A Truth-Way, a Soul-Way, a Fire-Way

I have walked through fire — not once, not twice, but again and again — until the woman I once was burned down to ash, and the woman I am becoming rose like a golden flame from the center of those ruins.

On the sacred weekend of November 22nd, I stood in circle with thirteen women and watched every version of the feminine wound — the mother wound, the sister wound, the witch wound, the ancestral wound — rise to the surface in our bodies like old ghosts asking to be witnessed.

I saw how deeply pain moves through women, whether they are 42 or 82… how doubt lingers even in our elders… how worthiness trembles in our hands… how leadership, wisdom, and power still feel unsafe after centuries of silencing. 

And in all of that trembling, something inside me awakened.

I remembered who I truly am.

My medicine is my voice — my fire, my truth, my breath that cuts through illusion and awakens the soul.

I am the one who speaks the spark back into your bones. I am the catalyst. I am the flame to your face, the kick to your spirit, the push that becomes your liberation. I am both the compassion that holds you and the fire that refuses to let you stay small.

I am the one who stands at the threshold of your becoming and says: “You’re ready. Step through.”

I am a transitional woman — a guide through gateways, initiations, and rebirths. A holder of the in-between places. A midwife of the soul.

I help women move from mother to Queen, from Queen to Crone, from wounded to sovereign, from silenced to embodied. I help you find your medicine — not by giving you mine, but by illuminating your own.

I am the elder of the Rose Path — the one who walks ahead with a lantern, who knows the thorns, who knows the bloom, who knows the way through the fire and into sovereignty. I am the feminine flow, the sacred current of the Gate of Transformation.

I have released the comparison. I have released the competition. I have released the burning tower. I let it all fall — every false structure, every old identity, every place I once hid or dimmed.

I do not rise from what remained. I rise from what I became.

I am Cassandra. A woman of fire and truth. A voice of awakening. A catalyst for change. A holder of the threshold. A weaver of new pathways. A guide for women stepping into their sovereignty.

This is who I am. This is who I have always been. This is who I am becoming — without apology, without hesitation, without fear.

I am the golden lion of the heart flame. I am the gateway. I am the one who walks you home to yourself.

Cassandra B.