The soul does not arrive through force. It emerges the moment control is no longer needed.

~ Adam

There are moments when I can feel the subtle machinery of my mind attempting to manage the experience. Measuring. Anticipating. Adjusting. Holding. Even in pleasure. Even in connection. Even in practices designed for liberation, there can be a hidden conductor trying to orchestrate the perfect unfolding.

And then… something softens.

Not because I achieved the right state.

Not because I mastered surrender.

Because the effort itself became too heavy to carry.

I stopped trying to direct my body and began listening to it.

The warmth spreading through my chest.
The trembling current beneath my skin.
The radiation of sensation moving without destination.
The vibration that needed no interpretation, no performance, no meaning assigned by the mind.

In full safety within myself, I discovered nothing was wrong. Nothing needed correction. Nothing needed enhancement.

My body already knew.

My spirit already knew.

The moment I relinquished interference, something ancient and innocent stepped forward. Not the voice of unmet needs. Not the restless negotiation of wounds, desires, protection strategies, or inherited programming.

Something quieter.

Something unmistakably alive.

My own unique Love and light began to move through me without permission slips from the mind.

It did not feel like becoming someone new.

It felt like becoming unobstructed.

There is a profound difference between expression that originates from pain and expression that originates from essence. One seeks resolution. One seeks validation. One seeks safety outside itself.

The other simply radiates.

When I fully surrender into body, sensation transforms from something I am observing into something I am inside of. I am no longer watching warmth — I am warmth. No longer tracking energy — I am moving as energy. No longer attempting presence — I am dissolved into the immediacy of now.

And from this place, sharing becomes startlingly pure.

Raw.

Innocent.

Unmanufactured.

The masks loosen their grip. The conditioned identities no longer need center stage. The carefully rehearsed versions of self, built for survival, admiration, belonging, protection… begin to fade into the background.

What remains is not emptiness.

What remains is Love.

Not romance.

Not sentiment.

Not the comfortable version of love the ego hopes will affirm its preferred identity.

I mean Love with a capital L.

The original intelligence.

The primal force that animates, strips away, reveals, creates.

The Love that does not negotiate with illusion.

The Love that asks for my full participation.

The Love that invites me to stand naked before my own shadows and my own brilliance without choosing one over the other.

This Love is not interested in performative spirituality or curated awakenings.

It asks for honesty so complete that fraudulent identities cannot survive in its presence.

And strangely… beautifully… when everything false is finally relinquished, I do not discover a void waiting underneath.

I discover tenderness.

I discover truth.

I discover that the deepest expression of my soul was never trying to dominate the dance.

It was simply waiting for me to stop interrupting it.

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☥* Blood Rites *☥

HER daughter walked
toward the Red Tent
to learn the wisdom of women.

She had just started her first MOON.

Blood dripped into her undergarments,
caught by a piece of fabric her mother stitched together for her.

She had no idea what this blood meant,
except that coming to Tent meant something special…

SHE was greeted at the door, and an elder marked her third eye.

“WELCOME MY DAUGHTER! 🌙
The time has come for you to learn the power that lives in your belly.
YOU are connected to the moon & to the stars.
You are the Earth and linked to every woman in this circle.”

Around the girl are women in all phases of life.
Maidens, Mothers, and Crones.

Women about to have sex for the first time.
Women ready to conceive their first child.
Mothers with many children.
Elders who no longer bleed, and who are ready to share their wisdom.
~~~~

The ☥* Blood Rites * ☥ mark the phases of woman’s life journey.
When women go through Rites of Passage it is often associated with the Blood.

Menarche, First SEX, and Giving Birth–→
for example, all involve the shedding of some blood.

In conscious cultures, these are times of celebration~
Though! They are also times of great change.

In order to move from child to adolescence with menarche,
or to move from maiden to mother when we give birth,
Aspects of the old self dies, so SHE may transform into something new.

~~~~ 🌙
Today, in the Red Tent, the girl will be initiated into her adolescence. She must understand that in order to become a woman,
she has to give up the naivety of being a child…

The elders in the tent wrap her wrists with a red thread,
and explain to her that her moon time is more than just blood!

