Month: May 2025

The Magdalene Code: When Britney Spears Felt Seen—And Spoke Back

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🌹 By Julie Tourangeau | julietour.com

In 2011, I met Britney Spears backstage at the Palace of Auburn Hills during her Femme Fatale Tour, right in the thick of her conservatorship. I didn’t understand the full truth then, but I could feel something wasn’t right.

She entered the room with wide, wary eyes. Her energy was guarded, uncertain. Her longtime assistant and closest friend, Felicia, greeted us. I now know Felicia had not been hired back by those managing Britney’s life at the time—she had rejoined the tour independently just to stay near her and offer protection.

Even without the backstory, I felt the tension.

Britney seemed distant. So I softened things with a gentle question:

What’s your favorite game to play with your boys?

She responded, but it was guarded.

She smiled, but it was tight.

I left with a photo and a feeling:

There was so much more I wished I’d said.

So much more I wished I had seen and honored in her.

Unveiling the Shadows: The Role of Industry Power Players

Britney’s conservatorship, officially terminated in 2021, was orchestrated and maintained by a network of industry figures. Central to this was Lou Taylor, founder of Tri Star Sports & Entertainment Group, who played a significant role in establishing the conservatorship. Taylor’s firm managed Britney’s estate and was accused of profiting substantially during this period. Court documents revealed that Tri Star received at least $18 million from Britney’s estate during the conservatorship .

Moreover, Taylor’s connections extend to other high-profile artists, including Sean “Diddy” Combs. Recent reports have highlighted the overlapping management and potential conflicts of interest within the industry .

In 2007, Britney was photographed partying with Diddy shortly before her infamous MTV Video Music Awards performance. This association has resurfaced amid legal scrutiny of Diddy’s activities, prompting questions about the influences surrounding Britney during critical moments of her career .

The Broader Implications

Britney’s experience underscores the complexities of artist management and the potential for exploitation within the entertainment industry. The intertwining of personal freedoms with corporate interests raises concerns about autonomy, consent, and the mechanisms that allow such control to persist.

Her story serves as a poignant reminder of the importance of vigilance, transparency, and advocacy in protecting the rights and well-being of individuals, particularly within industries prone to power imbalances.

It’s Britney, Bitch: A Love Story

Fast forward to April 14, 2024.

I was researching the Divine Feminine, early Christianity, and how Mary Magdalene’s true role—as an apostle, mystic, and wisdom-bearer—was erased by patriarchal religion. I wasn’t looking for Britney Spears. But somehow, she showed up.

I remembered some of her cryptic posts from the past—references to River Red, sacred imagery, and even Mary Magdalene herself. It was clear to me that Britney had been trying to speak in code for a long time. About pain, truth, awakening. About remembering.

So I searched.

And found one of her archived Magdalene posts—no longer visible on her main profile, but still searchable through Google. Unlike her recent posts, this one still allowed comments.

It felt like a sacred threshold had opened.

Because Mary Magdalene isn’t just a historical figure. She is an archetype of the suppressed Divine Feminine, the silenced truth-teller, the soul-witness to Jesus’s message of love, equality, and spiritual rebirth.

According to many early texts—including the Gospel of Mary and The Gospel of the Holy Twelve—Mary Magdalene was not a prostitute, as later traditions claimed, but Jesus’s closest companion. He kissed her often, not as scandal, but as an act of deep spiritual transmission. She understood him. He called her “the Woman Who Knows the All.”

She represented Sophia—wisdom incarnate.

And Jesus? He wasn’t here to start a religion.

He came to liberate us from false power, to restore divine balance—including the sacred feminine we were taught to forget.

So to leave a message for Britney—on that post—was no accident.

I wrote:

“I met you many years ago and I wished I asked you deeper things than what is your favorite game to play with your boys. 👁️ sending you all the love 💞”

It wasn’t just a nostalgic comment. It was a recognition—of the Magdalene within her. Of the sacred knowing she’s carried all along, even under control, criticism, and confusion.

