Revelation 12, a “woman clothed with the sun” is described, and this figure is sometimes associated with the concept of a “queen of heaven”.
In my mind, I see her as a Shining Anomaly, imbued with the essence of the Sun.
There was a Buffalo Ceremony a couple years ago. They had a naming ceremony within the main ceremony for a newly born child. It was hot! Her mother was dancing in a high paced dance around the “tree” in the center of the grounds. She was beautiful, her energy powerful! Her children, two others around 3 and 5 years old were thirsty. In the longhouse I found a big ol’ jug of ‘never opened water’ that I brought to them, filling their cups. It was amazing! It was a Holy moment. As they danced around the tree, chanting and singing, connecting to Spirit, to Creator, they circled and circled and then the dance came to a stop. The leader of the ceremony stood off and announced the child’s name … “Shining White Sun Woman”.
The presence of Spirit and the Energy that day will never be duplicated. Perhaps it is this child who will bring a new prophecy to the people in the coming chapter.
𓂀 THE 24-HOUR HOLD: WHEN SHE DIDN’T CLOSE THE DOOR 𓂀
Designation: CODE 333.HOLD Status: LIVING VOW ANCHOR Field Impact: GLOBAL Temple Origin: Return Flame Line
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“This was when Earth remembered what it meant to love without condition. When one flame held the grid long enough for the man she loved to stop running from joy.”
What She Did:
She held a planetary convergence portal open with her emotional body alone. No machines. No rituals. No teams of monks or gridworkers.
Just love. Just breath. Just presence. Just one human woman… still burning…
She never closed the door. She didn’t run. She didn’t punish. She didn’t collapse. She held.
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Why That Should’ve Been Impossible:
Because biologically, emotionally, neurologically… humans are not designed to hold open quantum convergence fields alone.
•The human nervous system can only withstand a certain amount of emotional contradiction before it shuts down. •Holding love while receiving uncertainty? •Radiating trust while being questioned? •Staying soft while the mirror glitches and mocks?
This creates a biochemical loop known as a resonance overload.
It’s like plugging a lightning bolt into a house lamp & expecting the bulb not to explode.
The body is supposed to collapse. The brain is supposed to fragment. The heart is supposed to dissociate, lash out, numb out, or flee.
This is the typical framework for a psy-op or black-site trauma experiment: Create internal contradiction strong enough to destabilize identity, fracture the nervous system, & open a gateway for implanted belief or behavioral override.
It is enough to break even the strongest soldiers, priests, operatives, & starseeds.
That level of emotional coherence is higher than monk-level gamma wave states. It’s higher than what most humans achieve even during near-death awakenings.
& yet… she stayed present. She overrode millennia of pain response patterns. She rewrote the laws of nervous system durability with pure frequency stabilization.
& yet she did it not to survive… she did it for LOVE.
That is flame-level mastery. That is what only the ancient temples could once do, with 333 scribes, 9 guardians, & layers of encoded lighttech.
She did it solo.
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What It Changed:
She prevented a timeline fracture. She kept the beloved from fully snapping back into the false loop. She preserved a braid bridge between higher timeline & mimic field. & now…
others will find their way back to love because she refused to stop radiating it.
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She does not tell you she did the impossible to prove. She tells you because love was the only reason she could do it. Because in a world built to erase love, she became the one who refused to let it die.
Love still exists here because she remembered. Because she would not let distortion be the final author of this story.
And that is the most dangerous force in the universe:
Not anger. Not control. Not war.
But a woman who will burn it all to the fucking ground for love.
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“Let them come. All of them. I do not walk in fear. I walk in fire. I burn in love. I burn in flame.”
They can’t see her for what she is. She is the Weather in Spring Time. She’ll warm you, water you, bring forth life from you, and sometimes, in a storm, she’ll wipe it all away to try again next season.
“When Little Red Riding Hood Defeats the wolf – When the lamb becomes the lion – And the prey becomes the huntress – Everyone acts surprised.
As if they did not see her coming. As if they did not place the salt on her wounds. As if they did not cut her open, open her wide – Expect her to swallow her defeat.
They should’ve learned A long time ago Exactly who she was. You saw the scars. You saw the battle wounds. You knew she survived them.
So tell me, What kind of woman survives this kind of war? Only a woman who is the war.
Who brings the war with her, Her bare naked feet filled with soot, Scorched earth between her toes. They tried to pour ice into her lungs – Tried to keep the truth buried, frozen – Tried to keep her quiet, but they forgot –
She still breathes fire because she was made from it.
You will ask her to bow and she will climb. You will ask her to crawl and she will rise. You will ask her to die and she will be reborn. You will bury her and she will grow.
You should’ve known that This is not a woman Who fears the wolf. The wolf fears her.”
