The Priestess Pause: Where Stillness Meets the Sacred
This is a moment of reverence and remembrance
Am I the only one during greater and greater accelerated awakening, and layers of uncovering, who noticed that suddenly, things slowed down or stopped?
Even with the world moving at unprecedented speeds, I feel like I am standing in the eye of the storm. It’s still here. Calm, quiet.
It doesn’t mean I deny the pain and suffering of others facing extreme loss in the world. But I observe, I feel, and I alchemize.
It’s this space of stillness where I find and realize my power.
It’s as if the Universe stopped sending me opportunities to waste my energy. Like it’s asking me to pause. Breathe. Integrate.
I stripped everything down and felt like I was back at square one. Staring at my inner child, asking her: “Well, what’s next now?”
And she looked at me and said: “We rebuild upon truth.”
And for a moment, I thought I was in a void. It was uncomfortable. Everything I had been pretending to be up until that moment, suddenly gone. I felt stripped bare… But excited!
A Remembrance, Not a Step Backward
Can we shatter the modern myth that stillness equals stagnation? The Sacred Pause does not mean we’re falling behind. Rather, it’s the soul recalibrating.
We must stop equating our value to how much we can ‘produce’.
The unspoken ceremony between one breath and the next. A threshold.
A remembering.
To pause is to refuse the urgency of a world addicted to speed. To pause is to whisper back to your nervous system: You are safe now. To pause is to return to your body’s truth and reclaim sovereignty over your energy, decisions, and direction.
The pause is not empty. It is sacred. It is full of medicine. It is your access point to clarity, to regulation, to the wild voice of your inner knowing.
This is where you can be of the greatest service to humanity.
I am currently in the midst of a sacred pause. And something ancient is stirring.
I feel the veil of denial lifting. Years of disowning my gifts, my voice, my medicine—beginning to fall away.
For too long, I played small in the name of being palatable. But now? I feel a magnetic pull toward the woman I was always meant to become. The Oracle. The Priestess. The embodied truth-teller.
There is curiosity here. There is a call to shed. A call to speak. A call to be undeniably seen.
So if you notice my tone shifting… It’s because I’m done whispering. I am stepping into remembrance. And as I rise, I invite you to rise with me.
My hope is that as you witness my becoming, you remember your own sacred power, too.
I hope you remember the alchemical, untamed essence that has always lived inside your body.