Woman,
You who are reading this with a thousand lives behind your eyes.
You who have felt the ache of something ancient stirring inside your bones.
This is a summoning.
Your power was not lost.
It was burned.
It was branded.
It was banished.
But it never died.
It waits in the ashes, breathing.
For lifetimes, they severed your voice,
shamed your body,
silenced your knowing,
and twisted the sacred within you into something to fear.
They told you Woman was less than.
An afterthought. A rib. A mistake.
Made to obey. Made to serve. Made to suffer.
But you are not here to obey.
You are not here to shrink.
You are not here to be made palatable for a wounded world.
You’re here to Reclaim
Reclaim the Woman.
Not the idea of woman they gave you, fractured, pleasing, ornamental.
But the original woman: the fire breather, the truth teller, the Shakti incarnate.
You’re not a derivative of man.
You are the riverbed from which all life emerges.
The life force of Creation pulses through your hips.
You are the Great Portal through which God becomes form.
Reclaim the Priestess .
She who once stood at the altar, sovereign and holy,
with no need for permission, approval, or intercession.
She speaks with the stars.
She listens to the silence between all things.
She knows the Divine because she is of the Divine.
And though they exiled her temples and replaced them with shame,
she is rising again in the cathedral of your Soul.
Reclaim the Witch.
Not the fairytale villain they feared,
but the medicine woman they couldn’t control.
She walks barefoot on sacred Earth,
hears the song of every leaf, every root, every heartbeat.
She knows the cycles. The spells. The spirals.
She touches pain and transmutes it into healing.
She is the remembering of harmony.
She is your cellular memory of balance, restored.
Reclaim the Lover.
Not the object of another’s desire.
But the source of desire itself.
You are not meant to be shamed for your sensuality.
Your pleasure is holy. Your eroticism is divine.
To love yourself is to awaken every cell of your divinity.
To love another in fullness is to become the gateway to heaven.
The world is starving for your radiance.
Let it pour. Let it bloom. Let it BURN.
Reclaim the Temptress.
Not as a manipulator, but as a Holy initiator.
The one who, with a glance, calls the masculine to rise.
She does not seduce him into ruin.
She beckons him into presence.
Into purpose. Into depth.
She awakens his noble edge, his sacred arrow, his YES to life.
She is not distraction.
She is invitation.
Dear Mother ,Sister ,Daughter of the ancient flame,
You’ve never been too much or too wild.
You haven’t strayed for remembering the lives you once lived
in sacred circles, in moonlit temples, in groves and caves and sacred robes.
The reason you feel like something is missing, is because they taught you to burn these five powers out of your being.
But now, the embers stir.
Now, the flames return.
Woman ,Priestess . Witch. Lover. Temptress.
These aren’t archetypes to admire from a distance.
They are your missing organs.
Your forgotten limbs.
Your buried heartbeat.
The key to your wholeness
is in the Women they feared.
The key to your wholeness
is in the Women they buried.
The key to your wholeness
is in the Women they burned.
And She…You….is rising again.
Crowned in ash.
Wreathed in flame.
Unapologetically whole.
Welcome back.
Satyen Raja