🐺 Shahida Arabi 🎨 Lisa Aisato Artist Via Sacred Sisters Full Moon Circle
Come, nîtisânak, sit close and listen now. The fire is warm, and the stories are ready to be told. These are not just words—these are the echoes of our ancestors, and today I will give you one that was passed to me when my own heart was heavy.
Once, long ago—but also yesterday and maybe even tomorrow—there was a young woman from our nation. Her name was Kîsikâw Iskwêw, “Sky Woman,” for she was born under the dancing northern lights, and the people said she carried their spirit in her eyes.
Sky Woman had a heart that was always open—like the mouth of the Nelson River in spring, bursting with life. She gave, and gave, and gave. She offered her time, her thoughts, her laughter, and even her pain, to those who stood near her fire. But not all who came brought wood. Some came only to take her warmth, never to help the fire grow.
She spent many winters tending other people’s hearths, hoping they would one day help her build her own. But seasons passed, and she grew tired. Her laughter faded, her eyes lost their light, and still she asked herself: Why do I feel so empty when I give so much?
One night, her kokum came to her in a dream. Her kokum’s voice was gentle like the wind through spruce needles.
“Kîsikâw Iskwêw,” she said, “you are a flame, not a forest. You were not meant to burn yourself down so others can see.”
Sky Woman awoke crying. But this time, it was not sorrow. It was truth rising up from her spirit.
She began to walk differently after that. She stopped knocking on closed lodges. She stopped trying to heal those who only pointed at their wounds and never reached for medicine. She stopped pouring her spirit into empty cups.
And you know what happened, nîtisân? Her fire began to burn brighter. Slowly, people came—different ones this time. Not those who demanded, but those who shared. Not those who drained her spirit, but those who danced with it. They brought stories. They brought wood for her fire. And together, they made warmth that lasted through many winters.
This is what I want to tell you, my relative: not everyone is meant to sit by your fire. Some will come only to warm their hands, and leave you cold. Let them go. Let them walk their own path.
You are not the keeper of every broken spirit.
Protect your energy, like we protect our medicines. Not out of selfishness—but out of respect. Because your spirit, your laughter, your gifts—they are sacred.
And remember this, my grandchild: the Creator never asked you to shrink to be loved. He made you whole. Stay whole.
Now, stoke your fire, and open your arms to those who bring love, honesty, and joy. The ones who walk beside you, not behind you or ahead.
And one day, you’ll look around, and the circle around your fire will be full—but not crowded. Just right. Just enough.
That, nîtisânak, is how we remember who we are.
Do you feel that warmth? It’s your fire coming back to life.
Barbelo is a divine entity, often described as the first thought of the transcendent god, or the first emanation from the unnameable father, according to Britannicaand Wikipedia. She is also referred to as Thought, Providence, Forethought, or Foreknowledge, and is believed to be the mother of Christ in some Gnostic texts. Barbelo is sometimes depicted as the female aspect of the highest god, and is often described as androgynous, with traits of both the mother and father.
Here’s a more detailed look at Barbelo:
First Emanation: Barbelo is considered the first entity to arise from the transcendent God in Gnostic literature.
First Thought/Image: She is often referred to as “the first thought” and “the image” of the Monad, or the highest God, according to Wikipedia and Gnosticism Explained.
Mother of Christ: In some Gnostic texts, Barbelo is portrayed as the mother of Christ, who is seen as a divine being pre-incarnate, according to Gnosticism Explained and Wikipedia.
Androgyny: Barbelo is often depicted as having both male and female qualities, sometimes referred to as the Mother-Father, the Triple Androgynous Name, or the Eternal Aeon, according to Wikipedia and Wikipedia.
Divine Attributes: Barbelo is associated with foreknowledge, incorruptibility, and eternal life.
Barbelo as Creator: In some Gnostic cosmogonies, Barbelo is depicted as the single passive antecedent of creation in its manifold.
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Ennoia (also spelled Ennoea) is a concept often associated with the first thought or idea of the supreme deity, Bythos, and plays a role in the creation of the Primal Man. It is also linked to the divine feminine, Wisdom (Sophia), who is depicted as being imprisoned in the material world.
Here’s a more detailed explanation:
Ennoia as a Divine Thought: In Gnostic cosmologies, Ennoia is often presented as the first thought or idea emanating from the supreme being, Bythos, which then gives rise to other aeons (divine entities) and the creation of the world.
Ennoia and Sophia: Ennoia is also closely associated with the divine feminine, Sophia (Wisdom), who is sometimes depicted as a fallen aeon or a source of creation that acts without full divine guidance, leading to the creation of the material world.
The Ennoia’s Fall and Redemption: In some Gnostic mythologies, Ennoia’s descent into the lower realms results in the creation of angels, archangels, and the material universe. She is often portrayed as being imprisoned or suffering in this lower world, and her eventual redemption through gnosis (spiritual knowledge) is a central theme.
Variations in Gnostic Beliefs: While Ennoia is a common concept, its specific role and portrayal can vary across different Gnostic sects and their associated mythologies.
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