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.

The womb is not a passive vessel.

She is a plasma intelligence system.

A dimensional bridge.

A memory keeper for entire lineages and civilizations.

She holds the original codes of choice, threshold, creation, and destruction in sacred service.

💀 The Inquisition and its womb-shaming aftermath

🌪️ The distortion of feminine archetypes into binary good/evil

🧬 The erasure of feminine plasma science from history and culture

🕸️ The ongoing siphoning of feminine power via beauty standards, romance addiction, or chronic giving

All of these are not random… they are systems of forgetting. Yet we are remembering.

I’ve felt it erupting through my body, through fire and grief, through exalted sensuality and knowing.

The suppressed Goddess lineages are not abstract anymore, they are cellular.

And as I drop deeper into my womb, I am remembering…

That the veil is not external.

It is the amnesia placed over our innate knowing.

💎 This group, Coven of the Open Veil, is a portal, a living grid of shared resonance, mythic rethreading, and ecstatic remembering.

💠 We are here not to theorize, but to feel, speak, code, spell, and walk it.

If you are feeling this fire…

If your dreams are turning more prophetic…

If your womb is pulsing with messages.

If your relationships are forcing deeper boundaries.

If you are seeing patterns through the eyes of myth and future at once.

You are not alone.

Let us speak, spill, spell, and re-encode.

Post, share, offer, witness.

This space is open again, not as a classroom, but a cathedral of remembrance.

🕯️ Spell to open this cycle 🕯️

“I call to the truth beneath the forgetting. I open my veil. I walk as myth incarnate. I remember who I am.”