The Temple Has Opened.
Words that mend. Scripture that liberates. A house for the exiled heart. Here, your pain is not performance — it is proof, and it is holy.
The Books
Stolen girlhood. Worth reclaimed.
Royal grief becomes gold. These are the receipts that return you to yourself.
Enter the Temple →Holiness in your own flesh.
Saltwater baptisms and body autonomy. Learn what no one taught you.
Enter the Temple →Betrayal as teacher, boundaries as altar.
Communion wine on wedding linen — and the wisdom you carried out.
Enter the Temple →Featured Scrolls
These are the living testimonies — the scrolls that open the Temple gates. Read them. Feel them. Let them remember you.
“Mama Before My Milk Teeth Fell Out”
Before she learned words, she learned worry. Childhood was something she observed — not something she lived.
“Therapist at 8, Traumatized at 28”
She learned to comfort others long before she learned to comfort herself. The child who fixed everyone grew into the woman who finally broke.
“He Touched Her Like She Was a Body, Not a Being”
She wasn’t a moment of pleasure — she was a soul carrying history. But he only reached for what he could take, not who she truly was.
“My First Time Wasn’t Mine”
She didn’t step into womanhood — she was pushed. Consent was never taught, so survival became her language.
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