this point, but the Chrysalis Tarot really nails it visually.)

Nothing works

I have seen very creepy shit happen, including at one point the false mask of my false self trying to "assimilate" any deity I called. Like it was trying to steal the deity and then impersonate the deity. 

I had to be put into a kind of spiritual quarantine for a while (and to some extent I'm still in spiritual quarantine) because Hekate warned me that unless this mask was removed, I would have a false awakening.

Kali and Hekate, two deities I have relied on to release every type of ego addiction, told me that They could do nothing about this inner false persona, because it would attempt to assimilate Them and mimic Them. I would have to find atheist magical means to empty myself out.

This possession is who you think you are at the soul level, but it is a complete lie. This is not something psychological or medical models can understand, because I'm talking about the level where DNA is changed.

No safe way out

The mask protects itself, and people who rely on your imprisonment will remain in denial of what you're going through and avoid helping you. Like I said in this post, not a single spiritual teacher or coach I turned to even tried to help me with this. Instead, they gaslit me, ignored my descriptions of my own experiences, became threatened if I began breaking out of the trap, and abandoned me when I reported that their shitty advice led me nowhere.

In fact, many of these gurus gaslit me, judged me, and shut me down to the point of making me suicidal when I asked about this.

But the trap of this false mask goes even deeper than that horrifying sabotage. I have seen people struggle to release these inner false personas and completely fail, even if they manage to get to that door at the basement of their psyche where a narcissistic false mask controls everything.

I have had to repeatedly fight my way out of denial. Leave myself notes all over my journals to remind me of what I glimpsed, so that I don't talk my way out of it when denial tries to slip in. Fighting to stay awake. Lulled relentlessly into a zombie-like sleep.

When people fail to remove these inner masks, it's almost never because they did something "wrong". They usually tried to do everything right. But it's like you've been programmed, like you're under mind control.

There is no safe healing process to release these false personas. Even the most dedicated self-healers struggle with them. There is a reason why you are dragged by your hair, kicking and screaming, into the Underworld. There is a reason why you face the utter destruction of your life, before these masks are released.

Even when you are doing the work. 

Even when you pray, surrender, look within, learn every healing modality you can think of, and do everything "right" to release what no longer serves you.

Even when you refuse to numb out, there are some places where the denial is actually invisible to you.

Even when we are willing to let go of what we know, even when we are willing to suffer the uncertainty and loneliness that occurs at this point, sometimes that willingness is simply not enough. Because these inner false personas are so deeply lodged into the psyche that gentle evolution is not possible. Panic, hysteria, death fears, and desperate control games set in when the mask is about to come off.

The Mask keeps itself on

I can tell you that this process has been so merciless and terrifying that even with all of my self-control and self-discipline, I have been flailing. I have feared for my life and for my sanity.

As I said above, for the past couple of years any attempt to talk about it or ask questions about it got me gaslit, ignored or shut down. Like there was a binding spell that prevented me from seeking help. It made me suicidal. Fuck the false adepts who made me feel suicidal when I asked for help.

And I hit obstacle after obstacle when I tried helping myself, since nobody else seemed to want to help me.

I have written channeled insights about the false mask into my Notion journal, and watched those words delete themselves off the laptop screen. Automatically. Like something was possessing me and didn't want to be found out.

After a point, even my previous forms of spiritual surrender became dangerous. My prayers of surrender were being intercepted by a demiurge patriarchal consciousness. A false deity that controls this timeline, and wanted to "answer" my prayers because this inner false mask was connecting me to the false deity's timeline and reality.

I had to stop doing certain ascension practices because Hekate warned me that, due to this ingrained false mask, it would lead me to a "Master Christ" delusion similar to the one Jeff and Shaleia/Megan fell into. How's that for terrifying?

(I was in their Twin Flames Universe cult years ago - half a decade ago at this point.)

Because I got this warning after YEARS of purging myself. Under Dhumavati's stern guidance, I went from being a capitalist to being a communist. Dhumavati repeatedly pointed out every inch of greed in my consciousness and I kept releasing the greed She showed me, even though I cried and resisted and asked Her, "What are You, some kind of commie bitch?"

It's amusing because people who get triggered by my writings have accused me of being "woke as hell" and a "communist" who is letting down the Dharma with my leftist agenda. But I was literally following Dhumavati out of a paradigm of greed, capitalism, and false light - all of which I once enthusiastically participated in - because I didn't want my Twin and I to end up like Jeff and Shaleia/Megan.

All of that wasn't enough. This false mask, though loosened and now visible, is still attached to me and by now I've accepted it may only come off through a messy, messy, terrifying death. That there is no manageable or safe way to release it.

Shame can't survive being spoken

You have no idea how shameful and uncomfortable it is to talk about this. Most of what I've described will sound unbelievable to people who dance around in the shallow spirituality of the surface world. But Evil is real, demons are real, and the paradigm of the Underworld has NOTHING to do with the false light of the surface world.

If you know you know.

But that's why it's so important to talk about it. As Brene Brown said, shame thrives on secrecy, silence, and judgment, but can't survive being spoken out. This is the exact tactic that was repeatedly used by spiritual adepts to silence me.

"Spiritual" people dancing in the false light need to be slapped awake, and the taboo truths of the Underworld need to be acknowledged. Integrity is my core value, and I refuse to be silenced because shame is a weapon of Abuse Consciousness. If I don't speak up for myself, who will? I don't choose Abuse Consciousness in my life.

The false light of the surface world, with its shallow astrologers and shallow witches and shallow yogis, is Abuse Consciousness FYI.

