The strength of Fierceness

Her Primal Force isn’t reckless one. It’s the feminine fire that pumps through her blood, burns in her veins and reminds her, her untameable wildness and sacred rage, is something to be honoured, never diminished.

Her Void isn’t an empty one. She welcomes in all she experiences, all the shame and dismissed bits, into the dark embrace of chaos, and alchemizes her ache into ancestral wisdom, transmutes her stories into the purest of gold.

Her Eros isn’t a co-dependent one. She has merged the sexual with the sacred and has claimed her sexual power as her tantric birth-right. She seduces not by effort, but because the juices of her pleasure drip so naturally, only her gaze can make one forget his name.

Her Magick is not a glittery one. Her devotion pours through from the deepest longings of her soul and is her nourishment for life.
Her magic is an embodied transmission of her life’s path.

Her Body is not just a physical tool. It is the holy vessel that always communicates whispers of truth via her heart, her gut and her womb. It is the fine-tuned instrument through which she receives her sacred yes’s and her sacred no’s.

Her Darkness is not a negative one. Behold the darkness of her womb, the fertile black sand of the earth, the nightly moon, with her ability to live in constant death and rebirth, to come back to the truth of her cyclic nature.

This is the glorious power of the Dark Feminine
Where by slowing down, she remembers

This is the strength of Fierceness