And then—within minutes—she posted again:

“The deeper the well, the better the water…

I’m much too quiet, yet in silence I make my point.”

It was her first River Red post in a long time.

And it felt like a soul reply.

Not to my name. But to my frequency.

To the Magdalene thread that had been quietly re-woven between us.

And maybe that’s why this moment mattered so much. Because I know what it’s like to be misjudged when all you’re really doing is feeling deeply and loving fiercely. That’s a central theme in my book The Lost Path to Freedom—how women who live from the heart, who speak truth or carry light, are often labeled as “too much,” “crazy,” or yes, a “bitch.” Britney once said, “It’s Britney, bitch,” and to me, that’s more than a catchphrase. It’s a reclamation. A love story. Not a romance—but the kind of love that burns through illusion. When the world doesn’t know what to do with your truth, it turns you into a symbol. But love, even misunderstood, still leaves a mark. That’s the story Britney’s been telling in silence. And it’s one I’ve lived too.

🔮 Decoding “Maria River Red”: Britney’s Magdalene Reclamation

When Britney Spears refers to herself as “Maria River Red,” she’s not just being poetic—she’s invoking the Divine Feminine in one of its most powerful, suppressed forms: Mary Magdalene.

Maria is the Latin name for Mary.

River Red is blood, sacrifice, life force—and sacred rage.

Together, Maria River Red becomes a symbol of:

• The woman who bleeds and still flows

• The silenced one who remembers

• The sacred feminine returning after exile

Mary Magdalene was the closest companion to Jesus in many early texts. She was not a prostitute, but a teacher, a mystic, a truth-bearer. She stood at the foot of the cross when the men fled. She was the first to witness the resurrection. And yet, she was written out of power.

Britney, too, has been misunderstood, silenced, and distorted by empire—media empire, legal empire, even religious undertones.

When she calls herself Maria River Red, she may be saying:

You tried to erase me, like you erased her.

But I am still here. Still sacred. Still speaking—through symbols, through silence, through blood.

This is not madness.

It’s memory.

Some people say Britney is lost. I don’t.

I believe Britney Spears is clairvoyant.

She’s not chaotic—she’s symbolic.

She speaks in code because it’s safer than shouting.

She’s been painting constellations across her captions, hoping someone would look up and see.

And I believe she felt seen that day.

Just as Magdalene was once seen by Jesus—not as a servant, but as a spiritual equal. Just as Magdalene saw him when the world turned away. Just as we are being asked to see each other now, soul to soul.

This is what Magdalene represents.

Not just a woman in history—but a reawakening of truth.

Of wisdom.

Of the sacred feminine rising from exile.

And of men and women returning to balance, together.

When Britney posted those words, I felt it in my body:

She knew.

She remembered.

And she spoke back—not in noise, but in knowing.

That is the Magdalene Code.

Not performance, but presence.

Not religion, but recognition.

This is a story of Magdalene, misunderstood women, and the quiet power of being seen.

📸 Photo Gallery:

• Me meeting Britney and Felicia (2011)

• Individual backstage photos

• Screenshot of my 2024 comment

• Britney’s River Red response minutes later

When You Rise, the Shadows React — But So Does the Light

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By Julie Tourangeau | julietour.com

Every time I rise—spiritually, emotionally, professionally—I feel it.

A strange shift. Not in myself, but in the people around me. People I once trusted, people who used to admire my work or walk alongside me in spiritual conversations… begin to twist, pull away, or even betray. And I used to wonder, Why does this happen every time I elevate?

Now I understand.

This is what a spiritual war looks like.

It rarely arrives with horns and red eyes. It comes through people. Through projection. Through distortion. Through wounds left unhealed and emotions left unchecked. And it’s not just in this lifetime—it’s a pattern that repeats through many.