For some of us, awakening to God doesn't look like being lifted up into the superconsciousness. It looks like a terrifying de-possession, an exorcism, and a bloody death.

I don't know what is coming next.

I am very afraid of how everything is going to burn down in my life. I am very afraid of what may need to happen to get this "possession" out of me. I am a disabled woman in an ableist world, the process of unmasking has slowly isolated me, and there is no ideal road for me out of this mess. I have to crawl through the mess with Her voice in my ear, and submit to the dismantling of everything that I am, everything that I loved, and feel all the pain that comes up through this ego sacrifice.

All of this to say - everything in your reality IS indeed a Mirror reflection of your inner reality, but it doesn't look like how Abuse Consciousness wants it to look. You are innocent, just like how people with personality disorders are inherently innocent. It is only through terrifying surrender that the inner limiting beliefs and attachments are released - not through self-blame or self-flagellation.

One of the gifts of the Underworld is that you develop a deep compassion for society's criminals. You understand how you could become like them, and it wouldn't be your fault. You understand how little control you or anyone else has over this life experience.

It. Is. Scary. As. Hell.

Nothing is what it seems be. 

This is uncharted territory and I don't have any idea what will happen beyond this point. But I needed to say this. Speaking out loosens the mask, and I cannot allow my voice to be buried alive by this world's Rape Consciousness. I cannot allow my own shame and uncertainty to suppress my truth.

The Ancestress

Going back a decade, various people saw Dhumavati around me but couldn't name Her. A Sufi healer described Her as a wise, elderly lady who swiftly showed the healer a curse that had been placed on me. A Reiki healer also received guidance from Her while healing me, and described Her as a tough grandmother spirit who had drawn close after watching and evaluating how I had handled some serious ordeals.

Other healers and psychics saw Her and interpreted Her as a grandmother type energy that watched over me. Many observed that She seemed like a very harsh grandmother spirit, but with a hidden compassionate side.

Yeah, that sounds like my Ammamma Dhumavati. 

She dwells in my blood as an ancestral spirit, often speaks to me in Telugu, and guides me as a true guru. Sometimes She is snippy, and once She scared me with Her old woman's cackle (it was a creepy, witchy cackle that I frankly never want to hear again), but She is also kind, fiercely encouraging, empowering, grimly protective, and wise.

And it has to be said...for all the shit She gives me, I like Her so much better than either of my biological grandmas! 

My maternal grandmother is a selfish, treacherous narcissist while my paternal grandmother is a sociopath. They both manage to keep up the appearance of being a socially acceptable granny: cook a lot of food, make a great show of being devout and religious, etc.

These two are allowed to maintain their masks by my shallow, narcissistic, greedy family that doesn't particularly like them but definitely likes social validation. My biological family has no idea what love or honesty really mean.

Dhumavati is who She says She is, forthright even when She's being extremely mysterious. Unlike my biological grandmothers, She doesn't bother with social niceties. Also unlike them, She actually loves me and would kill to protect me.

She also feels like both a personal ancestress and an archetypal ancestress. Dhumavati seems to represent our most ancient, neolithic female blueprint. The First Mother, the Mitochondrial Eve.

I see Her in the hints and whispers of the primordial water dragon goddess Tiamat, before She was usurped. I see Her in Bestla, the mother of Odin, the Giantess who represents an ancient feminine blueprint before the coming of Asgard's golden goddesses. In my UPG, Bestla has all of Odin's powers and wisdom, and is Herself actually a Norn. Bestla is the original leader of the Wild Hunt. Not Odin.

Dhumavati is a very similar ancient Female Power. She is a memory of the matriarchal world that is now lost.

A note on the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine

I have to say something about this, since I use these terms ("Divine Masculine" and "Divine Feminine") in my personal spiritual life, but I really don't like how they are used in the wider community.

First of all, you don't have to use these gendered terms to express the spiritual polarity with your Twin Flame. I use them because I'm in a heterosexual relationship. If that's not you, then you can describe this spiritual polarity in many other ways: Light and Dark, Space and Matter, Order and Chaos, Life and Death, Night and Day, whatever works.

It's not about gender. Gender is purely made up stuff and in my opinion, an illusion based on deeply held conditioning in the body.

My Twin is a heterosexual man and I'm a heterosexual woman. We defy gender stereotypes in specific ways that trigger the crap out of the collective unconscious. And that is a big lesson we're here to teach by example: what heterosexual pairings can look like when you throw gender garbage out like the trash it is.

We are not some Daddy Divine Masculine and his Child Divine Feminine. Which is the exact horseshit that the spiritual community seems to think the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine are. And that offends me because they're taking spiritual terms meant to elevate the human experience, and twisting them in service of the old paradigm of patriarchy.

Again, I can't emphasize this enough: the Divine Feminine is NOTHING like the "traditional woman" or dolled up atrocity that femininity coaches tell you to be. She is also nothing like the alpha-male-worshipping false priestess who claims to channel Mary Magdalene. These people don't recognize the Divine Feminine vibration at all, only the sugar baby vibration.

She is the OPPOSITE of all that "traditional woman" nonsense. She is not bound by social conventions at all. She is not a 1950s housewife fetish, and she is also not a damn child.

I tend to experience Her as the ferrywoman Morgan le Fay, not the flower bride Guinevere.

As Dhumavati the Smoky Widow, not Tripura Sundari the Beauty.

As Ereshkigal the Death Queen, not Inanna the Seductress.

