The Resurrection Protocols
The exact practices to embody the woman who walks with her ashes. Part 2.
Okay. ENOUGH theory. Enough MYTHOLOGY. Enough quantum physics and nervous system education and material reality manifestation.
Let’s get into your BODY. Let’s get PRACTICAL. Let’s get into the ACTUAL practices that will take this from “interesting article I read” to “my life is FUNDAMENTALLY different now.”
Because here’s the thing, and I’m going to be BLUNT: Most of you will read this and NOD and think “wow, so TRUE” and then go back to scrolling and NOTHING will change. Most of you will screenshot the quotes and post them on Instagram and PERFORM transformation without actually TRANSFORMING.
And that’s OKAY. That’s where you are. No JUDGMENT. But some of you? Some of you are DONE performing. Some of you are ready to actually DO THE THING. Some of you are so TIRED of your own bullshit that you’re willing to be UNCOMFORTABLE for a minute if it means you get to be FREE FOREVER.
This section is for YOU.
Practice One: The Ash Inventory (Or: Writing Down Every Version Of Yourself That Needs To Fucking Die)
Sit down somewhere you won’t be interrupted. Not your DESK where you work. Not your COUCH where you scroll. Somewhere DIFFERENT. Somewhere that signals to your nervous system: this is SACRED SPACE. This is RITUAL.
No phone. No DISTRACTIONS. Just you and a piece of paper and a pen and the COURAGE to get brutally, devastatingly, uncomfortably HONEST.
And write down every version of yourself that needs to DIE. Not “transform.” Not “evolve.” DIE. Actually CEASE TO EXIST.
Write her NAME. Write what she BELIEVED. Write what she DID to keep herself safe that’s now keeping you STUCK. Write what she was TERRIFIED of. Write what she was trying to AVOID. Write what she SACRIFICED to be acceptable.
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This essay grew up and moved out. It lives in NO LONGER AVAILABLE: Why Everything Falls Apart When You Finally Choose New and How to Stay now.
The full text is in print. A book with a spine, a cover, and a body that holds the whole thing.

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This is quite a piece, Dea. Feels like you couldn't resist pouring your heart. Your Soul called you to share it all and don't hold back. A perfect embodiment of all written. I honor you. And I walk besides you. What a brave soul, a courageous and untamed women being reborn. Even if it's f*cling(?😅) nerve-wracking at times. Truth is felt. Keep holding the Field, Sacred Woman. We hear you. 🙏❤️
This scares the shit out of me and gives me hope at the same time