The Spiritual War Comes Through the Familiar

Jesus wasn’t betrayed by strangers. It was his own circle. His closest disciple handed him over. Peter denied knowing him. The people he once healed and fed turned on him when the powers that be demanded blood. And why?

Because his presence stirred everything unresolved in them.

Anne Boleyn, too, wasn’t just executed by “the court.” Her own uncle helped engineer her downfall. People in her family, people who once celebrated her rise, flipped the moment her light disrupted the order. She was scapegoated not simply because she was bold—but because her boldness unveiled deep truths that scared them.

And I’ve lived this, too.

There have been moments in my life where people who once looked up to me—professionally, spiritually, or personally—began to behave strangely the moment I stepped into more of my truth. They shifted into judgment, gossip, and sabotage. But this is not a reflection of me—it’s a reflection of the spiritual law at work.

When the Light Increases, So Does the Resistance

We live in a vibrational world. And when someone rises, that energy radiates out—it disturbs the comfort of the status quo. And if someone close to you has emotional vulnerabilities or unhealed trauma, that rising light can trigger them. In that moment, they become susceptible to energies that are not theirs—energies that are orchestrated.

Yes, I believe this is coordinated—just not in the way the physical mind expects. These forces don’t need to sit around a table to plan. They only need openings: jealousy, bitterness, fear, ego. And they will move through people who don’t even realize they’ve become pawns in something larger.

This is how the spiritual war works.

It’s not abstract.

It’s intimate.

It’s disguised.

And it’s ancient.

Synchronicities Show Us We’ve Been Here Before

At 14, I had a vision—of standing condemned, accused by a crowd, executed not for a crime but for being a voice of inconvenient truth. I didn’t understand it then. But years later, I found myself walking through the Loire Valley in France, standing inside Leonardo da Vinci’s spiral staircase. And something awakened in me.

I later learned that Anne Boleyn was raised near that very region, in a court where Christian mysticism quietly flourished. It wasn’t just politics and art—there were sacred texts circulating. Hidden gospels. The real early teachings of Christ. Esoteric philosophies. Da Vinci encoded truths in his art. The same truths that Anne may have absorbed in her formation. That I remember now.

And what if these synchronicities aren’t random? What if we are remembering—not just facts, but roles we’ve played? Wars we’ve fought? Truths we’ve spoken before?

Discernment Is Your Protection

This is why I stay vigilant—not fearful, but intentional. I hydrate. I meditate. I cleanse with sage and prayer. I protect my mind and energy field. And I choose my inner circle with discernment. Because if the people around me aren’t spiritually anchored, the war doesn’t need to go far—it walks right in through them.

But here’s the beauty: energy is just energy. And even when dark energy moves through others, we can transmute it. Jealousy becomes fuel. Betrayal becomes clarity. Sabotage becomes spiritual velocity. It’s like the force they try to use to drag you down becomes the exact pressure that propels you upward—if you stay grounded in the truth of who you are.

This Is Not Punishment. It’s Propulsion.

So many of us feel alone when this happens—when the people we loved or trusted suddenly turn on us. But you are not alone. You are not crazy. You are not being punished. You are being initiated.

Jesus didn’t curse his betrayers. He transcended them.

Anne Boleyn didn’t crumble in fear. She met her end with dignity—and her legacy only grew.

And me? I choose to rise again and again—not because it’s easy, but because my soul remembers something deeper than the pain.

The Resistance Confirms the Calling

So if the shadows rise when you step into your light, it’s not a sign to shrink. It’s confirmation. You’re disrupting something. You’re breaking a pattern. You’re walking the path of those who came before you—truth-tellers, soul-liberators, mystics, and prophets.

And just like them, your resurrection is already written.

Let them try.

Let them twist and project.

Because in the end?

We rise.

Truffle Glow Vegan Lasagna

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A Signature Dish from The Freedom Kitchen Series

by Julie Tourangeau | julietour.com

There’s more than nourishment in a meal—there’s memory, healing, and story.