These archetypes are especially terrifying to some people, so they twist their minds in all sorts of ways to redefine femininity and masculinity. Hilariously, many attributes of powerful dark goddesses end up getting re-assigned to the "divine masculine".

When I was deep in Kali sadhana, there was fire and ferocity coursing through me, awakening body parts that had been frozen by trauma. When I described Kali's loving, healing rage to a friend, she interpreted that as "Your inner masculine rising to protect you."

No the fuck it was not. It was Her in all of Her glory. What the fuck?

This is why I'm talking about my perspective on the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine, despite my reluctance. Because the collective thinking around these divine states of consciousness has become insane, in my opinion.

I use terms like the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine but I could just as easily call it the Wild Feminine and the Wild Masculine. Because Divinity is found in releasing all social, cultural and moral brainwashing masquerading as truths. When I apply the Divine Feminine to my path specifically, and I define it as, "the highest expression of my experience of my biological sex." In other words, becoming more of who I already am.

The Divine Feminine for me is:
- My natural preferences purified beyond attachment or aversion 
- My natural personality, purified of conditioned responses and beliefs, with my unique characteristics, unique virtues, and unique skill sets
- My natural body, purified of conditioning it has held for years
- My authentic expression as a woman (which can defy gender norms)

It doesn't have to mean that for you. Again, you do not have to use terms like the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine at all in your life.

I actually hold the Divine Feminine to be a very high state of consciousness. It is something I am evolving towards, not something I embody all the time right now. In some traditions, this is referred to as "personality display". The idea is that Consciousness/Source/God is not just transcendent or ascetic, but ecstatic and embodied in physical life. When you become a purified vessel, Consciousness can display through your natural, God-given personality. This is why it is said that enlightenment is as unique as the individual experiencing it.

And that is how I think of the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine. It's who you are when you've released everything that you're not.

It's not some spiritual version of the frat bro and sorority girl. I almost puked writing that. And this is why I don't buy into gender ideology at all. I think it's inherently heteronormative, patriarchal, dissociated and backwards.

Use whatever term for this polarity authentically describes your experience. There is NO Twin Flame dogma regarding how this polarity should be described or experienced.

The only way out is through, and the only way through is IN

"We must accept that if we are born into this world and have become "normal" citizens of our communities, then there is a storm raging within us. This is because what is accepted as normality in this world is a state of quiet desperation. As much as we might like to deny its existence, this controlled and sedated inner storm cannot be hidden. By gazing across the planet we can see the outer casualties of this inner condition everywhere. It is the storm of duality. It is the war between authenticity and the inauthentic. It is the great divide between Presence and pretence. It is the vast canyon of fear, anger, and grief between the adult and the child self. If we seek real peace, then we must enter this storm willingly and consciously. We do not have to take up the issues of the outer world to enter this storm because the doorway into its chaos is within each of us."

― The Presence Process

Courage

It takes a warrior's heart to love yourself when it seems like the entire world wants and NEEDS you to hate yourself. Love yourself anyway.

This isn't about loving your Twin or getting your Twin. That will happen. Just love yourself. Be the renegade they don't want you to be and defiantly love yourself. Enormous external resistance, like distraction and sabotage, may come up when you do this. That is when you require your own courage the most.

There are unseen forces - often powered by the unconscious group mind of your family, or your community, or another group identity - that will viciously shut you down when you start to glow with self-love. That will attack you, feed on you, or sabotage you because your self-love makes you a threat.

This is real life shit. It is not just a matter of sovereignty or boundaries or a good Banishing spell. That is victim-blaming, and it spiritually bypasses the real, lived realities of this world and how the structures of power need you to hate yourself and fear them in order to maintain that power.

You can't afford to live in denial. You need to trust your perception of what's happening in your reality.

If this makes you skeptical, check out Sarah Kendzior's level-headed book They Knew: How a Culture of Conspiracy Keeps America Complacent.

The fear-based world's collective unconscious unleashes silent weapons for quiet wars against your soul, and it is a real thing that you will have to deal with as you grow in power and love.

The uncomfortable truth is that this world isn't built for your Love. You have to be brave enough to love yourself so hard that your Love breaks their rules, their deceit and their fake power because they set up an imbalanced power dynamic that required your self-hate, and they are going to lose power the same way they gained it. It is what it is.

You have to be brave enough to accept that maybe the world of Not-Love will die in a messy way. That you can't save everybody you wanted to save. That even when Love wins, you'll have to watch old dreams crumble, because things just won't work out the way you hoped they would. Be brave enough to walk through this disillusionment and keep loving yourself.

Dhumavati once said to me in Telugu, "Dhairyam chupinchu." (à°§ైà°°్à°¯ం à°šూà°ªింà°šు) That translates as "Have courage" or "Show courage" or "Be courageous."

Look at Rose McGowan's story of how her Witch Wound was viciously triggered when she stood up to the cult of Hollywood. She was stalked and hunted. Actual spy agencies tried to drive her to suicide. Stole her manuscript so that her rapist - who was doing everything he could to silence her - could read her description of his assault. They planted cocaine on her to set her up for a felony charge. They planted trackers on her car and almost drove her off the road. Undercover female spies, female talent agents, and female literary agents tried to act against her at her rapist's behest. There was a very concerted and focused effort to kill Rose McGowan before she could take down Harvey Weinstein.

I've re-read her story often. Her story is in so many ways an archetypal story of what it feels and looks like when Love tries to break free of the shackles of fear-based power structures. (Check out her book BRAVE, especially because her attackers tried to stop it from getting published.)

Watch this YouTube video if you don't feel like reading Rose McGowan's book.

