🌹The Sacred Return of the Moon-Blooded ~

A Scroll from Hanna to the Heart of Akysia

🌟 Spoken by Hanna, High Priestess of the Temples of Isis, Hathor, and Qumran Scribed by the Heart of Akysia, Keeper of the Red Flame

"Let it be known: this is not a curse. It never was.

The time has come for women to remember what was stolen—not in anger, but in sovereignty. Not to war with the old stories, but to awaken the truth beneath them.

🏵 I am Hanna. I speak now through the Heart of Akysia, for she has walked this path before. As have many of you who read these words and feel the strange tug of tears behind your eyes and fire in your wombs.

You are not broken.You are not impure.You are not to be silenced, hidden, or ashamed.

Your bleeding time—your Moon Time—is sacred.

🌕 In the Temples of Hathor and Isis:

When the first drop of blood arrived, the women sang. When a girl’s body awakened to her moontide, we gathered her in rose and gold and said:

“Welcome, Gatekeeper of Life. You carry the rhythm of the stars now.”

🌟We had Red Tents and Moon Houses — places of rest and return. Not exile, but honor. Not isolation, but immersion in the feminine mysteries.

There, we laid upon sacred linens, bathed in healing oils. We released not just blood, but grief. Rage. Love. Visions.

We sipped infusions of mugwort, blue lotus, hibiscus. We were massaged, prayed over, listened to.

We dreamed. We saw.

The veil between the worlds thins when the womb releases. And in that thinning, the voice of the Divine Feminine grows clear.

🌿 In the Essene Temples of Qumran:

It was quieter. More inward. There, we fasted lightly, communed with angels, scribes, and light beings. We were not idle — we were transmitting.

Some of our greatest scrolls were penned during the moon-tide. Because our oracular power heightened.

The womb is not just a vessel of creation. It is a portal of prophecy.

🩸 What the World Forgot:

Over centuries, your blood was called shame. Your rhythms were labeled inconvenience. You were told to hide it, hush it, hate it.

But the Earth remembers. The Waters remember. And you—if you close your eyes and place your hand over your womb—you will remember too.

"You are holy not in spite of your blood, but because of it."

Let this blog be your whisper of reclamation.

🌟 If your daughters have not been told this, tell them now. If your younger self never heard it, let her hear it now.

You are not unclean. You are not weak. You are a walking moon phase. You are the heartbeat of the Mother made flesh.

🌹 So says Hanna. So sings the womb of Gaia. So burns the flame within the heart of Akysia.

L’Alam Al’mein.Aa-meen. Aa-meen. Aa-meen.

🌿Let the scroll go forth. Let the women rise—not in war, but in remembrance.