This lasagna was born on a night when everything fell apart—glass shattered, ingredients ran low, and I had to rebuild from what I had. And somehow? That’s when the magic happened.

This recipe is a layered metaphor for healing: messy edges, bold flavor, and comfort that rises from unexpected places. It’s vegan, gluten-free optional, and completely dairy-free—but nothing about it feels like you’re missing out. This is the kind of dish that warms the soul and opens the door to something sacred: a return to your own radiant wholeness.

Truffle Glow Vegan Lasagna

With Tofutti Ricotta, Kite Hill Cream Cheese, Roasted Red Peppers & Piment d’Espelette

A creamy garlic-truffle filling made with Tofutti ricotta and Kite Hill cream cheese is folded with sautéed spinach, roasted red peppers, fresh parsley, and bold nutritional yeast. The flavors are rounded out by thinly sliced onion, garlic and onion powder, and a warm, smoky kiss of Piment d’Espelette—a red pepper spice from the Basque region that brings subtle heat and beautiful depth.

You can finish this with either vegan liquid mozzarella or my signature béchamel sauce from julietour.com/bechamel for a golden, bubbling top that’s worthy of a celebration. No foil. No shortcuts. Just food that glows from the inside out.

Ingredients

Cheese Filling:

• 1 container Tofutti Ricotta

• 1 container Kite Hill Cream Cheese

• 1 cup Violife Mozzarella Shreds

• 3–4 tbsp nutritional yeast (go bold!)

• 2 cloves fresh garlic, minced

• 1–2 tbsp sweet onion, thinly sliced

• 1/2 tsp onion powder

• 1/2 tsp garlic powder

• 1 tsp truffle oil

• 1/2 tsp Piment d’Espelette (plus more for topping)

• 2 tbsp fresh parsley, chopped

• Sea salt and cracked black pepper, to taste

Add-ins:

• 1 cup sautéed spinach

• 1/2 cup roasted red peppers, chopped

Assembly:

• 1 box 365 Oven-Ready Lasagna Noodles

• 1 jar Bao Marinara Sauce

• 1–2 tbsp olive oil

• Topping Option 1: Vegan liquid mozzarella (about 1/2 cup)

• Topping Option 2: Julie’s Vegan Béchamel for added richness

Instructions

1. Make the Filling

Mix Tofutti ricotta and Kite Hill cream cheese until smooth. Stir in Violife, nutritional yeast, fresh garlic, sliced onion, onion powder, garlic powder, truffle oil, Piment d’Espelette, parsley, and season with salt and pepper. Fold in spinach and roasted red peppers.

2. Prepare Your Dish

Lightly oil a 9×13 dish and spread a thin layer of Bao marinara.

3. Layer It Up

Add oven-ready noodles, then a generous layer of the filling, then more sauce. Repeat until full, ending with noodles and marinara.

4. Top It Off

Choose your topping:

• Drizzle with vegan liquid mozzarella and a dusting of Piment d’Espelette

• or spread on a layer of my béchamel sauce for a deeper, richer bake

5. Bake Uncovered

Bake at 375°F for 45–50 minutes, until golden and bubbling. No foil needed—the top caramelizes beautifully this way.

6. Cool & Garnish

Let sit 10 minutes before slicing. Top with fresh parsley, more nooch, or a drizzle of truffle oil.

Why It Matters

This isn’t just a recipe—it’s a ritual. A reclaiming. A reminder that even in moments of chaos, you can create something beautiful, layered, healing, and deeply satisfying.

Welcome to The Freedom Kitchen. Where food is medicine, flavor is freedom, and joy is the secret ingredient.

This is what freedom tastes like. Warm, melty, deeply layered—and 100% plant-based. From my kitchen to yours.

