Inner sacred union is not a static realization. It is a living relationship between two evolving energies within you. Your inner masculine and your inner feminine do not arrive fully formed. They grow, respond, resist, transform, awaken, and soften over time. They learn each other the same way two human partners do… through intimacy, conflict, revelation, forgiveness, and devotion.

Now, in this timeline of Ascension, another frequency is arising. She is Venus. Venus is not a role, not a throne, not a program, not an archetype that must be performed. She IS feminine essence, radiance, magnetism in its purest form. 

The Dark Feminine is not a villain to be conquered, nor a force to be transcended. She is the fertile black soil of creation, the amniotic void from which all life emerges and to which all form eventually returns.

The Wise Woman is the golden petal of the feminine flower. She is the one who has gathered, metabolized, and alchemized every stage of her journey into embodied knowing. No longer seeking to prove, please, or perform, she lives from the calm authority of her own soul essence, rooted in her body and radiant in her truth.

The Mother lives in the feminine field as both an ache and archetype. She is the one we run toward for comfort and away from for our freedom. She births us and then becomes usually the first face of the Divine we meet or the first wound we must eventually forgive and reconcile.

Divine Mother’s call echoes through the lineage of every woman who has ever served the sacred. The Priestess hears this ringing within her cells. She is the woman who lives a life in devotion, holiness and tuned to the sacred.

We begin with the Inner Teenager who is initially anchored to 3D energies yet eventually transitions into the 4D soul-based Maiden, a tender and tumultuous expression that carries both the ache of lost innocence and the seed of untamed aliveness.

Beloved Inner Masculine, I see you. I have always seen you. I know the weight you have carried through lifetimes…the armor you forged to guard her softness, the judgments you wielded to keep her “safe,” the sacrifices you made to provide what you thought she could not find on her own.

The heroine’s journey is not only a story I tell, but a story I have lived. Its descent and ascent have been carved into my own body, my heart, my soul through veils falling, crowns stripped away, the underworld gates opening. These are not just symbols, but moments that broke me open and remade me.

To speak of being free to be She, we must first acknowledge the places where She has not felt free at all. The feminine carries wounds as old as time itself. Wounds that live not only in our personal stories but in our ancestral lines, our soul histories, and the collective feminine field.

Celebrating another anniversary today...it was nine years ago that I officially changed my name on FB to "Jelelle Awen" and began going by it in my service and sharing offerings as well here.