You may face this level of attack, even if your experience is attack that comes astrally/psychically. It will be real though. As real as what Rose McGowan faced. As real as what I have faced and am continuing to face.

So have courage.

Love is a warrior's path. Facing your deepest fears, your most deeply entrenched self-hatred, and the unconscious hatred of other people is the warrior's path. Have faith that you have a warrior's heart if you were called to this path. You can do it. You were made for this. 

How Love teaches you to surrender.

Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi knows the attitude of a Lover:

The way of love is not
a subtle argument.

The door there
is devastation.

Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.

How do they learn that?
They fall, and falling,
they're given wings.


The Crone Dhumavati

She is the Hag who tested the arrogant Prince in Disney's version of "Beauty and the Beast", and revealed herself to be a beautiful enchantress - one of my favorite Twin Flame stories. (The original story from 1740 is also very recognizable, like it was written for me in some ways.)

She is the Hag who repulsed the Knights of the Round Table, until Sir Kay revealed himself as the only Divine Masculine at that table and kissed the Hag, revealing her to be a beautiful maiden.

She is Granny Weatherwax, who found Magrat as a wet hen and made her a Queen. 

She is Death, training Her granddaughter Susan Sto Helit in the art of the grim reaper.

She is the crone that Sophie Hatter is transformed into and appears as while living inside Howl's Moving Castle.

She is the malicious Queen of Thorns, under whose deft manipulations the abomination Joffrey was poisoned to death and Margaery Tyrell was rescued from an abusive marriage.

She is Maggy the Frog, who unleashed a dark curse-prophecy on Cersei Lannister's narcissist head.

She is the whispering influence in Vargo Hoat's ear, urging him to slice off the false knight Jaime Lannister's worthless sword hand.

She is the Crone statue that the High Septon forced Cersei Lannister to kneel before in A Feast for Crows, and it was before that very Crone statue that Cersei Lannister had the murder of Ned Stark thrown in her face.

She is the sword in Arya Stark's hand, the three-eyed crow, the greensight in Bran Stark's eyes, and Lord Manderly's decision to make some Frey pie. She is the howl of the direwolf in the night and She is the white heart tree of the godswood, demanding blood.

She is the Mother of the Motherless Ones. The protectress of the slandered, the wronged, and the black sheep. The fierce grandmother of outcasts, freaks and monsters. She has no patience for the vain, shallow surface world. If you come to Her as a narcissist, She will kill you as soon as look at you.

Her crows fly across the world and watch the activity of your enemies. Their cawing is the burglar alarm, and the dark promise of vengeance. Her crows have brought me intel and warnings several times.

She isn't a nice, cozy granny who knits in a rocking chair and makes you some tea. That's the comfortable lure of your conditioned mind, pulling you away from Her true, wild nature.

Dhumavati kills for Love. Dhumavati is the female rage that can birth worlds out of the empty-pregnant-void-womb of Shunya. Dhumavati looks at ego and thinks nothing of eating its flesh and drinking its blood. If you come at Her children, She'll be eating your flesh and drinking your blood.

This is the kind of mothering that the Scapegoat needs. Not a sweet and gentle mother, but a mother who is willing to kill. She is a mother who doesn't abandon you in your darkness. She will not preach forgiveness at you when you're in unbearable pain.

Dhumavati shows up as the Queen of Swords and the King of Swords in my readings. I later learned that in the Dark Goddess Tarot, they gave Her the position of the King of Swords (called The Hag of Air in that deck). That's my Dhumavati for sure!

She also holds many secrets.

For example, did you know that the Devi Dhumavati actually doesn't look like an ugly, filthy old crone? That's a glamor. It's the fear of old women that She reflects back to society.

Because the world of vanity fears a woman who is no longer in her "sexual prime", doesn't it? Charles Dickens, who hated his wife and treated her like shit, showed his terror of Dhumavati when he wrote Miss Havisham into Great Expectations.

Similarly, the narcissistic little emperor Kuzco from the film, "The Emperor's New Groove", was grossed out by his elderly sorceress, Yzma.

Dhumavati isn't for scared little boys. Or little girls, for that matter.

As you do Her sadhana, She breaks you out of this prison of desirability that the world put you in. And as you begin to accept the value of your womanhood regardless of your age or weight or looks, Dhumavati no longer appears as the ugly, de-sexed old widow that most devotional art depicts Her as.

I told a friend, "I think Dhumavati looks kind of like Helen Mirren."

Dhumavati is sovereign. Dhumavati is womanhood completely outside the patriarchy. Dhumavati gives no fucks what you think of Her sagging tits or Her sexual desire.

She appears alone, having consumed Shiva, because once again Her consort is invisible to the uninitiated eye. 

Human marriage cannot comprehend Her, which is why She appears as a widow formed from the smoke of Sati's suicide fire.

Have you noticed how codependent, patriarchal, and disempowered Sati and Shiva's "love story" is? Fuck that noise.

Dhumavati, She who arises from the smoke of Sati's burning corpse, has no time for that fake marriage shit. She has no time for the self-sacrificing, self-harming pattern in women's consciousness.

That is why Dhumavati's consort is hidden from the public gaze. Her married state can only be known when human marriage ascends out of its long-cherished dysfunctional patterns which we have reframed as "culture" and "love" and "tradition".

As long as we cling to a world of the False Feminine and the False Masculine, we will never know the secret, romantic face of the Hag.

Only Twin Flame Union can hold that ascended marriage vibration that Dhumavati fiercely calls us to. 

Choose Love.

