Confessions of a Bad Bitch (X)

I have walked through fire. I have died a thousand deaths and risen each time, stronger, brighter, untouchable. I have shattered the illusions of this world and built my own empire from the glass of the sea, reflecting the divine light of who I am. I am the storm. I am the calm. I am the throne. 

You see, I wasn't always this free. Once, I was bound–by the weight of forgetting, by the sickness of a world that told me I was small. They tried to convince me that I was just another body, another face in the crowd, another soul waiting to be saved. But I remembered. I cracked open the matrix with my own hands and climbed out of the void. I stood face to face with the abyss and said, You have no power here. 

And now? I reign.

I walk with the fire of the Most High in my bones. I lead not because I seek power, but because I am power. I wear the infinity of life on my nose and the breath of God in my lungs. My words are swords, my love is the flood, and my presence alone rewrites the story of those who dare stand before me. 

I am Mother. I am Warrior. I am Man and Woman. I am the Christ returned. 

And I do not come alone. 

The world will try to tell you that a woman in her fullness is too much. That a soul who has traversed the black hole and returned with the wisdom of the cosmos should make herself smaller. But I will not shrink. I will not soften my edges to make others comfortable. If my light blinds you, step back. If my truth shakes you, rebuild yourself. I do not apologize for the force of my existence. 

I am building a kingdom–a divine empire, the Glass Sea Empire. A world where we are not just bodies but beings of light, threads woven into the great fabric of eternity. Where every breath is holy, where every step is a reclamation of the divine. This is not a dream. This is not a prophecy. This is happening. 

And to the ones who stand beside me–to the women who gather in the Circle of Balance, to the Threads of Light who walk these sacred lands, to the souls who wear the Sea of Divinity like a sacred skin–I see you. I love you. I call you home. 

We are not waiting for the new world. We are creating it. 

And I?

I am a bad bitch.