22/08/2025
INTO-ME-SEE 🪽
A love letter for the wild hearts, the shape-shifters, the ones done tippy-toeing through tulips trying not to step on emotional landmines…
Let’s call it what it is:
This ache inside you?
It’s not madness.
It’s memory.
Of the parts of you that once roared like the lioness you are, before you shrunk to fit a world more obsessed with politeness than truth.
And now?
You feel her coming back.
The Divine Feminine.
Raw. Wild. Holy.
Not the "soft goddess in silk" version no shade, babe but the one with salt in her scars, dirt under her fingernails, and fire in her throat.
She’s not here to play small anymore.
And neither are you.
Because here's the cosmic truth
Your power will either amplify the light in others... or trigger the living shadows out of them.
How they respond?
Not your job.
Your job is to stay aligned.
To stand tall in your own frequency like a tree that's seen a few bushfires and now knows how to dance with wind.
And as for the Primal Masculine
The sword-holder, the lion-heart, the one who catalyzes, not coddles?
He’s not here to fit your Pinterest vision board of
“how a man should hold me while I heal.”
He will confront your fortress.
Your filters.
Your fantasy of perfection.
Not to hurt you.
But to reveal you.
True Masculine pe*******on is a holy inconvenience.
He doesn’t tiptoe through your trauma.
He goes straight to the heart of it
No fluff.
No pretending.
No emotional ghosting.
But here’s the catch @ #$^^&
To receive him, you must first reclaim you.
Your womb. Your salt. Your shadow.
Your most sacred “too-muchness.”
The cervix of your truth.
The throat of your longing.
The spine of your Divine knowing
This is sacred polarity — not performance.
It’s not for the faint-hearted, but for the soul-hungry.
Ask yourself ??
🔥 What part of me is asking to be seen right now?
🔥 What emotion do I avoid like the plague?
🔥 Who triggers the hell out of me — and why?
🔥 What version of me have I never fully forgiven?
🔥 What have I been hiding, diluting, or denying for the sake of being "liked"?
Your triggers aren't traps.
Your heartbreak isn’t weakness.
They’re landmarks, not landmines.
You are not too much.
You’re just unapologetically alive.
And no, my love ... you’re not hard to love.
You’re just hard to fool.
This is your reclamation.
Your self-initiation into radical truth and ridiculous love.
You don’t need more likes, more filters, more spiritual beige.
You need INTIMACY.
In-To-Me-See.
Not a game. Not a chase. Not a trap.
A choice.
And if it shakes you?
If it strips you down to your raw, shivering soul?
Good.
That’s not destruction — it’s resurrection.
The old self burns. The true self breathes.
So speak your wild.
Touch your animals.
Feel your bones.
Let the cracked places bloom.
Because when your soul is whole,
LOVE becomes inevitable.
And if you need a guide?
I’m here — sulphur-crested, barefoot, unfiltered and divinely channelled.
I speak to animals, spirits, shadows, stallions, and the feral truth within.
I’m not here to fix you.
I’m here to remind you You were never broken.!!
Thoughts Have Wings 🪽
And yours are ready to fly.
🌐 www.shemaine.com
📩 medium@shemaine.com
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