When I first began journeying through the Lemurian Healing Arts, I was given a vision.
Not a pleasant one. Not a glamorous one.
A vision that showed me exactly where I was.
I saw myself standing alone in a dark forest. I was wearing a red dress. The air felt heavy. There was fog everywhere. I could barely see what was in front of me.
More than anything, I felt disconnected. From myself. From other people. From Source. From life itself.
As I looked at her, I knew exactly who she was.
The wounded priestess.
And the uncomfortable truth was that she was me.
Meeting the Wounded Priestess
The wounded priestess is not necessarily someone who is broken. She is simply a woman who has forgotten who she is. A woman who doubts her voice, questions her worth, allows fear to dictate her choices, and hides parts of herself because it feels safer than being fully seen.
Many of us know this version of ourselves intimately. We may not call her the wounded priestess. But we know her.
The woman who downplays her gifts. The woman who waits for permission. The woman who shrinks herself to fit into spaces she has already outgrown.
When I saw her standing in that forest, I knew I could not bypass her. I could not pretend she wasn’t there or jump straight to the light.
I had to meet her first.
The Turning Point
One of the core principles of the Lemurian Healing Arts is that we do not bypass our feelings. We feel them. We witness them. We allow them to move. Not because we want to stay in them, but because transformation happens through them.
So I sat with what was arising. I trusted the process. I continued moving through the journey exactly as it had been shown to me.
Then a few days later, something shifted. I felt it before I saw it — a stirring in my heart. A sensation I can only describe as my heart cracking open. Not breaking. Opening. Expanding. Becoming something larger than it had been before.
The Flower in My Heart
As I sat with that feeling, an image appeared. In the center of my heart was a flower. At first it was closed. Then slowly, petal by petal, it began to open — wider and wider and wider still — until it seemed large enough to contain the entire universe.
Then something extraordinary happened. From the center of that flower, a woman emerged. She rose upward, surrounded by radiant golden-white light. She was glowing. Her eyes sparkled. She carried a certainty I had never felt before.
And as I looked at her, I realized something. She was me too.
Meeting the Liberated Priestess
The liberated priestess is not someone who has a perfect life. She does not live without challenges or have all the answers. What makes her liberated is that she no longer allows fear to define who she is.
She knows her worth. She trusts her voice. She honors her gifts. She allows herself to be seen — not because she is trying to prove anything, but because she remembers.
She remembers who she is beneath the conditioning. Beneath the doubt. Beneath the stories she once believed about herself.
The liberated priestess is not a future version of us. She is the truth of who we are when the illusion falls away.
Everything Changed
There are moments in life when you know something has shifted. Not because someone tells you. Not because you write it on a vision board. Because you can feel it.
That was one of those moments.
I felt the frequency of the liberated priestess in every cell of my body. And once I felt it, I could not go back to pretending I didn’t know.
From that point forward, I showed up differently. I created differently. I spoke differently. I served differently. I stopped allowing external circumstances to determine my worth. I stopped downplaying my gifts. I stopped waiting for permission.
Not because I forced myself to change. Because something within me already had.
The Choice We All Face
I believe every woman encounters this choice at some point. Not whether she has a wounded priestess within her — most of us do. The real question is whether she is willing to meet her. To listen. To feel. To transmute what is ready to be released. And to remember the liberated priestess who has been there all along.
Because liberation is not something that happens to us. It is something we choose. Again and again.
If You’re Ready to Meet the Liberated Priestess Within
The Lemurian Healing Arts was created for this journey. A journey of transformation through art, healing, remembrance, and self-expression. A space to meet the parts of yourself that are ready to be seen, witnessed, and transformed — not by bypassing your shadows, but by allowing them to become the doorway to your greatest gifts.
Because the liberated priestess is not someone you become. She is someone you remember.
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