Visionary Whispers

Taking Up Space

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A cozy living room glows with golden lamplight as a young Black girl sits on the carpet, surrounded by crayons, stickers, stationery, and playful scraps of paper. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity as waves of vibrant energy in red, gold, blue, and pink spiral through the air like unseen magic made visible. This sacred space becomes a portal of imagination, protection, and expansion, where creativity and spirit intertwine, and a future self begins to form from dreams scribbled in color and joy.

Taking Up Space One of my ongoing lessons in life is about taking up space. I didn’t have my own bedroom for part of my childhood, but the desire for a space of my own was always alive in me. The carpet in our living room became my magical playground. The space under the dining … Read more

When She Leads Me into the Fire

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A Black woman sits cross-legged on a soft surface, bathed in radiant golden-orange light. Her eyes are looking downward in focused stillness. Her hands rest near her womb in an intuitive, centered gesture, suggesting presence, breath, and inner ritual. Her skin glows with warmth as the light casts soft shadows across her body, evoking themes of transformation, ancestral connection, and embodied clarity. The overall tone reflects emotional resilience, the power of pausing, and the sacred act of staying present in the fire.

When She Leads Me into the Fire I’ve been moving through heavy waves. I’m facing conflict, protecting my peace, and sitting with the tension between disappointment and fulfillment. Scarcity and abundance. Boundaries and connection. All of these energies are alive in me. I’m reflecting, breathing and living through them right now. Some days, I feel … Read more

My Voice is a Doorway

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A silhouette of a Black woman stands in profile beneath a radiant galaxy sky, her lips parted as glowing constellations and golden nodes spiral out into the universe. Her voice becomes a bridge between stars and spirit, forming a sacred geometry of sound and soul. The background pulses with twilight hues of deep indigo, soft pink, and cosmic blue, evoking the energy of ancestral memory and divine expression. Her presence is powerful, timeless, and alive with truth as she speaks creation into motion.

My Voice is a Doorway This poem reflects how I learn to trust the rhythm of my truth. I enjoy expressing my journeys of returning to my body, honoring my voice, and allowing what’s sacred in me to speak without shrinking. When I share this writing, I offer it as both a mirror and a … Read more

Prayer of Sovereign Protection & Truth

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An open window of a deep violet house glows with golden light, as radiant streams of energy flow gently into the space from the outside. The air shimmers with motion, symbolizing divine protection, clarity, and ancestral presence. Lavender plants bloom in terracotta pots nearby, and soft sunlight filters through trees, casting a calm, enchanted glow across the scene. The moment feels like a sacred breath—old energy leaving, divine energy entering, and the home held in perfect balance.

Prayer of Sovereign Protection & Truth Beloved Source, I rise today in the power of divine truth, fully anchored in my spiritual authority. I reclaim my space, my time, and my energy. I affirm I am wrapped in protection, shielded by truth, and guided by the energies that live within me. No force that seeks … Read more

September Golden Harvest

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A Black woman with high priestess energy sits rooted in the Earth, exhaling spirals of golden light that weave through the flowers around her. Her breath becomes a blessing, a prayer of prosperity and protection flowing into the land. The image captures the essence of harvest as both gathering and giving, honoring the cycles of September.

September Golden Harvest A Ritual Story of Birth and Becoming The wheel turns, and I feel the shift in the air. August exhales, her heat softening into memory, and September steps forward carrying the weight of ripened fields and the promise of gathering. This is the season when Earth herself leans into abundance, when seeds … Read more

Muse of My Own Making

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A beautiful Black woman sits outdoors in the stillness of night, bathed in the glow of the Full Moon in Aquarius hanging high above a quiet home. She wears a soft, off-the-shoulder summer dress, her hair gathered in a graceful bun, and cradles a steaming cup of tea in both hands. Wisps of steam curl upward into the moonlight, blending with the cool night air. The scene feels serene and intimate, a moment suspended between breath and thought, embodying presence, reflection, and quiet strength.

Muse of My Own Making A Ritual Story of Presence, Pleasure and Becoming The Full Moon in Aquarius rises today at her peak, carrying the expansive clarity of air and the unwavering truth of fixed energy. I feel her illuminating the places within me where my individuality meets the collective vision, where my courage to … Read more

Power in the Pause

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A vivid digital swirl of warm orange and golden energy curling into a spiral at the center, surrounded by cool blue, violet, and teal waves. The spiral evokes both the solar plexus and sacral energy centers, capturing a moment of deep internal activation. The image feels like a cosmic womb or energetic vortex—still at its core, but surrounded by powerful, fluid movement. This artwork mirrors the emotional and spiritual energy of a sacred pause: alive, layered, and transformative from within.

Power in the Pause I wake up inside a quiet I can’t shake. Not the kind of quiet that calms or grounds. This quiet feels like a hum that won’t move. It sits low in my body and waits. Not urgent. Not dramatic. Just here. Steady. Unbothered by my mind’s desire to name it or … Read more

Mirror Magic (as 6-Year-Old Me)

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A young Black girl with warm brown skin and natural, fluffy hair lies under cozy covers at bedtime, smiling tenderly at her worn, off-white teddy bear with solid black eyes and a faded nose. A soft golden glow of magical energy swirls between the girl, the bear, and the blankets, illuminating their connection in a dreamy, love-filled moment. The atmosphere is warm, gentle, and full of emotional alchemy.

Mirror Magic (as 6-Year-Old Me) I write this ritual story as a love offering to myself—a return, a remembering, a soft landing into the arms of the little girl I once was and still am. This is for my 6-year-old self, who looked in mirrors and already knew she was the cutest thing walking. She … Read more

The Part of the Spell No One Sees

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radiant dark-skinned Black woman in futuristic-ancient warrior regalia, seated at a glowing laptop surrounded by magical light. Violet and gold energy streams upward from the keyboard as she types with fierce focus. Her expression is calm, knowing, and untouchable—an embodiment of power, clarity, and spiritual triumph in the present moment. The scene evokes sacred technology, ancestral fire, and victorious self-expression.

The Part of the Spell No One Sees About this piece The Part of the Spell No One Sees is a ritual story about the kind of magic that doesn’t need an audience. The kind that happens when truth meets resistance, when a woman chooses alignment over acceptance. Sometimes there’s candlelight. Sometimes there’s fire in … Read more

When Things Go Missing, I Come Back to Me

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Swirls of vivid gold move like breath across a glowing landscape of purple, blue, and magenta—an abstract reflection of grounding, presence, and the sacred return to self when the world feels scattered.

When Things Go Missing, I Come Back to Me To slow down, ground my energy, and reconnect with myself in moments when I feel scattered, frazzled, or out of sync—especially when I misplace something. This is a ritual of remembrance, where I soften into presence, receive insight, and return to my inner rhythm. This Saturday … Read more