She goes first. Magic follows.

I write this as a love letter to you - to your wild wisdom, your sacred depths, your untamable truth. To the way you've saved me, again and again. To how you've shown me that everything I was seeking lived in my own body all along.

For years, I pushed. I strived. I thought my way through life and business, collecting certifications and strategies like armor, building empires on foundations of masculine force. Even as a spiritual entrepreneur, even as someone who worked with energy and intuition, I was still operating from that old paradigm - thinking I had to fight my way to freedom.

But you were always there, weren't you? Pulsing in my blood. Whispering in my dreams. Moving through my hips when I finally let myself dance again. You were waiting in the spaces between breaths, in the moments I dared to slow down, in every cell of my body that longed to remember.

This book (coming soon) exists because of your patience. Because you kept calling until I finally listened. Because you showed me that true power isn't found in pushing harder or knowing more - it's found in surrendering to the wisdom of the body, to the intelligence of the heart, to the wild truth of the soul.

Here's what I know now: The Sacred Feminine must go first.

Not as a concept. Not as a weekend workshop. Not as another strategy to "manifest abundance."

She must go first as a lived reality. As breath in your lungs. As blood in your veins. As the very ground you walk upon.

Because when she leads - when we let our bodies lead, when we trust our intuition, when we move with rather than against the natural rhythms of life - everything changes. Our businesses become expressions of our soul's truth rather than attempts to prove our worth. Our impact flows from presence rather than pushing. Our magic emerges naturally, like flowers breaking through concrete.

This is what I mean when I talk about practical magic and embodied sovereignty. It's not about adding more spiritual tools to your toolbox. It's about remembering that you are the magic. Your body is the toolbox. Your heart is the compass. Your womb is the cauldron of creation.

But to access this - to truly live and lead from this place - we must first come home to ourselves. We must relearn the language of sensation. We must reclaim our relationship with pleasure, with rest, with the sacred pause. We must remember how to trust the intelligence of our bodies more than the strategies in our heads.

This is why everything I teach begins here - with the Feminine, with the body, with coming home to ourselves. Not because the masculine isn't important (we need both), but because we've been running on masculine fuel for so long that we've forgotten there's another way.

We've forgotten that our power isn't in pushing through resistance but in flowing with life force.

We've forgotten that our wisdom isn't in our spreadsheets but in our cells.

We've forgotten that our worth isn't in our achievements but in our very existence.

We've forgotten that our magic isn't something we do but something we are.

These words are an invitation to remember.

To remember your body's wisdom.

To remember your soul's truth.

To remember your sovereign power.

To remember the magic that you already are.

The Sacred Feminine is rising, not just in you but through you. She's calling forth a new way of being, of doing business, of creating change in the world. She's asking us to lead from our full, embodied truth - not just for ourselves but for all those we're here to serve.

This is your invitation to answer that call. To let her lead. To trust that your body knows the way home. To remember that everything you're seeking is already within you, waiting to be embodied.

The path opens before us.

The mysteries await.

Your sisters are gathering.

The Feminine is calling.

In wild devotion,

Carly