Don't let people talk you out of your Twin Flame Union. There are so many opportunities in this world for us to give our power away, there are so many wolves in sheep's clothing who come to us with twisted logic and half-truths designed to divert us from our soul's path. The lesson is to trust yourself, to honor the innocence of the Love you and your Twin Flame share even if the whole world is triggered by it. This cold-hearted world does not know your worth.

There's no love in either chasing after your Twin Flame OR running away from your Twin Flame to a more socially acceptable choice. Love is found when you continually go within into your heart and claim yourself back from a false reality that wants to gaslight you until you die.

That's all it is. It's the choice to go WITHIN and choose yourself. Choosing love means choosing yourself. There is a void space in the heart that is Hekate's crossroads, where everything reverses as you move through timelines. Go there and choose yourself.

Your Love just exposes this society's collective illusions, and the shame they've been carrying over the choices they made. That's not your responsibility. Choose Love.

Let your light irritate their darkness. Choose Love.

Every time you are faced with the choice between Love and Fear, Life and Death, you are at Hekate's crossroads. Choose Love. Choose Life.

Trust your truth over the socially acceptable "truth" that they keep trying to force on you, which they don't even believe themselves. As you come into Union with your Beloved, all that this civilization once accepted as "truth" will be challenged anyway. Pluto is in Aquarius. Do not ignore your soul's truth. Go to Her crossroads and choose Love.

Bow to Her who is worshipped at the meeting of three paths. Bow before that lovely Maiden who is venerated in saffron-colored robes. Before that herder of bulls, that queen and mistress of the whole world, that nurturer of children, turn away from the road of Fear and choose the road of Love. Again and again.

Choose Love when it makes no sense.

Choose Love when it looks impossible.

Choose Love when it looks like it will take a miracle.

Choose Love anyway.

The Sin-Eater of Omelas

Ursula K. Le Guin wrote a short story, “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas”. I can't read it without internally screaming in horror. The suffering child scapegoat in that story is me.

That's me in the Underworld cage where they put me. Guarded by demons against all attempts at soul retrieval. Siphoned, eaten, raped, and tortured for the sins of the soul-rapers who dance merrily in the sunshine.

A bound, caged spirit. An enslaved energy source.

Every gain and victory they made at her expense - making her transmute their karma so that they could fly while she sank deeper into the Underworld - became the building blocks of their Tower.

The Tower can take you take great heights before lightning strikes it. That's why it's a tower.

Her blood, tears, and crushed-up bone dust went into the brick and cement of The Tower they built, that glittering utopia of Omelas.

When she takes it back, the lightning will strike and the whole Tower will come crashing down.

Holy Darkness versus False Light

When your Light is so foreign to the collective, you will process it as Shadow because you desperately want to fit in. After all, a clairvoyant Adept can't be wrong if they look at you, appear to see you deeply, and then pathologize what they see, right?

What if an entire lodge of Adepts, an entire coven of Adepts or an entire parampara or sampradaya of Adepts looks at you with their oracular gifts and judges your voice, your expression, your truth, or your spiritual experience as a "problem", then they must be seeing you at least partially correctly...right? After all, they did the work and know all the things!

Let's talk about this.

I was almost driven to my death due to absorbing the projections of so called "adepts" from various lineages who somehow all managed to FAIL to see me. Many of them were established masters in their traditions, others were modern spiritual coaches or priestesses who had large followings. I was broken by their ableism, broken by their psychic scapegoating, and nearly killed myself trying to be the person they insisted I was, when I "healed" all the things they didn't like about me, but which were actually my GIFTS and my PURPOSE in this world.

(This was mirrored, by the way, in the mundane world: family members, doctors and employers did this to me as well. Talk about a self-sustaining feedback loop of shame.)

There was a predictable pattern: I was floundering, and a powerful magical adept would help me. They knew a ton of shit and had done the work. They knew how to guide me through deep blocks and hidden patterns. They would give me the tools to help me get to the next level. They often did this free of charge - after my one bout with a major cult (Twin Flames Universe) I almost never had to pay for spiritual teaching again. The adepts I met after TFU were actually nice and helpful, and I was given teachings for free constantly. 

But then the tools they gave me would actually start WORKING for me. I would start making real progress. I would be on the verge of liberating myself from lifetimes of enslavement...and then the very same adept who had given me those tools would SLAM me back down. Sometimes viciously, sometimes with poisonous sweetness. It was shocking.

There was always something wrong with me. There was always some way in which I was not conforming to their expectation of what spiritual growth or awakening needed to look like. There was something in me that represented the monster in their fairytale. 

In fact I was wired for a different way of knowing God, which they could not see, understand or accept. It would be the equivalent of having a powerful Kundalini awakening in a Theravada Buddhist group, where they don't work with that energy and would give you shit advice that would lead to you getting hospitalized. And then there are Saiva-Shakta lineages that don't even talk about the Kundalini in the first place, because these substances and processes can be worked with in MANY diverse ways and can be viewed from completely different perspectives. Depending on your intent and goal, there are thousands of valid approaches to the subtle body, and they lead to completely different - and mutually incompatible - experiences of unity consciousness.

My Kundalini was waking up in a very different way, in a way no teacher or coach could recognize. It was waking down in the Tala Chakras, in the Underworld hell realms where all of my teachers and spiritual coaches were afraid to look. 

It was waking up something that had slumbered long in the darkness, dismembered long ago and cast into the void. 

Something which no priestess, coach or guru could understand. So they pathologized what they saw, insisted that they were right, shut me up when I tried to speak for what my experiences really were, and bullied me in insidious, pseudo-spiritual ways that disarmed me and psychologically enslaved me.

