Tag: women
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The Path Without a Map
Today, I am talking about my journey of Sovereign Spirituality… There is a stirring beneath the surface of our noisy world—one not marked by dogma or doctrine, but by a return to something both deeply ancient and radically personal. I call this path Sovereign Spirituality (secular spirituality), and though it may sound like a contradiction, it…
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The Sacred in All Things
A Return to Wholeness—Every single place on Earth is sacred. Every single body on Earth is sacred. These are not just poetic ideals or abstract spiritual sayings. They are living truths — deep, resonant chords that echo through every stone, stream, heartbeat, and breeze. And yet, as modern humans moving through a world obsessed with…
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Rise Of The Magdala
I speak of the Magdalene as one who carries her light in my bones—ancient and luminous, fierce and tender. She is not just a woman from scripture, not merely Mary of Magdala, but a sacred code etched into the soul of humanity. Magdala—“the Tower”—yes, I feel that. She is the Tower that remembers, the one who…
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Remembering Mother Nature and the Sovereignty of Our Wellbeing
Did you know that it’s as quick as one generation for the wisdom gathered from the Earth to be forgotten? But thankfully, it is also as quick as one generation, or just a few, to remember.To return. To rebuild—To reawaken the incredible voice of nature and ground ourselves again in our humanness. At the centre…
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The Heart is the Gateway
Hello wondrous Souls. Today I am talking about the heart and it’s luminosity. I have come to understand that my heart is not just the centre of my body—it is the gateway to the entire universe. And so is yours. It’s easy to forget this, especially in a world that praises logic over feeling, speed…
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Voice Of The Christos Sophia
I am the Breath before the Word, the Flame before the Form. I am the Silence that sang the stars into being, and the Sound that shaped the bones of Earth. You have known me in dreams, in the aching beauty of birth and death, in the eyes of the broken, and in the hands…
ELIZABETH ELLAMES 