if you choose to love an awakened woman, know that it’s not about playing it safe. this poem by sophie bashford is a raw invitation into deep, soul-stirring connection. she reminds us that loving a woman who’s awake—spiritually, emotionally, energetically—is going to shake you up, not tuck you in. this isn’t about comfort, it’s about evolution. it’s for those ready to rise, to be stretched, and to meet love as a force of transformation.

you can read it on her website: https://www.sophiebashford.com/if-you-choose-to-love-an-awakened-woman/

se você escolher amar uma mulher desperta, saiba que isso não tem nada a ver com jogar seguro. este poema de sophie bashford é um convite cru para uma conexão profunda que mexe com a alma. ela nos lembra que amar uma mulher que está desperta—espiritualmente, emocionalmente, energeticamente—vai te sacudir, não te embalar. não se trata de conforto, mas de evolução. é para quem está pronto para se elevar, se expandir e encontrar o amor como uma força de transformação.

você pode ler o poema completo no site dela: https://www.sophiebashford.com/if-you-choose-to-love-an-awakened-woman/

this is me reading something i wrote back on june 9th, 2017 - a piece i called "spellbound." it came after one of the craziest life upheavals i'd ever experienced, followed by three months of sitting in almost complete silence, which led to a major awakening and what i can only describe as a major download or upload.

the piece is about wholeness - about traveling through time to collect all the scattered pieces of myself that i'd left behind. the good, the bad, the happy, the sad. it was painful and blissful and absolutely necessary because i needed all of me to begin whatever journey was coming next.

it's about being present - not being my past or my future, but being now. about magnifying the universe and embodying all aspects of existence. about being an archer who never misses her mark because my story is written with stars, a galactic farmer turning shit into fertilizer, an alchemist growing stars.

this writing captures that moment of complete integration - when you realize you're everything and nothing, whole and sovereign, magic incarnate. it's about being the energy farmer, the wayshower, the rainmaker who transforms whatever comes into something that can nourish new growth.

this is me reading something i wrote back in november 2001 when i was probably living in oklahoma. now i'm in brazil and sharing this because it feels more important than ever.

it's about how i went from charging less than $20 for readings because i didn't know my own power, to over $190 an hour once i realized what i could actually do. the shift happened when i stopped listening to people who treated this work as just a hobby, studied myself like any other transformational project, and stopped caring what regular people or other spiritualists thought about my methods.

the piece is about finding your real self - not the conditioned version shaped by fear or other people's expectations. my gift is feeling past what people hide in shadows, smelling fear, and tapping into essence beyond the surface. it takes courage because most aren't ready to be seen that deeply, and there will always be "who does she think she is" people. but i'm here to hold space for those ready to transmute. mystics see uniqueness in others because we see it in ourselves - you can't give what you don't have.