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Divine Feminine and The Temple of Asherah

There are places where the veil between worlds is thin—a hush before the storm, the scent of rain on ancient stones, a pulse beneath the sand that remembers every footstep.
Such is the Temple of Asherah, eternal and yet always being reborn.

The Forgotten Queen

Asherah. Some call her the “Queen of Heaven,” others the lost Mother whose name was almost erased from every holy book. She was there before the ink dried, before gods went to war and stories were rewritten. In her temple, there was no shame in the feminine, no apology for power, hunger, or the full bloom of desire.

Men and women alike came to her sanctuaries—not with bowed heads and guilt, but with hearts hungry for healing, for truth, for the blessing of being seen. The pillars of her temple were carved not just with symbols, but with secrets—each one a promise, a memory, a whispered spell to call the lost and the longing back home.
4 months ago. Sunday, September 14, 2025 at 1:13 AM

🎶 I tell you, “I Love You” , but you won’t believe it’s true 🎶

 

DeBarge’s “Time Will Reveal”—lingers on the edge of every heart that’s ever been afraid to want too much.


We talk about surrender like it’s easy.

But the truth is, surrender is war. ⚔️


It’s armor against armor, both of us daring each other to drop the shield first.

 

We all come in carrying our own scars and stories, every connection struggling through its own storm of doubt, second-guessing, and the urge to run before we’re hurt again.


Yet there’s a moment—the choice—where you either bolt or you stay.


The choice to keep showing up even when it’s messy.

To be honest, even when it hurts.

To reach, even if you’re not sure you’ll be held.


🎶 “What can I do to make you feel secure? Remove all your doubts, so that you know for sure you’re the apple of my eye… Fulfillment of my dreams… Time will show the value of just what you mean to me.” 🎶





💬 You said, “I want to be the one. I want to make you feel, to be the reason.”


And you were honest—about the jealousy, the ache, the hope, the fear.

You offered something sacred: your truth.

 

So here’s mine—

 

What can I do to make you feel secure?

 

It’s not about grand gestures or flawless words, not about competing for attention or proving who wants it more.

It’s about presence. 🪞

About the willingness to keep showing up, especially on the days when it’s easier to disappear.

It’s about saying:

“I’m not going anywhere. If you need time, take it. If you need space, say it. But don’t ever think I’m pushing you away. I’m still right here, trying to pull you in.”

 

Because time is a truth serum. ⏳

If you want to know what someone’s heart is made of, watch how they love you when it’s not easy.

 

Watch how they stay—how they keep the door open, even when their own ghosts rattle the locks at night. 🚪

 

Sometimes the bravest thing we do is let ourselves be seen—not just the best parts, but the messy, complicated, fearful ones too.

That’s the only way trust grows—slowly, sometimes painfully, but always honestly. 

 

So, I’ll keep showing up.


I’ll answer when you need me.

I’ll wait when you need space.

I’ll be honest—always—even when it’s not easy. 

 

I will NOT be PERFECT 👌🏾 

 

If it takes time for you to believe it, take the time.

If you’re unsure, hold the door open a little longer.

 

If there’s more you need—ask.

 

If it hurts—say so.

 

But know this:


I’m not pushing you away. I’m pulling you closer.

 

Not with demands, not with impatience, but with the kind of patience that says:

I want you to step in when you’re ready—not a moment before, not a moment after.

Let’s let time do its work.

Let’s give ourselves the grace to discover what’s true—one moment, one conversation, one day at a time. 🌙

 

Time will reveal what’s worth having.

Time will reveal what’s real.

 

And until then, I’ll be here, flame in hand, 🕯️hoping you’re brave enough to meet me where I am—unguarded, unhurried, but always open. 

 


Maybe one day you’ll wake up and realize:

I never pushed you away.

I was always reaching for you.

And every doubt, every question, every sleepless night—

-Me


Time will reveal they were only stepping stones to something real. 🪨✨



So here’s my answer to DeBarge, to you, to myself:

I’ll keep showing up. I’ll keep telling the truth. I’ll let time reveal what we’re made of—together. 💞

 

🎶“It wouldn't mean a thing
If you didn't have my love
Beside you there to guide you through
Well, ain't it good to know you do”

 

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