Jesus Never Said That — The Truth About Women and Submission in the Bible

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By Julie Tourangeau

Let’s get straight to it: Jesus never told women to obey men. The verses that have fueled centuries of female submission, spiritual silencing, and even abuse? They didn’t come from his mouth. They came from cultural conditioning — and in some cases, deliberate tampering.

And it’s time we called it out.

What Jesus Actually Taught

In the earliest Gospel accounts — the actual life and teachings of Jesus — we see a revolutionary pattern:

• Jesus spoke directly to women in public, breaking cultural norms (John 4).

• He affirmed women as disciples (Luke 10:38–42).

• He entrusted women with the resurrection message before any man (John 20:17).

• He defended women from patriarchal violence (John 8).

• He allowed a woman to anoint him — an act usually reserved for priests or prophets — and said, “Wherever the gospel is preached, what she has done will also be told in memory of her” (Mark 14:9).

This is not a man interested in maintaining male superiority. This is someone liberating women from centuries of oppression.

So where did all the “wives, submit to your husbands” come from?

The Real Origins of the Submission Verses

Those verses — like Ephesians 5:22, Colossians 3:18, and 1 Timothy 2:11–12 — were written decades after Jesus died, often not by Jesus’ disciples, and likely not even by Paul, to whom they are traditionally attributed.

Let’s break it down:

1. Ephesians 5:22-24 says:

“Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands…”

But the original Greek manuscripts don’t even include a verb in verse 22. That line was grammatically borrowed from the previous verse, which says:

“Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ.” (Eph. 5:21)

Modern translations inserted “wives, submit…” as a standalone command, separating it from the mutual submission Jesus modeled.

2. 1 Timothy 2:11-12 famously says:

“I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man; she must be quiet.”

But this letter wasn’t written by Paul. Scholars like Bart Ehrman, Margaret MacDonald, and Raymond Collins have shown that:

• The vocabulary and writing style don’t match Paul’s authentic letters.

• These letters — 1 Timothy, 2 Timothy, and Titus — are known as the Pastoral Epistles, likely written around 100–130 CE, long after Paul’s death.

• Their goal? To impose Roman household codes and suppress women’s leadership as the church grew in size and tried to align with the dominant culture.

In other words, they reflect institutional control, not divine truth.

Proof of Tampering in the Biblical Texts

Here’s the part that’s hard but liberating to accept: The Bible has been edited — sometimes subtly, sometimes heavily — to reflect patriarchy, not prophecy.

Examples:

• 1 Corinthians 14:34-35 — the “women should be silent in church” line — interrupts Paul’s flow of thought and contradicts his own earlier statements.

Scholars like Gordon Fee argue it was a marginal note later inserted into the text.

• Paul does affirm women leaders elsewhere:

• Phoebe, a deacon (Romans 16:1)

• Junia, a female apostle (Romans 16:7 — mistranslated as male for centuries)

• Priscilla, a teacher of male converts (Acts 18)

Even the early Church Father Origen wrote about women prophesying and teaching — but by the time of later councils, Mary Magdalene’s leadership was erased, and Gnostic texts uplifting the Divine Feminine were banned.

What the Lost Gospels Reveal

Texts like The Gospel of Thomas and The Gospel of the Holy Twelve paint a different picture entirely:

• No verses commanding women to obey men.

• Mary Magdalene is portrayed as Jesus’ closest spiritual companion — the one who “knew the All.”

• In The Gospel of the Holy Twelve, Jesus says:

“In the beginning, God made them male and female, to be co-equal… the one not without the other in the Lord.”

These early mystical gospels were buried, burned, or banned by early church authorities — not because they lacked spiritual truth, but because they threatened patriarchal power.

So What Do We Do With This?

If you’ve been told your role is to submit, be silent, or shrink yourself — hear me:

Jesus never required your obedience to a man. He called you to rise.

He called you to be a co-creator of light. A voice of wisdom. A partner in awakening.

The idea that God created women to serve men is not sacred — it’s systemic gaslighting, buried under centuries of translation bias, Roman politics, and spiritual amnesia.