Within her, lives the stories of her ancestors and her potential for future children.
Her womb is linked to every woman’s womb.
Her experiences mirror all women’s experiences.
And each woman is living out an archetypal myth.

Now that she has had her menstruation, she will learn that her work in the world is both in the seen, and the unseen.

Because with each moon time she will feel the collective pain,
and she will be asked shed that which does not serve her.

This happens within herself, in her own darkness, moving it into the light.

She holds a GREAT POWER! And a responsibility to respect her body as a temple space.

🌙
The women adorn the girl with Henna and jewels depicting symbols of spiritual potency.

Henna and tattoo have been used by tribal cultures to celebrate our Blood Rites for a very long time ~
whether it be Menarche, or loosing one’s virginity (which has often been linked with marriage), or giving Birth.

Henna is painted on women to infuse them with “the mark of GOD.” This protects them from spirits during vulnerable life shifts, and it reminds her that she is sacred.

~~~ ☥
The women CHEER as they celebrate this girl, who is now a WOMAN!

She will be invited to the Red Tent every New Moon.

A time when women go inward and celebrate themselves.
A time when we link our moon blood to the darkness in the sky, and also to each other.

Together in circle, we will share stories of each other’s
First Blood, First Sex, Marriage, and Births.
We will celebrate women in menopause as they step into Elder.

We will learn the Women’s Mysteries and “the Things We Don’t Talk About.”

Together, we will disconnect from a patriarchal society,
and remember that WE ARE THE GODDESS.

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SHE:
To know the stars of course!

At one time, we were all ONE light.

Then~ a BIG BANG happened–
and that light scattered into many pieces and parts.

When humans make love, they find pieces of their star again.

Through relationship humans feel closer to source.

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I often wonder how a woman married to herself-
can be married to another.

Daughter’s of Diana are married to nature.

We are the wild ones, wholy independent…
and interdependent with the community.

We are women for women….not to tear our men down.
But to show everyone that patriarchy harms all of us.
We are in the endless pursuit of equality and harmony between men and women.

~~~ 🌙
But, as I write this, I recognize that Daughters of Diana have been angry for a long time.

There has been too much suppression over the years.

We tend to distrust men,
who in the past have harmed us & made us into tools.

So,
How do i honor this anger-
And turn to my husband with my full commitment?

~~~
Before I met my husband –
I never thought a man “could” marry Diana.

She is the mother of the Amazons & the Witches.

She has inspired all women to come together, to remember their power within.

With that,
We know marriage isn’t outside of ourselves.
Because we are whole within ourselves.

….
But my husband said to me yesterday,

“I love you Artemis.”

My Diana~
“I am in service to your mission.
I want men and women to be equal”
“I want us to be king and queen, side by side.”

….
He said this to me,
after I cut my hair so short, I may have well buzzed my head.

He was looking straight at a daughter of the dark goddess~
The “She” within me, that is devoted to liberating us from the ideals that imprison us all.

~~~
And I felt seen.

Maybe~
Husbands DO want us to be in our power.

Maybe~
Marriage isn’t a sharing of parts,
But instead two whole people building something bigger together.

Maybe~
they can help us find our self-sovereignty.

&
Maybe~
When men open their hearts and stand in their truth-

They help us to surrender into our collective mission~

to empower both MEN and WOMEN.
Then we can teach the children.

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The naming ceremony is important,
because it psychologically prepares us for marriage * as a rite of passage.*
A portal of transformation.

Click here to see photos from our ceremony at the Goddes Temple of Ashland.

Every aspect of our ceremony was … a NEW way.
And we crafted our Marriage Rites to reflect the divine feminine rising.

I love you. I choose you. Adam FaeTerra

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“Before the shift to the one GOD~ there was the Goddess.

The Whole & Holy Wombman.

She is the Sacred Whore~
in service to the “whole” that connects us.
And the Guardian of the “hole” between the worlds.

It was when woman was told that she was PART of a whole…

Just as I was told to lie beneath Adam.

And Eve was created from Adam’s rib…

that women lost their ability to open their wombs.

….

In truth, no man completes a woman.
Nor can a woman complete a man.
We are each whole.

And our desire to explore and experience pleasure is truly our birth rite.

But if we believe we are parts, we will begin to control each other.