Better to medicalize me or slap fake labels on me rather than admit you don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Their self-image as the Master (or Psychiatrist, or whatever-flavor-of-expert they wanted to be) needed to be upheld at all costs, even my sanity, my health and my very life.

I called it the Binding and the Blanket of Gaslighting, both of which methodically set me up for psychic scapegoating and the Soul Rape. It was stunning psychic abuse designed to frame me for something I didn't do, scapegoating me so darkly that I'm at a loss for words.

The truth is that I hold a forbidden face of the Goddess that this world long ago pushed into shadow, locked away in the Underworld, and disowned.

The truth is that in an era of false light, real Light looks like shadow, and is processed away as shadow in an act of self-inflicted empathic violence against the self.

The truth is that there was never anything wrong with me. 

The truth is that the Underworld brings the Reckoning, the Unraveling and the Humbling of arrogant adepts who think their wisdom is unshakeable, who think they've figured it all out and can abuse anyone who threatens this self-righteous lie.

Behind the overwhelming shame, behind the hungry ghost projections of these so-called spiritual experts who wanted to tell me what my truth was, I found a heretical Light that was all mine and nobody else's. A Light that was innocent and true, but so foreign to this world that it appeared as a monster to them. A dangerous renegade.

It was here in this heretical Light that Hekate found me. She represents what humanity is in stubborn denial about. She holds the blazing torches that make their eyes hurt.

This is the gift of the Underworld and the real power of Hekate. Her torches illuminate the shit that these false priestesses and false adepts have been sitting in, and they scream at Her to blow out the damn torchlight and let them return to their pretty fantasies.

Your disowned power, your Light that they made you think was shadow, is the key Hekate gives you to free yourself from the Underworld cage they put you in. 

This is what it actually means to be a disruptor. Real disruptors don't shout about it on social media, we actually try everything we can to conform. To fit in. We know how much our heretical truth will cost us.

Nobody wants to be this radioactive creature who stands around triggering the shit out of everyone because your Light frequency is so foreign to the collective that they're convinced it's shadow, and you need to "do your shadow work" because then maybe you'll stop triggering them so much.

But you represent the evolution of humanity. You represent collective shadows buried for so many centuries that they were completely forgotten. That is what happens when a certain truth is pushed into the Underworld. Once it is in the Underworld, a collective amnesia sets in. This amnesia tells the surface world that their fallen, distorted way is The Way. 

And then you slither up like a snake from the Underworld, biting them, your venom stinging them awake from the long amnesia. And they fucking hate it.

As I slowly reclaim what these false "adepts" desecrated, I feel more rage than I ever knew I was capable of feeling. And sitting with that sacred rage, listening to it and letting it love me by just being RAGE, is so medicinal. That rage, that holy darkness, is an angelic messenger of God. It does not need to be transmuted or managed, it needs to simply be allowed to be.

Just as I needed to simply be allowed to be.

I will not forget that they never simply allowed me to be.

Hail Hekate, black as Nyx
You who see all crimes
Done in the dark
Shine Your torchlight on the gruesome truth
Force those false adepts to look!

Hail Phosphoros, Hail Lucifera!
May Your heretic Light
Expose inconvenient facts
That burn down institutions 
And dynasties

Reveal the victims 
They hoped You would forget
Illuminate every lie 
Every scapegoat
Every dismembered and scattered limb
And reveal the wicked ones 
Who buried these corpses

Arise in wrath, Brimo!
There are evil-doers to drag to Tartarus
Roaring One, avenge the voiceless
Unleash the hounds
Let the hunters know what it means
To be Your prey

IO HEKATE!

The Dark Maiden Hekate

Just as I said earlier that Dhumavati is an unlikely matchmaker but actually is THE deity of Twin Flame ascension, there is another unlikely champion of Twin Flame Union.

It's Hekate.

Yes, Hekate whose ancient eyes gaze out from Her three/four beautiful Maiden faces (I've seen Her with four faces). Twin Flames burn in Her hands like Her twin torches. 

What is Her role? I can't put it into words, because these are Mysteries that you will learn on your own.  But this is why the Twin Flame relationship is NOT an ordinary, cheap karmic romance. It is not codependent "dating", it's not limerence, it's not the sickness of ordinary romantic relationships.

It's also not the polyamorous energy leak of many lineages of Sri Vidya and other imbalanced relationships in both classical Tantra and neo-Tantra.

Twin Flame Union is the ascension of human marriage and the brutal death of codependency. It is a branch on the tree of sacred sexuality, but it's completely different from the other branches.

The role that Hekate plays in bringing Twin Flames together is, likewise, different from all of Her other roles. It's recognizable, but different. And it is a Mystery that has to be directly experienced, because I have sat here and tried and tried and tried to type out an explanation, but it's impossible.

Does it have to do with the Underworld and its terrible trials? Yes.

Does it have to do with the liminal spaces of death, rebirth and timeline shifting? Yes.

Does it have to do with the story of Persephone and Hades? Yes.

Does it have to do with the evolution of the Divine Feminine? Yes.

Does it have to do with Womb magic? Yes.

Does it have to do with give-no-fucks spiritual sovereignty? Yes.

Does it have to do with abundance, Heaven on Earth, and soul ascension into the 5D? Yes.

Hekate in all Her roles - sky, earth, and sea - is deeply present on the Twin Flame journey. Her crossroads is where it ALL happens.

But all of these themes have the potential to be watered down into pop psychology and shallow witchcraft. And I have seen all of these themes distorted according to whatever paradigm the teacher or practitioner believed in.