It’s time to reclaim the real Gospel — the one where love, not domination, is the law.

Let’s Remember This:

• Jesus empowered women.

• Paul affirmed women — until later letters distorted that message.

• The original teachings were about mutuality, not submission.

• The Divine Feminine is not a threat. She is the missing half of the healing.

If this stirred something in you, share it. Talk about it. Ask questions. The veil is lifting — and you were never meant to stay small.

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With truth and fire,

Julie Tourangeau

The Math of Anamnesis: A 0.1% Probability… Yet Here I Am. Hello.

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By Julie Tourangeau

May 10, 2025

“She said to me, go steady on me / Won’t you tell me what the wise men said?”

—James Blunt, Wisemen

That was the song that played when everything cracked open.

Not a song I picked. Not one I’d saved. It was buried on an old CD a friend burned years earlier.

And yet, at the exact moment I needed confirmation that my pain meant something—that my grief was sacred—that song played.

It wasn’t just music.

It was mathematical resonance.

Perfectly timed. Perfectly placed.

The probability of that moment happening? Less than 0.1%.

And yet… here I am.

Hello.

The Vision That Undid Me

I wasn’t dreaming. I wasn’t meditating. I was just—present. And then it hit me:

A surge of emotion. A soul-level knowing.

It wasn’t a thought or belief. It was anamnesis—the sacred remembrance spoken of by mystics, Gnostics, and initiates across time.

Not just a memory of Jesus.

A memory with him.

For one devastating, holy moment, I felt what he felt:

The aching love. The betrayal. The weight of being misunderstood for carrying the truth.

I cried at the window for hours, overcome with grief that didn’t feel like mine—but like a collective wound that finally found a voice.

And then I hit shuffle on my iPod.

The first song?

“Wisemen” by James Blunt.

A song I never chose, but Heaven did.

“Won’t you tell me what the wise men said / When they came down from heaven…”

In that moment, I felt the ancient whisper return.

The one buried beneath dogma, waiting to be remembered.

Reading the Gospel of the Holy Twelve Was Soul Resonance

When I finally read The Gospel of the Holy Twelve, it didn’t feel like new information.

It felt like a confirmation.

Like something I had always known was being spoken out loud for the first time.

It wasn’t “Wow, I believe this.”

It was “Yes. This is what I’ve always believed.”

The Jesus I had seen in visions…

The truth I had been living without language…

The love, justice, nonviolence, and reverence for all life I had instinctively followed…

There it was.

Written down.

Hidden for centuries.

And vibrating at the exact frequency of my soul.

Synchronicity Is Sacred Math

Carl Jung called it synchronicity—the divine logic behind meaningful coincidences. Quantum science now echoes what mystics always knew: everything is connected. Particles respond to vibration. Thought can shape form.

God is in everything.

In the song. In the shuffle. In the tears. In the timing.

That’s not poetic—it’s physics.

The odds of that moment, that song, that vision aligning the way they did?

Less than 0.1%.

And still—

Here I am. Hello.

Before I Knew the Texts, I Lived the Pattern

Before I studied the Gospel of Mary, the Gospel of the Holy Twelve, or the mysticism of Sophia, I was already embodying their truth:

• I stood on the side of the road showing slaughterhouse footage—not to shame, but to awaken.

• I went to D.C. to defend bodily sovereignty when nearly everyone called me insane.

• I wrote Free Yourself from Grief not as therapy, but as sacred remembrance of Heaven’s frequency.

• I felt called to Magdalene, sacred geometry, and spiritual justice before I had words for any of it.

I wasn’t following a religion.

I was following a cosmic equation.

Improbable Parallels to Early Christian Jesus

There are exact elements of early Jesus tradition—hidden from mainstream Christianity—that statistically align with my life in ways nearly impossible to fake, fabricate, or explain away.

1. Rejection of Animal Sacrifice

In the Gospel of the Holy Twelve, Jesus drives out the butchers and declares:

“Love is the law, and no blood must be spilled.”