& when a man controls sex, he controls birth ~

Then the web of birth and death goes out of balance.

….

Today, too many women go to the hospitals because they have given their wombs away.

Though, they never learned that their wombs are their own in the first place…

To change this-

Women must learn to dance with the sexual energy currents that run through their bodies~

They must connect with the spirit children living in the stars with a complete trust of the web of LIFE and DEATH….

Birth is the portal between the worlds after all.

Women must own their own bodies.
Until then, women will continue to give their bodies away…

just as their mothers have done…

and their mothers…

all the way back to the “original sin.”

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In deep gratitude I ask Lilith another question.

“Why is childbirth painful?”

Lilith Responds:

“When Eve ate the apple from the tree of knowledge,
God punished women to have painful child births.

We are told in the Bible-
that when we challenge “GODs” authority, we will have consequences.

But remember that all myth is metaphor….
& this is a riddle that has a deeper meaning.

…

In the shift of ages we moved into an era built on controlling each other.

However!
When a woman remembers that she is whole,
aka- when she eats from the Tree of knowledge-

She reclaims her body.
she is able to undulate her hips in a way that allows her life force to pass through.

She no longer feels shame for her nudity, or her blood, or her wild primal aspects….

She knows she is free to do with her body what she pleases.

For that woman, childbirth can still be uncomfortable but it should not cause the immense pain we see today.

…

But please know sister!

A lot has happened since original sin.

Every woman’s womb holds the lineage, trauma and karma of her ancestors.

All the way back to Eve.

There is a lot to unravel!
& the new children born~
will be born the way they need to be, in order to keep unraveling this matrix.

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW. Trust the web.”

~~~~~~~~~

Thank you Lilith <3
~ In Her Service 😉

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She held his hand and gazed into his eyes.

She felt an unexplainable love, an infinite love, a passion for herself, that others have not understood.

….

She held death’s heart, and claimed him as her “twin flame.”

“I marry you, because you are the gateway to my ecstasy. You are the truth.

You are the power. You are the removal of all obstacles.

In you I see my own transformation.

With you, I will always be free.”

….

Death reminded her that the end is just the beginning.

Anyone who has ever hurt her, or will ever hurt her, is simply inflicting pain to catapult her transformation.

It was Jesus’ best friend who sent him to be crucified.

It is our parents and our romantic partners who rip us to shreds.

In loving the death process, the pain is a celebration.

In loving death itself, there is reason for true love to end.

Light cannot be bright, without the darkness.

And the darkness is incredibly misunderstood.

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“Mountains move
And Rivers part

To make way for this Woman
who speaks from her Heart”

Some of us 
come into this world
without a filter.

We are Born

Blown

Open.

And although the world never gave us a reason
to feel safe to be ourselves,

we unapologetically express ourselves.

Like an angel walking amongst humans.
Or a mermaid finding herself on land.

We,
the authentic ones,

Stir those who are sleeping.

We wake the dead.

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Dear Dad, Mom’s been struggling since you’ve been gone.The Kingdom has lost its leader. And I’m without a father.

While you’ve been meditating under a Bodhi Tree, War has struck the nation.

Mom has become both my mother and my father. She has lost her support system and she is in a depression.

ॐI know that you inspire many people with your spiritual beliefs. But honestly, all you’ve taught me is that I can escape my responsibilities, while corruption still exists.

In the name of “Enlightenment” Men are not protecting their families. Men are choosing celibacy rather than taking wives. They escape into the cosmic void, rather than work to make governmental systems better.

Mom became our Queen. But I’m watching her struggle. Our culture doesn’t support female leadership.

She can no longer provide me the emotional nurturance I need.

These are dire times. And you are absent for all of it, sitting under a tree. Calling it “NOW.”

ॐ I want to let you know that when I am King, I will rule strong.

I will not abandon my wife and my son and call it “ENLIGHTENED.”

When I am king, I will inspire men to LEAD from their hearts. And to be grounded in their power. Because it is this strength that will change the word.

Dad, thanks for showing me~ that I want to live in the world, not escape from it. I believe in our active participation.

Thank you for the lessons. Blessings, Prince Rahula (Buddha’s Son)

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