ANCIENT STAR (@planetsamone) 's Twitter Profile
ANCIENT STAR

@planetsamone

everything she touches turns to gold

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Anahaa (@elevatewithana) 's Twitter Profile Photo

The divine feminine was never about gender. It is a current, fluid, cyclical, ancient. It is the intelligence of creation itself The spiral, the void and the rhythm that births stars and dissolves empires

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You don’t become powerful by performing it, you remember it when you stop forcing, and start listening. This energy doesn’t hustle, doesn’t conquer but it summons and draws what it desires through resonance, not control but stillness

iya ehime ora (@ehimeora) 's Twitter Profile Photo

My ancestors always knew I was meant for something more, and that’s why they pushed me. Before I didn’t understand, but supernatural blessings occur when you finally surrender.

iya ehime ora (@ehimeora) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Everyone has their own lane, the Creator made sure of this. And the more that you follow your destiny, the more clearer your path becomes.

TONI TONE (@t0nit0ne) 's Twitter Profile Photo

I’m proud of the fact I make good decisions. In work, love, the friendships I nurture, and the opportunities I embrace (or say no to). Life is a string of personal choices - each one shaping your future, and I’m grateful that my discernment rarely leads me astray.

ANCIENT STAR (@planetsamone) 's Twitter Profile Photo

I got woken up out of my sleep around 3AM to what sounded like bombs but it was a rainbow of colors and lightening in the sky 😭 never seen morning like it before

Robreauna 🍬 (@robreeezy) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Idk maybe Pursuing my degree, getting fucking money, and living a life off the internet that doesn’t need a magnifying glass every day lmao.

Fritz Von Eric (@fritzvoneric) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Sometimes I think about the people I used to let in—the ones I laughed with, trusted, maybe even loved. And then, I’ll see something. A post. A comment. A flicker of who they truly are. And it all becomes deliciously clear. Why I left. And I don’t feel sad. I feel relieved.