The Empress, the Forbidden Fruit; the Final Flush: A Spiritual Timeline of Release
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There are some moments that don’t just happen — they’re orchestrated by Spirit. And when you really pause to trace the symbols, the signs, the whispers?
You realize you were never alone — not for a second.
This is the story of my colonoscopy, Saturn Retrograde, a healing womb, and the Empress that rose from it all.
🕯️ June 20: The Ritual That Stopped the Bleeding
Let’s go back — way back — to the Summer Solstice. Ricki led a ritual that night. I had been bleeding for a full month — spiritually, emotionally, and physically raw. And just like that, on the night we honored the light, the bleeding stopped.
Not just coincidence. Clearing.
💨 July 7: The 7/7/7 Portal + Wake, Bake & Pull
We pulled cards. We sipped. We burned coffee grounds.
The energy was already shifting.
We were deep in portal work, and I could feel it:
Spirit was preparing me for something.
🪐 July 13: Saturn Retrograde Begins — & The Purge
The same day Saturn officially began its retrograde cycle, I started the laxative prep for my colonoscopy.
As the AC flickered on and off, twice, I knew:
This wasn’t just about my digestive system.
It was an energetic exorcism.
I was releasing not just physical matter — but shame, resentment, trauma, emotional weight, inherited silence.
🖤 July 14: Procedure Day — Cloaked in Black
I showed up in all black.
No wig. No glam. Just presence. Power. Protection.
My body, already cleared out, was moving through sacred closure.
And the last thing I remember hearing before the anesthesia kicked in?
“My mama don’t like you, and she likes everyone…”
— Justin Bieber, “Love Yourself”
Whew. Spirit hit me with the truth right before I slipped into the void.
And it wasn’t just a lyric — it was a mirror.
🎵 Let’s break it down:
“For all the times that you made me feel small
I fell in love, now I feel nothin’ at all…”
That’s not just a breakup anthem. That’s a womb whisper.
That’s the voice of a woman who gave too much, held too much, stayed too long.
“Was I a fool to let you break down my walls?”
Baby… those walls were sacred. And now? You’re building new ones. With boundaries, with discernment, with divine self-worth.
🎴 The Empress Appears — on My FYP
Later that day, still resting and reflecting, I opened TikTok.
The very first video? A woman holding the Empress card — surrounded by divine messages:
- “You’re about to be blessed where the wounds were”
- “You are so loved”
- “You already won”
- “You’re at the end”
- “You expose the truth”
- “You are the forbidden fruit”
The chills I felt weren’t from the anesthesia.
They were from alignment.
🍎 You Are the Forbidden Fruit
That caption hit differently.
I am the woman they warned you about.
The one who sees too deeply, loves too hard, remembers too far back.
I was punished for being the truth in a world that runs on denial.
But just like Eve wasn’t the villain…
I wasn’t the problem.
I am the fruit. The seed. The womb.
I am not dangerous — but I am disruptive to those who thrive on suppression.
🧿 Full Circle
From the bleeding
→ to the ritual
→ to the Saturn shift
→ to the lyric
→ to the Empress card…
This wasn’t a coincidence.
This was a cosmic release ritual disguised as a medical procedure.
I didn’t just flush toxins.
I flushed expectations, projections, wounds, and shame.
🪻 Final Reflection: The Empress Doesn’t Shrink
You don’t go through this kind of journey and come back the same.
The Empress doesn’t chase.
She doesn’t prove.
She doesn’t shrink.
She rests. She reigns. She rebirths.
And that’s what this was — a rebirth.
So if you’re in a similar place…
If you’re purging what they called “too much”…
If you’re the one they liked until you told the truth…
Just know:
You are the forbidden fruit.
And you were always meant to bloom.
Just remember…
You are not broken.
You are not too much.
You are not a burden.
You are the end of a cycle.
The keeper of truth.
The womb that creates worlds.
You are the Empress.
And you are never too late to return to yourself.