My transmutation from wolf to lion has not been an easy or “lucky” feat. 

All the same, I still have been asked to “be easy” or called “lucky” in envy. The truth is, no one should envy anyone—period! 

Yes, I share the bright side of everything—it’s not a facade, so don’t assume that—but it’s actually what I rightfully embody now. I have learned how to have control over my life and, as an enlightened woman, control over my emotional regulation.

But my shadow work has been 13 years long. It was a gruesome and nightmarish process, where I proved my strength and will (time and time over) to myself. It allowed me to witness the highest and purest levels of glory, victory, and perseverance out of persecution via the self and others.

At one point, I spent two whole years of my life fighting—internally yelling, crying every day, and dissolving traumas and pain. Coming into my power was the hardest thing I had ever been called to do.

Every single part of me that is soft was once hardened.

Every single part of me has always been a warrior. 

I am a brazened soldier many times over; I am the one who stands tall and fierce, professing their intentions with their words; I am the one forcing breath through bloodied lips.

When I came to find in this life, I only knew how to worship all that was smothered in the dark cloud covering the moon. But all I had to do was learn to sleep atop the monsters—give them none of my energy. The moment the sovereign light touched me, I let my untamed heart burst wide, my tasseled locks wave free, my soul just be, and I left her. And you can do the same.

It’s time to divorce the old you; it’s time to honor the passage into your new life and a newfound love for all things. The journey will be one of the utmost spiritually captivating experiences. 

Mine caused me to appreciate and adore those who have peeled the onion, live an intentional life, and stand firm—confident in their authenticity.

What you see here is what you get there with me—everything. It’s not a filter or a shard of what splinters me; I am no longer fragmented; I am me.

“Don’t hide your hurt, beautiful soul. Grab hold of it. Run it through the purifying flame of your heart and mold it into something beautiful. Allow the depths of your pain to expand the breadth of your compassion. Gather up your stumbling stones and build a bridge for someone else. Remember what it’s like to be lost in darkness so you can be someone else’s much-needed light. Don’t deny your pain or bury it away. Let it rise to the surface. And then transform it into something that makes it worthwhile.” ~ Cristen Rodgers

The Panthera has risen. And so it is.