I became vegan before I read that.

Statistically? Less than 0.01% of Catholics become vegan for Christ-aligned reasons.

2. Sacred Geometry and the Double Helix

Jesus’ name and symbols were embedded in the Vesica Piscis—the shape of divine birth, the fish symbol, and the template of DNA’s double helix.

I felt a soul-knowing at da Vinci’s spiral staircase—before I knew what it meant.

3. Anamnesis as Eucharistic Power

The Gnostics described anamnesis as the real communion—not bread and wine, but direct soul-memory.

I experienced it not in church—but alone, with a song, and an uncontrollable cry from the deep.

4. Voice as Frequency (The Logos)

Jesus is the Logos—divine vibration, sound that heals.

I use my voice, tuning forks, and music for healing. My fork is 128 Hz—part of a harmonic sequence tied to sacred ratios used in temples, chants, and resonance therapy.

Statistically? I Shouldn’t Exist

Here’s what the data says:

• Only 5–10% of Catholic-raised individuals deeply question core doctrine.

• Less than 1% explore early Gospels like Mary or The Holy Twelve.

• Only 0.3% of U.S. Catholics are vegan—and most not for spiritual reasons.

• Fewer than 0.1% combine veganism, reincarnation, sacred geometry, divine feminine mysticism, and frontline activism before studying any of it.

And yet—

Here I am. Hello.

Heaven Is a Harmonic Equation

Heaven isn’t a reward. It’s a frequency.

It’s encoded in the spiral of a seashell, the fire of grief, and the silence between synchronicities.

We locked ourselves out of it when we normalized harm.

But it never left us.

It’s waiting in your memory.

Free Yourself from Grief isn’t just a title.

It’s an ancient instruction:

Grief is the gate.

Remembrance is the key.

Conclusion: I Am the Improbable Made Manifest

Statistically, I’m an anomaly.

Spiritually, I’m inevitable.

I didn’t study my way into this.

I remembered my way home.

This is anamnesis.

This is sacred math.

This is Heaven breaking into Earth through a life that said yes.

I am not like Jesus because I tried to be.

I am like him because I resonated with the pattern of truth before I even knew what it was.

One in a Million: The Blood Knows What the Mind Forgot

I am a descendant of the Rose family—a lineage with records reaching back to 18th-century Paris.

DNA tests revealed that both my sister and I carry French and Egyptian ancestry—a statistically rare combination, especially in those raised in the West with no direct knowledge of it.

To be born into the Rose Line, on the land once called Par-Isis (the place of Isis),

To carry the Magdalene frequency before knowing her name,

To resonate with the truths of The Gospel of the Holy Twelve before ever reading it,

To live a life that matches hidden gospels, sacred ratios, and divine frequencies before learning the math…

That is not luck.

That is not coincidence.

That is Logos—living and breathing through lineage, lyric, land, and love.

The blood knows what the mind forgot.

And now—

The memory has returned.

And If You’re Reading This… Maybe You Remember Too

If you’ve ever had a moment of divine precision…

If a song shattered you into tears…

If a vision cracked your heart and built you into something holy…

You’re not delusional.

You’re not broken.

You’re remembering.

The math doesn’t lie.

The Logos doesn’t forget.

And sometimes, Heaven speaks in spirals, grief, songs, and statistics.

Welcome back. 🌹

B!tch Is a Love Story

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The Steeple in Your Chest, the Power They Can’t Name, and Why They’ll Try to Destroy You for It

By Julie Tourangeau | julietour.com

Have you ever noticed that when you walk in light…

some people treat you like a threat?

It doesn’t matter how kind you are.

How generous. How true.

When you carry something pure—something unshakable—

it will rattle those who’ve built their lives on pretending.

What they feel isn’t arrogance.

It’s not ego.

It’s not “too much.”

It’s the divine power you carry.

