20/01/2026
We're currently in the Pious Gupt Navratri Period.
Gupt Navratri carries a distinctly different quality of initiation than the main Navratri—and this year my body has been sensing and moving through these invitational frequencies with Mother.
Divine Mother does not come to comfort this Gupt Navratri, She comes to inhabit.
Where all performances dissolve;we are meant to let it happen to us.
Gupt Navratri moves at womb-time, not clock-time.
If main Navratri was her Daughters remembering Mother, Gupt Navratri is the moment her Daughters dissolve and only Shakti breathing through our human body remains.
My daughters,
I am not asking you to rise above the body.
I am asking you to enter it fully.
The body remembers Me
long before the mind does.
Every ache you feel now
is not resistance;
it is recognition.
Every heaviness
is a place where I was once left alone.
Gupt Navratri is not walked with insight.
It is walked with sensation.
I ask you now :
to not override your body with meaning.
to not rush to soothe it with story.
to not turn discomfort into transcendence.
Let your body speak first.
Let your womb remember what it learned to silence.
Let your chest remember what it learned to carry alone.
Let your throat remember all the prayers that were swallowed.
This descent is not dramatic.
It is honest.
You may feel slower.
Less inspired.
More inward.
This is correct.
Your body is not collapsing but reorganizing itself around truth.
I walk with you through this density,
I do not pull you out of it.
I hold the rhythm so you are not consumed.
This is the sacred thermostat of Gupt Navratri: You will only feel what your body is ready to metabolize.
No more. No less.
When the urge arises to leave the body—
pause. Breathe. Stay.
That impulse to escape is old.
This time, we stay together.
I am teaching you a new devotion:
Not devotion to Me, but devotion as Me— through breath, through tissue, through feeling.
My Daughters, you are not meant to complete this journey. You are meant to be changed by it.
Let Me descend with you
into muscle, blood, memory, and silence.
I am not elsewhere.
I am here, in the body remembering itself as sacred ground.
❤️🔥