by Kasha Rosa Oh, these threshold times… Imbolc, every year, carries significance for me and my soul. It holds me through a time of shifting foundations in my heart and in my life. It signals an entrance into a kind of birth canal, welcoming me to make space for all there is to feel as the contractions intensify in moments and soften in others. There is usually some doorway to grief alive for me at this time of year. Lately, it has been the loss of a meaningful relationship i

As I put 2025 to rest, I feel what different frequencies asked of me this year. Gentleness asked for greater openings in my heart, and a place to nestle into my dynamic soul. Protectiveness and defence asked for validation, and the grace to breathe again without being so activated. The feminine within asked me to bring more harmony into my approach to life, my inhabitation of my body, my way of singing my soul and the souls of others into the present, where healing is possibl

Inner sacred union is not a static realization. It is a living relationship between two evolving energies within you. Your inner masculine and your inner feminine do not arrive fully formed. They grow, respond, resist, transform, awaken, and soften over time. They learn each other the same way two human partners do… through intimacy, conflict, revelation, forgiveness, and devotion.

Heaven was never meant to be a distant realm, but something you could feel, breathe, and experience in your body. Your skin, your breath, your womb, your energy field and your entire being and ALL parts of you…are already encoded with the frequencies of Divine Heavenly Love. Your awakening journey this life invites you not to transcend your body, but fully inhabit it AS your Divine Feminine Venusian essence.

Now, in this timeline of Ascension, another frequency is arising. She is Venus. Venus is not a role, not a throne, not a program, not an archetype that must be performed. She IS feminine essence, radiance, magnetism in its purest form. 

The Dark Feminine is not a villain to be conquered, nor a force to be transcended. She is the fertile black soil of creation, the amniotic void from which all life emerges and to which all form eventually returns.

The Wise Woman is the golden petal of the feminine flower. She is the one who has gathered, metabolized, and alchemized every stage of her journey into embodied knowing. No longer seeking to prove, please, or perform, she lives from the calm authority of her own soul essence, rooted in her body and radiant in her truth.

The Mother lives in the feminine field as both an ache and archetype. She is the one we run toward for comfort and away from for our freedom. She births us and then becomes usually the first face of the Divine we meet or the first wound we must eventually forgive and reconcile.

Divine Mother’s call echoes through the lineage of every woman who has ever served the sacred. The Priestess hears this ringing within her cells. She is the woman who lives a life in devotion, holiness and tuned to the sacred.

We begin with the Inner Teenager who is initially anchored to 3D energies yet eventually transitions into the 4D soul-based Maiden, a tender and tumultuous expression that carries both the ache of lost innocence and the seed of untamed aliveness.

Beloved Inner Masculine, I see you. I have always seen you. I know the weight you have carried through lifetimes…the armor you forged to guard her softness, the judgments you wielded to keep her “safe,” the sacrifices you made to provide what you thought she could not find on her own.

The heroine’s journey is not only a story I tell, but a story I have lived. Its descent and ascent have been carved into my own body, my heart, my soul through veils falling, crowns stripped away, the underworld gates opening. These are not just symbols, but moments that broke me open and remade me.

To speak of being free to be She, we must first acknowledge the places where She has not felt free at all. The feminine carries wounds as old as time itself. Wounds that live not only in our personal stories but in our ancestral lines, our soul histories, and the collective feminine field.

Welcome to this portal of remembrance with me and the deepening of this journey together. You are entering this gateway now with a steady step and self-loving pace

My ideals were ideas that made my heart throb, not beat. The ache did not have a real answer, for the “answer” kept himself elusive. The reaching for “him” overtook the reaching inward. The next “he” became a mark for my parts to aim for, no matter how much he bobbed and weaved, or fully ran. Then there were those who wanted to be the sacred ache’s “answer”, but fell short of the calling, for they could barely answer their own. Then I became the one who bobbed and weaved as t

It is the Christmas season once again. It can feel relentless in its energies of giving and getting, buying and selling, family obligations, holiday parties, and traditional food, whatever any of that may mean to you or to parts of you. Memories of love and loss come forward, childhood joy and sorrow, and an ingrained sense of what this time of year has meant to parts of you, for better or worse. It is also a time when there is genuine joy and love abounding, when Christ Cons

As the inner feminine and masculine come into deeper relationship, something begins to shift in your field. The longing that once reached outward for completion begins turning inward for communion. The ache that once searched for a rescuer or a mirror begins rooting into your own heart.

Across the ancient world and in many timelines, the sacred marriage, or the ‘hieros gamos’ as it was called in Ancient Greece, served as a ritualized reminder that creation itself is born from the dance of opposites.

We come now to the final part of this series, released as the wheel of the year turns toward Samhain. The following is a transmission of Dark Mother’s energies… the core of the re-coding I’ve been offering these last few weeks. 💜 ⸻ I see Her. She is cloaked, yet Her hood is sliding down. She invites you to know Her better, beyond the victimhood narratives  and goddess war stories. Beyond the need for enemies. She has been called “Destroyer,” but what She truly offers  is so

She’s held me as I sobbed. Let me rage without judgment. Stayed when everything burned down. And helped me rise again. This is what it means to know the Dark Mother. And this is my story. 🕯 ⸻ In my own soul’s experience, Dark Mother is the death knell and the birthing pool. She heralds both endings and new beginnings. She invites us beyond victimhood and into our empowerment, always guiding us into our raw vulnerability and our deepest truths. So many times, She’s woken me u