🔥 RETURN TO GOD: A Sacred Roar of Sovereignty

There comes a time in every soul’s journey when the voices outside grow too loud, when the noise of expectation, authority, and opinion threatens to drown out the still, small voice within.

I know this intimately. I am a living example of a human who was led astray when I listened to others. Not out of rebellion, but because I longed to belong. I quieted my truth for the comfort of those around me. I followed systems, ceremonies, and “solutions” that promised healing but only pulled me further from myself.

But it was in the silence, beneath the noise, beyond the middlemen, that I found God. Not a doctrine. Not a product. Not a personality with a platform. God. And in that meeting, I remembered my wholeness. I remembered I was never broken. I remembered my worth was not something to be earned, but something already woven into my being.

In a dream, I stood in a dark house where souls had been trapped through seduction and illusion. The only way out was not through the body, but through the mind and spirit. I chanted light into the dark. I protected the children. I did not run. I did not fight.

When I came face to face with the shadow, twisted, sorrowful, long-forgotten, I didn’t cast it out. I wrapped my arms around it. I wept. I said, “You are still worthy of love.” And in that moment, it transformed. Because that is what true exorcism is: not banishment, but remembrance.

We don’t fight evil. We don’t battle darkness. We remind every distorted frequency that it was once light, and still is. We hug the forgotten, the feared, and the forsaken with the arms of compassion and tears of truth. This is not weakness. This is Christed power.

I still feel rage, but not to harm. To awaken. To roar into the world the remembrance that every soul is sovereign, every body is sacred, and every path back to Source is valid when led by love.

I want to teach every child to listen to their inner voice. To hear the voice of God louder than the voice of man. To honor their body as the temple of light it is, so they can restore heaven on earth through embodiment.

I am teaching my daughter this not by forcing her to adopt my beliefs, but by strengthening her inner voice and allowing her to find her own way, through what feels true in her body, mind, and spirit. My role as her mother is not to shape her, but to steward and protect her God-given free agency. I let her choose what she learns, follow her natural pace, and lead from within.

I want her to become a woman who leads herself from the world within, not from the world around her. Her father and I walk in unity to cultivate a field of peace and protection around her through our own harmony and embodiment. We also hold healthy parental boundaries and spiritual parameters, not to control, but to preserve her purity and safeguard her joy.

We create a life where childhood is sacred, where joy is medicine, and where her heart is free to remain open, without the noise of fear or distortion clouding her view of what is good and true.

And let me be clear:

I can’t stand being told what to do, how to live, what I should fear, or how I place myself in danger. Because your fear is not something I subscribe to, not in my body, not in my life, not ever.

When someone tries to warn me against myself, I often do the opposite. Not out of defiance, but as an act of deep spiritual clarity, a declaration that I trust the voice of God within me more than the projections of those around me.

I am not here to soothe your anxiety.

I am not here to live inside your limitations.

I am not here to be tamed.

I am here to be free.

To live by light.

To lead by listening inward.

And yes, I am out of control by societal standards.

Because those standards were never meant to honor me, they were designed to benefit from individual inability to lead yourself.

They thrive on your fear of your own fire 🔥

and your discomfort with those of us who mirror and reflect where you have abandoned yourself.

Many love to tell you how to steward your own garden when they don’t even have one of their own.

They point to your weeds and try to manage your water,

when they have never tilled soil or harvested truth through their own labor.

Even those who have gardens of true abundance and sovereignty do not judge the gardens of others.

They are too devoted to their own cultivation of peace and prosperity.

Let this mirror not be a tool to prove others wrong, but a sacred invitation,

to strengthen your discernment,

to sharpen your focus,

and to keep planting your own Garden of Eden through the way you live.

The best advice I’ve ever received did not come through words. It came through presence. Through a life lived in alignment. Through someone who didn’t preach, but simply became the proof.

Don’t talk about it. Be about it. Through your being, I am given the gift of free agency, to discern what resonates and what does not.

This is the New Earth curriculum. Not built on visibility, likes, money, or titles, but on soul alignment and embodied truth.

People can curate a perfect social presence while secretly fighting for their life behind the scenes. So let’s stop performing. Let’s start being real, through presence, not projection.

Because wisdom isn’t loud. It doesn’t perform. It lives.

This is my prayer, my mission, my vow:

That no child forgets their direct line to God.

That no woman dims her fire to soothe another’s fear.

That no soul sells their sovereignty in exchange for false salvation.

Cut out the middle man.

Go to God.

You are already whole.

You already hold the medicine.

You already are the temple.

Let them call you wild.

Let them call you too much.

Let them not understand.

You were not made to fit into their cages.

You were born to remind them they can fly.

Heaven is not waiting.

It is here, within you.

And your full, free, embodied self is the proof.

You stop fear them flame of remembrance when you remember it too is yOu.

🎶 Post-Scroll Activation

If your spirit is stirred, let this song walk you deeper into your own knowing:

“I Believe” – Wilkinson ft. Sharleen

Because belief isn’t borrowed. It’s remembered.

And I believe in you.

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If this message stirred something in you,

if it mirrored your own journey back to truth,

if it helped you remember what cannot be sold,

and you feel called to give in return,

You are welcome to offer a love donation in honor of the sacred flame.

This is not a transaction.

It’s an energetic exchange.

A way of saying:

“I see you. I feel this. I honor this.”

Your support tends the fire.

It keeps the hearth warm for others finding their way home.

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Thank you for walking this path with me.

In love, truth, and remembrance, always.

Chasity 🪽