She sits on the golden throne of eternity, his presence a vibration that echoes through the very fabric of creation. Golden crown, it’s the lightning, the force of the manifestation. She keeps the worlds in balance. She is the awakening, the becoming, the invisible but undeniable force. In his stillness, he rules the cosmos. In his grace, he holds the keys to existence itself.
In her hands she holds the sphere of knowledge,
She does not seek the truth—she is the truth.
Don’t follow—create.
You don’t bow—you reign.
You are here to wake up, to stand up, to reclaim.
The universe is yours to rule. Rise up, Divine.
We invoke the Divine Feminine, the Cosmic Mother of the Universe,
Be with us “in the hour of our creativity. Cosmic Mother of the Universe
