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Just when I thought the year had wrapped, an unexpected resistance emerged that demanded my attention. In this transmission, I remember a familiar pattern before consciously choosing to double-down and honor what I set out to...

In this brief reflection of the opening season, the shift in energy is palpable. I reflect on the biggest lessons of the year while celebrating the courage to launch a podcast - pushing through boundaries of discomfort in ser...

In the still hours before dawn, two owls call and something softens open. I see that what I sought as a role or identity has always been here: presence as creativity, becoming as devotion. This transmission is a tender recogn...

In this unscripted reflection, I sit with the unknown — remembering the words once spoken to me: “There is no map.” What does it mean to live there, to feel the body navigate the strangeness of trust without certainty? I spea...

She doesn’t arrive with a polished message. No answers. No certainty. Just a quiet devotion to speak what’s here. The sameness. The judgment. The ache for inspiration and of wanting more. And still… she shows up. This is a vo...

A brief, unscripted invocation — spoken from within the sacred pause. This is not an episode. It is a marking. Something has completed. A spiral has closed. What follows the threshold are four transmissions recorded in the st...

Beneath the banner of creativity, a question burns: Was I ever truly free to choose? In this raw reflection, the voice lingers in the quiet ache of early wounding. Where masks became necessary. Where belonging meant silencing...

Inside this raw, whispered cocoon of remembrance, She Who Speaks in Ashes enters the space between identities — the soft, dissolving place where the caterpillar vanishes and the butterfly is not yet born. There are no answers...

This is a voice from beneath the surface — not guiding, not teaching, but immersing . In this transmission, recorded within the silent pause of becoming, I allow the ocean of sensation to move through me. Breath, memory, cohe...

I didn’t come to explain. I came to breathe into the space where words dissolve. To open my hands in the presence of not knowing. In this transmission, recorded in the wake of emotional release, I surrender the need to define...

She was summoned before the sun, awakened by a raven’s cry. The softness of dawn whispered what the mind had not yet heard: “It’s not time yet, love.” In a sacred pause — between the ache to create and the silence of becoming...

She Who Speaks in Ashes returns to the embers, tracing the silent unraveling of control that only fire can teach. In this transmission, surrender is no longer conceptual—it is lived. Beyond resistance, beyond striving, a deep...

She arrives at the threshold — not to explain, but to witness. Not to revise the past, but to speak from the quiet clarity of now. This is a portal, a turning. A whispered invocation for what’s to come — and a love note to th...

She didn’t come to explain, or to teach. She came to listen — to her own voice as it softened, uncurled, and spoke. What emerged wasn’t a story, or a lesson. It was a quiet reckoning with the urge to shape things too soon. Th...

Resilience of Love From the stillness beyond the fire, a truth rises: I can feel again. In this raw remembering, She Who Speaks in Ashes offers a sacred glimpse into the soft, unguarded return of love—after collapse, after sh...

Longing for Innocence She awoke to an unexpected wave of emotion — a soft unraveling at dawn. Beneath the tears was a grief not for someone, but for something ancient and near-forgotten: innocence . That unarmored state of be...

The Invitation Before the fire, I measured life against invisible scripts, chasing perfection shaped by voices not my own. After the fire, a whisper rose from the ashes — a memory not of what I was told to become, but of what...

Liminal Space — Becoming Nobody, Remembering Everything When memories fall silent, the embers of the soul speak. I sit by the fire, feeling into the embers, floating between what I once knew and something I can't yet name. Me...

Who Am I Without the Fire? In this soul-bared reflection, She Who Speaks in Ashes steps into the liminal space beyond identity, beyond structure—where the fire has cleared the way, and only essence remains. What if who you th...

The Door Is Already Open — A Whisper from the Threshold What if the beginning is not a crossing but a remembering? In this tender soul-note, She Who Speaks in Ashes invites us to pause at the doorway — not to push or to plan,...

Captain of My Ship Before the fire, there were dreams — haunting loops of being stuck in water, trapped in quicksand, alone in a lifeless landscape. A soul on pause. Then everything burned. And the dreams… stopped. In this b...

Episode 02: When Grief Became My Teacher — A Voice Born in the Aftermath In this second episode of Ashes , She Who Speaks From Ashes returns to the mic not to perform, but to remember — the moment when grief stopped being a ...

An Unexpected Beginning This is a voice note from the afterward. A quiet beginning not born from triumph, but from the slow awakening that followed loss. My son’s death was the portal I never asked for — and yet, it opened so...

This is a season of descent — and the slow, holy return. These voice notes are not stories, but transmissions: spoken from within grief, surrender, and the fierce intimacy of awakening. Each episode spirals through loss, love...