You're Not a Rehab Center, Babe. You're a Fucking Temple.
My Divine Feminine Didn't Awaken. She Left the Chat.
This Soul Transmission was originally published on Medium.
Now it’s part of the Divine Archive at The Eighth Gate on Substack.
You know what fucks us up more than anything?
Lingering energy.
It’s not the heartbreak. Not the betrayal. Not even the ghosting by someone who swore they saw your soul.
It’s the residue.
The way they left their fingerprints on your spirit like cologne you didn’t ask to wear.
I was clear. I was clean. I was moving different. I cut every energetic cord not out of bitterness but out of self-respect.
Out of love for my own peace.
Out of devotion to the life I’m building.
And then boom — someone slides into the DMs, or randomly texts “I’ve been thinking about you.”
And suddenly, there’s static in my frequency.
Let me say this loud for the divine feminines in the back:
These men don’t always show up because they love us. They show up because they feel us rising.
When you choose yourself? You become magnetic.
When you start walking like you’re untouchable and unbothered, the ones who once overlooked you start obsessing.
They think they miss you.
What they’re really sensing is that your light is no longer accessible. That energy they used to feed on?
Gone.
And when they can’t taste it anymore, they try to sip from the memory of it.
That’s why they reach out.
That’s why they come back.
That’s why they linger.
Not all of them are evil. Some are just stuck… still half-boy, half-ghost, floating between who they were and who they’re too afraid to become.
But you’re not a rehab center, babe. You’re a fucking temple.
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