One of the most important keys to progressing on the spiritual path is to apply the techniques to your life. How does the teaching, the practice, and the narrative affect your journey? What is the Goddess saying to you?

Hekate, like all primordial female powers, is not trapped in antiquity. She is living, breathing, blazing Feminine Power. She is here. She is present now, in human consciousness and on this planet as it evolves today.

In all paths people walk to the Dark Maiden, She is an initiatrix. Her role on the Twin Flame path is just as transformative and empowering. And since my Twin Flame journey is a Left Hand Path, very different from the false light candy-cane bubble of the "Twin Flame" collective, Hekate's chthonic power has been the love and medicine I have needed. I love Her. My Twin Flame loves Her through me.

Twin Flames are not native to Hekatean spirituality, although they are briefly mentioned in connection to Zeus. The myth of Zeus splitting apart Twin Flames has never been relevant to my Twin Flame path with Hekate, which is mostly oriented towards chthonic deities, the Underworld and Divine Feminine empowerment. 

Even Hekate's heavenly forms, such as Soteira or Ourania, do not lead me to an upper world flavored by Zeus/patriarchal spirituality.

At this point I'd say that Hekate and Twin Flames is just a different perspective and approach than Zeus and Twin Flames. Maybe there is some connection, but it has not (yet) become relevant to my journey.

The bottom line is, while there is no historical support that Twin Flames have anything to do with Hekate (just as there is no historical support for Her role in Wicca), it is my personal revelation that She initiates you onto the path of Twin Flame Union. That is one of Her roles today.

I also see Hekate as equivalent to the Ten Mahavidyas of the Shakta pantheon. She is fully equal in power, enlightenment and magic to any of the Mahavidyas. I have seen Her become, variously, Bala Tripura Sundari, Dhumavati, Bagalamukhi and Kali in my years of working with Her. 

Again, just because it's not accurate to Her role in antiquity, that doesn't mean it's not real.

You can know all the ancient texts by heart, live faithfully according to the dysfunctions of ancient Greek society, and build a new Strophalos every week...and still not get anywhere at all with Hekate.

You can be ignorant of most traditional magic and Hellenic spirituality, dedicate yourself fiercely with your whole heart to your sovereign body and the divinity expressed through your physiology, refusing to spiritually bypass, refusing to give your power away to anyone...and Hekate will COME GET YOU.

She is here for the warriors of the heart who need torchlight in the darkness, and She is here for Love. She has no patience at all for karmic relationships and codependency, but the Twin Flame path is quite literally Her path.

There are no matchmaker deities on the path of Twin Flame ascension. It doesn't work that way. While Hekate does sometimes behave like a "matchmaker", Her primary role - that I'm able to talk about publicly - is unfucking my mind and unfucking my Twin's mind.

There is so much deception and distortion out there about the path of Twin Flame ascension. This sacred work has been overrun by narcissists, cult leaders, tourists, and dabblers. Some, in a well-intentioned effort to reduce harm to the community and themselves, have ended up watering down the real path into something entirely different.

None of these roads lead to the real thing.

Much of our work on the Twin Flame path is really about unfucking our minds from toxic Twin Flame information and toxic spirituality in general. We don't know who we really are or how much our minds have been conditioned by societal, ancestral and multi-dimensional influences that are hostile to Love. Even worse, much of this egoic conditioning masquerades as liberal virtue, accepted social dynamics, and "conscious relating". 

Similar to how the original Woke movement was appropriated by a well-heeled liberal elite and insincere influencers, and turned into the Woke Grift. 

Ego dresses up in the language of psychology, logic and healing to lead you back into loops and traps that maintain the toxic status quo, and strangle Love before it can be born.

They don't want you to create your own reality. Literally, being on this spiritual detox journey has shown me with frightening depth how much I was living in their reality. A reality of lies, distortions and evil that I was repeatedly hypnotized into believing was "reality". It was not. At all. It was bullshit.

Don't give your power away to anyone. Learn to recognize the emotional signature of Love and follow it, no matter what pretty words are being used on the surface. That felt resonance of Love shows you where the Truth is and where an illusion is being dressed up in all the right words to lead you to ruin.

There is a reason why the widow goddess Dhumavati, not the love goddess Tripura Sundari, guides the path of Twin Flame ascension. And although Hekate and Aphrodite shared a temple complex on the island of Samothrace, both venerated as embodiments of Nature and the Divine Mother, it is Hekate who brings Twin Flames together. Not Aphrodite.

Why?

It's for you to find out. 

Medusa will speak out and heal.

Part of my life purpose has been to literally embody Medusa, so that humanity can take accountability and finally heal. It is part of my soul's mission to bring collective awareness to very specific abuses and dysfunctions, many of which are governed by Athena as well as by Medusa.

Which I am not ready to talk about yet.

There is a lot I haven't talked about publicly and it's not the right time to do so safely, but one of the reasons I'm still alive is that I have decided to speak out about the torture and abuse I have been put through. I have not done it yet, but I will. 

When it is in alignment to do so. When I'm ready to roar dragonfire from my unbound throat and teach them to hate the sound of my trauma. My truth will be a huge gift to humankind, even though many will hate it.

The beauty of the Scapegoat path is that when society's accepted lies are challenged, when society's defamatory delusions are split asunder, it always happens in some public way. The scapegoat was slandered publicly, and gets vindicated publicly. And in this public speaking out, I know my horror story will help other sacred scapegoats heal from the experiences in their lives. I know it will bring deep understanding and relief to those who have been shamed into silence.

