Throughout the diaspora, we have countless traditions to wield the wand that commands life to bend.

The moon goddesses clap now, singing the Ghanaian adage, “The moon moves slowly, but it gets across the village.” From new to full, each takes a turn as a different phase of Luna. The heavenly bodies dance in the moonlight, singing your name. Tell them in their newness what desires you are calling in. Tell them in their fullness what blocks you are releasing.

We are all children of the moon.

Your true desires should turn you on, give you a juicy tingle between your legs, excite you and stretch what you believe is possible. Give the Divine the opening to dream the biggest dream for you by dreaming the biggest dream for yourself.

Goddess rising is an energy that can no longer be contained. We are awakening en masse to our sacred feminine power, and it has been a long time coming. Actually, a long time coming back.

Some of us have been hiding, shrinking, betraying ourselves, faking the funk, and playing small for so long that we believe that we are small. That shrunken self is not you. That shrunken self is a persona you created to survive.

You have been called to this goddess circle because somewhere in your bloodline there is someone who knows. She prayed for you before your grandmother’s grandmother was a thought. She knew that you deserve better.

When Africans were kidnapped, trafficked en masse and brutally dragged in chains to work camps in the “New World,” called plantations, we hid our deities and rituals in stories of saints, angels, and legendary characters. Our deities included a powerful cadre of orishas, abosom, lwas, álúsí, spirits, and god/desses. From South Africa to Sudan, Brazil to Cuba to even Indigenous Australia, we chant their names: Yemaya, Mami Wata, Atete, Iset, and Ala.

No more saying that you’re not worthy, no more feeling like you’re not enough, no more watering yourself down to make other people feel safe. No more to not living up to your own dreams and full magic. No more.