The Magdalene Priestess was a Badass Domme. This is either gonna light your womb on fiyah… or have you scrambling for the unsubscribe button.
This is either gonna light your womb on fiyah
or have you desperately scrambling for the unsubscribe button, sweat pearls drippin down your forehead.
Thats probably what most of my content does that’s written from this Frequency.
The Venusian Domme.
The untamed tone that shapes everything behind The House of Asherah (more on that soon).
So today, let’s fully honor the Great Lady herself—Magdalena—on her Feast Day.
See the thing is, the church didnt call her a prostitue, whore and rebel for nothing.
They called her that as this energy that she was holding was simply too much to handle for the organised patriarchal religion.
And here again, as in so many fairy tales that we’ve been told from when we were little, they split the Venusian and the Domme.
They made Mother Mary the holy halo woman of unconditional love.
And Magdalena the outcast, the fallen woman.
Because a woman who holds both the holy and the erotic?
Too dangerous.
And while the modern Priestess movement has done powerful work reclaiming Magdalene as the Venusian goddess, Womb Keeper, and Anointed one…
I want to speak to the part of her that’s still left out.
The one they still silence.
Her Badass Bitch.
The Domme.
The full-fire wealth priestess.
The one who funded Yeshua’s travels (alongside many of the women)— I spoke about this more in one of my podcast episodes, cant remember which one, welcome to listen to all of them and let me know 😉
She was alluring,erotic, enigmatic.
She knew how to crack the whip.
Command a room.
And do it all in service to Love.
Here is where its been so fucking twisted.
Even in spiritual circles today, when a woman embodies that energy—she’s called selfish, too much, shallow, or superficial, flinching at this frequency.
And when they do, they unknowingly strip her—and themselves—of power.
That’s why I have never fully resonated with many of the Magdalene Priestess Movements as they stand. Not knowing why – until this piece was unveiled to me.
Even though I have such deep love, devotion and connection to Magdalena herself (she is encoded in my birthname —Miriam.)
And yet even if an energy is suppressed, it still always makes itself secretly known—
You want a clue how this one has made itself known?
Color code.
Red.
Red was the first color ancient tantrikas were initiated into.
It symbolized primal life force, eros, blood, fertility, rage, danger, rebellion.
The color of the fiery womb, the wet pussy, the blood dripping between our thighs.
The color of don’t fuck with me… or do, and do it well 😏
It is the pulse of life.
Sacred. Sexual. Sovereign. Fierce.
Even the “Red Light District”—the forbidden realm of sex and money—is her shadow shrine.
So visible, yet yet bluntly hidden.
That is what she was.
So much more than the good girl priestess. But the whole damn mystery.
And that is how I choose to honor her—
Today and always.
If you feel this in your bones—
I have something for you.
But you gotta be a little bit more patient until the reveal.
More soon.
For now – Hallelujah Magdalena. She is ravishing in her primal eros for being fully back.
