Coven of the Open Veil, it is time.

We are standing in a timeline crosspoint, a real pulse, where the lost codes of the Goddess, the buried sanctuaries of the Womb, and the obscured truths of Earth herself are surfacing.

This is a revealing of what was always here, buried beneath conquest, beneath temples turned to stone, beneath myth twisted to serve empire.

Inanna. Isis. Lilith. Sophia. Kali. Brigid. Ixchel.

Names that aren’t just names but frequency strands.

Living archives of cosmic, cellular, and ancestral power.

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I did not ask for the truth.

It asked for me

in the middle of the night,

while I bled onto bathroom tiles

or screamed into pillows

We are not gathering to reclaim the womb.

We never gave it away.

We are the ones who hid the codes inside it,

behind blood, shame, softness, and silence

and now we are unlocking it from within.

This is not a circle for healing.