And just like that… I realized I’d become the woman people come to when they don’t know what they need—but they know it’s something.
This morning started like any other—until it didn’t.
One moment I was halfway committed to washing dishes, the next I was burning frankincense like a high priestess on a rooftop, trying to shake off what can only be described as a post-portal identity crisis. You know, the usual.
Because here’s the thing:
I’d spent the the last 24 hours transmuting what felt like every ounce of fear, generational grief, and unspoken panic tied to my mother’s upcoming surgery. And not just hers—somehow, I unlocked my Beloved’s surgery trauma too. (You know it’s serious when your spiritual bandwidth time-travels through other people’s medical charts.)
I was curled up in the grass, begging Mother to help me release what wasn’t mine to hold—when a dragonfly landed nearby. Just hovered. Stayed.
The witness.
Not to my chaos.
To my clearing.
Then there was the bath. The real kind. Salt, steam, surrender.
And somewhere between the tears and the towel, I had a vision.
Me.
As a healer.
Not pretending.
Not “maybe one day.”
But already being the one people come to.
when I was still just trying to carry a job.
And the scariest part?
It didn’t feel like imagination.
It felt like memory.
And while I was still half-floating between timelines and trying to process this next evolution of who I’m becoming…My mother crowned me with her trust.
And my father? Gave me the key to the house.
Did he know what he was doing? Probably not.
But my soul did.
Because the moment he handed it over, I felt it.
“You hold this house now.”
So here I am:
Salt-washed. Dragonfly-witnessed. Crowned. Keyed.
Still spinning from the spiritual high of realizing that I didn’t just step into this version of myself.
I was chosen for it.
And yeah, I still haven’t washed those dishes.
But I did whisper a prayer over a bottle of juice in the store aisle while detonating the heart vault around my Divine Masculine’s soul.
So I’d say I’ve done enough for today.
Maybe we don’t become the version of ourselves we imagined.
Maybe we become the version our lineage was praying for.
And just like that…
I became the one.
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