I'm here to be a troublemaker. When I'm ready, my taboo truth will help the collective and especially those souls who have lived through a similar hell as I have, but were silenced. My truth will help them feel heard and understood instead of censored and gaslit. Through witnessing my messy process, may they find their sacred rage and their sacred voices.

May we burn everything down together.

Soul-Rape of the Imposter Copycat, Part II

I wasn't surprised by toxic female behavior from women in my family, because my family is dysfunctional.

What shocked me to my bones was seeing this behavior from "enlightened" adepts, from women who had apparently done the inner work and faced their shadow and seemingly handled their shit before coming into a state of unity consciousness. Even worse - from "enlightened" women who I looked up to.

I love empowered women. I want them as my sisters and role models. I have repeatedly chosen divine sisterhood over false connections with my Twin Flame over the years, especially when he was trying to put me in "competition" with another female. I said no to that. I worship the Divine Feminine.

The Divine Feminine isn't some sweet little mouse who looks up to her "provider" daddy-husband. She isn't a simpering little child-woman or a manipulative succubus pretending to be sexually empowered. She is humility and authenticity in service to Love. She is fiercely in love with her own body, yet completely liberated from the male gaze. 

There's a reason why I call myself Dhumavati's Daughter on this blog, and it's not just because She's my ancestress. On the surface, Dhumavati seems like an odd deity choice for a path of romantic enlightenment like Twin Flames. But in fact, Dhumavati is the ONLY Mahavidya who gets it. The ONLY Mahavidya who cannot be corrupted by false Twin Flame teachings, low vibrational sexual energetics, and the manipulative power games that false priestesses play. The Hag has no fucking time for that.

Dhumavati has supported my Twin Flame journey the right way. Dhumavati who has said to me, at various times:

- "Why do you want to get married to that stupid boy?"

- "Who cares about getting married?"

This is the same Dhumavati who supports my Twin Flame every time he tries to release himself from the mind control of patriarchy. 

So when I found other liberated priestesses who worship the Hag in Her many forms, who have apparently decentered men and claimed back their power, I was ecstatic. My people! My sisters!

And to an extent, that has held true. I have found sisters.

I also had to endure the shocking betrayal of one of these so-called adepts, a woman who claims to have healed the split between Eve and Lilith within herself, suddenly going after my Twin Flame. Subtly putting me down. Chasing after my Twin Flame like a desperate, jealous middle-schooler.

I was embarrassed for her, disgusted by her choice, and deeply shaken. If this copycat pattern could extend to a so-called enlightened woman who I had looked up to as a teacher and role model, was feminine empowerment even possible? 

Did she resent feminine empowerment in any woman other than herself? Her behavior changed the moment I began to grow in power and no longer needed her to "give" me my worth and value, which apparently changed our dynamic in a way she didn't like. Suddenly she went from supportive older sister to Regina George poisoning Aaron Samuels against Cady. What the fuck was causing this?

I should not have had to see this kind of behavior in women who taught me to free myself from the patriarchy. I wasn't surprised when my mother, my cousins or other unawakened women behaved like this, but from priestesses of the Goddess? From powerful women who worship the Hag, the Crone? From powerful witch-mystics who have had many of the same awakening experiences I've had? 

There is no reason why a priestess of the Divine Mother should deteriorate into a "pick me" groupie of the patriarchy. Yet that is exactly what I witnessed.

What is rotten in the heart of womanhood that this manifestation keeps coming up?

Right now, I don't have answers. I am sitting with the disillusionment, the uncertainty, and the sadness. I have found myself brought to this place repeatedly on the spiritual path, and every time the way forward is through those feelings. Disillusionment and uncertainty are medicine, in their own way.

I choose Twin Flame Union for us ALL. I have seen many women become jealous of my Twin Flame connection and fall into the delusion that they need to "steal" my Twin Flame from me. To which I want to say: you have your own Twin Flame and you deserve to be with him/her. 

I want you to be happy with your Twin Flame. I know that's what you really want for yourself in your heart. 

And I want ALL of my sisters to rise with me and get what they want. I know many of them became so disappointed in their own divine counterparts that they wrote them off completely, and then decided that they'd rather have my divine counterpart because they'd become so disillusioned with their own, and they were jealous that my Twin Flame still loves me.

But in behaving like this, they are making me disillusioned as well. How does this create Heaven on Earth for any of us?

I really want women to have their original dreams for themselves, not my dreams for myself. They get to have their blessings, they don't need my blessings. 

This has been hard. Apart from Dhumavati, another goddess I have relied on heavily through this process is Hekate. It is Hekate who walks me through these liminal spaces every time.

I just think people need to know that it's okay and important to talk about a False Sisterhood. This is such a painful and taboo topic, especially when the women's spiritual path is about enthusiastically cheering on your sisters. It's almost shameful to talk about a False Sisterhood. It brings up the urge to blame yourself and encourages others to instinctively blame you: well, are you a false sister?

We would never do this to a rape victim.

We would never do this to a woman escaping domestic violence.

As I said in my previous post, women are capable of energetically raping each other. It has happened to me in the past.

If false sisterhood is something you can't talk about without being victim-blamed, guess what? The False Sisterhood is a cult.

We need a safe space to talk about it. A #metoo movement for women who have been serially abused by other women. And we need to safeguard these conversations from men's rights activists, the red pill crowd, and anyone else who would use this as ammo for their misogyny.

In the name of the Divine Mother, I pray for us all. I pray that this rot in the heart of womanhood is revealed and purged without delay, for the highest good of all.

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