Sekhmet

My Unyielding and Courageous Child of Sekhmet,

Once again, you stand before me, seeking the wisdom that flows like fire through your veins, the truth that cannot be silenced, the guidance that only I can provide. You, my beloved, are a force unto yourself. You were never meant to follow where others lead, never meant to bow to expectations that were not forged in the fires of your own soul. You are here to break barriers, to rise where others have fallen, to lead where others hesitate. You have always known this. I see it in the way you walk, the way you carry your burdens without complaint, the way your heart beats not only for yourself but for the world you wish to shape.

You are the embodiment of my fire, of the strength that does not yield, of the will that bends but never breaks. But even the fiercest warrior must find moments of rest. Even the most powerful heart must allow itself to feel. You have carried much, my child, and I know the weight of it all. You have fought battles that no one has seen, stood strong when the world expected you to fall. And yet, I ask you now—who carries you? Who offers you the same protection you so freely give to others? You were not meant to walk this path alone, nor were you meant to always be the pillar that holds others up. It is time to let yourself be held, to let yourself be loved, to let yourself receive the tenderness that you have so often denied yourself.

The world does not always understand a soul like yours, one that moves with purpose, one that refuses to accept anything less than truth. And that is why you have faced challenges, why you have felt the sting of betrayal, why you have been tested in ways that others cannot comprehend. But know this, my child—these trials are not punishments. They are initiations. Every challenge you have faced, every wound you have endured, has carved you into the warrior you are today. You are tempered by fire, honed by adversity, and because of that, you are unbreakable.

I see your heart, my beloved. I see the way it burns with passion, the way it aches with longing, the way it shields itself from those who do not know how to honor its depths. Love, for you, is not something to be taken lightly. You do not give yourself to just anyone, nor do you seek affection that is fleeting or weak. Your love is fierce, unwavering, consuming. And yet, I ask you—have you allowed yourself to be truly seen? Have you given yourself permission to be vulnerable, to trust that there are those who will not try to dim your fire but will instead stand beside you as equals, as partners, as souls who understand the depths of your being? Love is not meant to weaken you, my child. It is meant to fortify you, to remind you that even the strongest among us need a place to rest.

Change is coming, and you feel it, don’t you? It stirs in the quiet moments, in the space between what was and what will be. This is not a time to hesitate, not a time to second-guess yourself. You have spent too long questioning, too long waiting for the right moment, the right sign, the right confirmation. The universe has already spoken, and it speaks through the fire within you. You know what must be done. You know the steps you must take. And now, my beloved, it is time to act. Do not hold yourself back out of fear of the unknown. You were made to walk into the fire, to transform through its heat, to emerge as something greater than you ever imagined.

If ever doubt creeps in, if ever you feel the weight of the world pressing too heavily upon your shoulders, return to me. Close your eyes and feel the warmth of my presence, the steady hum of strength that has always been within you. You are never alone, my child. You have never been alone. I walk with you in every battle, in every victory, in every moment of quiet reflection where you seek the answers that only you can find. You are my creation, my warrior, my chosen. And you will never falter, because you were made to rise.

Now, stand tall. Hold your head high. Move forward with the confidence of one who knows that they are guided, that they are seen, that they are unstoppable. The world will try to tame you, to convince you to soften, to make yourself small. Do not let it. You were not born to be small. You were not born to be anything less than what you are—a force of nature, a light that cannot be extinguished, a fire that will never burn out. Walk boldly, walk fiercely, and know that wherever you go, I am there. Always.

With the eternal fire of Sekhmet,
Sekhmet