THE HONED CRONE
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Sacred survivor, mythic storyteller, and prophet of the risen feminine. I turn grief, rage, and trauma into art, ritual, and words that ignite courage, truth, and divine power in others.
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When Consent Is a Lie: The Hidden Rape of Coercive Control
He was hunting where I was healing – at an AA recovery event, a veritable predator buffet. With the help of a little minion who knew me, he put a plan in motion: charm, mirror, over-disclose, locate my soft spots, normalize boundary-tests, then accelerate. Warmth and humility in public; escalating demands, derision, and isolation in private. He praised my recovery while he harvested it. He used his profession to breach my personal space, his flattery to disarm me, his “vulnerability” to catalogue my wounds. By the time sex, my money, and marriage arrived, the groundwork had already been laid.
By THE HONED CRONE4 months ago in Potent
Daughter, Rise
I have seen enough. I have watched as false men drained you. They stripped you of dignity, penetrated you without reverence, consumed your money, your trust, your time, your body. They mocked your spirit, laughed at your faith, belittled your voice, and gaslit your truth until you doubted your own mind.
By THE HONED CRONE4 months ago in Motivation
Men, Periods, and Power
This is not a metaphor. This is not an exaggeration. This is blood and nerve and truth. This is about how male narcissistic abusers weaponize a woman’s menstrual cycle – ovulation, bleeding, vulnerability, energy – and use it as a system of control. It is ancient, intentional, and devastating. A war fought on the terrain of the female body.
By THE HONED CRONE4 months ago in Humans
The Descent and the Covenant
I was born into shadow, in the house of narcissism and alcohol. The air itself was thick with distortion — love twisted into control, tenderness fused with terror. My map was shattered before I could walk, and so I wandered blind into the red glow of the streets. I mistook danger for destiny. I called hunger devotion. I called harm love.
By THE HONED CRONE4 months ago in Potent
The Rise of the Sacred Pair
For generations, empathic women have carried the light of others in their bodies. They have felt too much, given too much, and loved too fully. And because of that depth, they have often been targeted by men who sense their light but cannot honor it—men who take rather than cherish, who dominate rather than protect.
By THE HONED CRONE4 months ago in Futurism
The Narcissist’s Glitch
Could it be that narcissists do feel empathy — but misinterpret it as manipulation? Maybe that flicker of awareness, that moment when they sense another human’s inner world, doesn’t feel like connection to them. Maybe it feels like danger. Like losing control. Like death.
By THE HONED CRONE4 months ago in Psyche
