The Cliff's Notes version is this: We are in a phase of massive transition as a species. This “falling apart” period has been prophesied for hundreds—even thousands—of years. We are transitioning from one phase to another, and the transition is marked by the rise of Sophia: the Divine Feminine.
And here's the thing. My business—so far—attracts women. And not just any women: women who are offering their unique and sacred gifts to heal the world. I am not opposed to working with men, but so far, who has shown up—again and again? Two groups: Women around their 40s, and women around their 70s. The mothers and the grandmothers. And also: the daughters and the mothers.
This work is not a “job” to me. It feels much closer to a calling, a vocation. When I was at my sickest, I sat on a wooden bridge among the cattails at Duck Run Natural Cemetery. I pleaded to know what to do, what was supposed to be the meaning of this. I kept getting some variation of minister. Ministry. Which made me laugh, just a little. I was not raised in a religious family.
But ministry comes in many forms. And Sophia has many ways of breaking through.
Owning your gifts is challenging. Showing up with them? Super uncomfortable. Making noise about them, and going public about your value? Oof.
But if you're in, if you're called (and we all really, really need you to be): I am so here for it.
Sophia's burning the place down in preparation for what's coming. It's time to get quiet, listen within, and follow her lead.