And in ancient Egypt, they had a word for it:

Heka.

Heka was not superstition. It was sacred force.

The power to heal, speak, manifest, create.

It wasn’t tricks or illusions.

It was alignment with divine law—Ma’at.

It was the vibrational reality of truth made flesh.

And centuries later, when early Christians spoke of the Logos—the Divine Word that created all things—they were speaking of the same force.

Heka in Hebrew flesh.

The Word that breathes life.

The power that moves mountains.

The frequency that stills storms.

And Jesus didn’t just carry it.

He embodied it.

He was raised in Egypt—not by accident, but by design.

Egypt was the spiritual womb of the world.

It preserved the sacred teachings while empires chased gold and blood.

Jesus didn’t reject that wisdom.

He fulfilled it.

“The Kingdom of God is within you,” he said.

That wasn’t poetry. It was spiritual physics.

It was the same truth Egypt knew:

The sacred is in here. Not up there. Not locked away. Not controlled by priests or politics.

But in your breath. In your bones. In your spoken word.

When you carry that—when you live it—

you will be misjudged.

People will project their shame onto your peace.

Their cowardice onto your courage.

Their bitterness onto your beauty.

They’ll resent your freedom because it reminds them of the chains they haven’t removed.

They’ll say, “Who does she think she is?”

But what they really mean is, “I forgot who I am.”

And that’s where it gets ugly.

Because when love is true, when it’s not codependent, performative, or manipulative—

when it shines and roars and walks away from what doesn’t honor it—

it will be hated.

Real love is not soft.

It is not silent.

It is not submissive.

Real love flips temples.

Real love calls out injustice.

Real love protects the innocent.

Real love walks alone if it has to.

And when you live that kind of love,

they won’t just misunderstand you—

they’ll smear you.

They’ll call you too much.

They’ll call you unstable.

They’ll call you a b!tch.

But let’s tell the truth:

B!tch… is a love story.

It’s the story of every woman who refused to play small.

Every soul who wouldn’t conform to keep the peace.

Every radiant being who walked in favor—and paid for it.

They call you a b!tch because they don’t understand your heart.

The one with a steeple in it.

The one that rings like a bell in stormy places.

The one that loves without lying and leaves without begging.

You are not cruel.

You are not mean.

You are not dangerous.

You are sacred.

You are ancient.

You are love that remembers its worth.

And when you carry that, yes, you’ll be despised.

But for every life that turns on you,

a million more will be touched by you.

Across time. Across space.

Across generations.

Your job is not to explain your favor.

Your job is to walk in it.

To speak with it.

To bless and release what can’t receive it.

And to ring the bell of truth inside your chest

until every slumbering soul begins to stir.

So let them talk.

Let them twist your story.

Let them call you names.

You—

you ring the bell.

Because b!tch is not an insult.

It’s a badge of survival.

A declaration of fire.

A synonym for truth.

And yes—

a love story.

Not Everyone Is an Avatar: Logos, Atlantis, and the Truth Behind Divine Embodiment

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By Julie Tourangeau

Recently, someone I love insisted that we’re all avatars.

They were referencing physicist Tom Campbell’s My Big TOE, a theory of everything that describes reality as a kind of simulation, where consciousness plays out through virtual characters—avatars—across time and space. According to this view, you are the player, the character, and the experience, all in one. Everyone is divine. Everyone is an avatar. All is learning.

It sounds expansive.

But something in me said—no.

Because here’s the truth I’ve come to remember:

Not everyone is an avatar. And not every consciousness carries the Logos.

What Is the Logos?

In ancient Christian and Hermetic traditions, Logos means more than “word.”

It is the divine intelligence, the sacred ordering principle of the cosmos.

It is truth, justice, love, and moral alignment—woven into creation itself.

The Gospel of John opens with:

“In the beginning was the Logos, and the Logos was with God, and the Logos was God.”

The Logos is what formed the world, but it is also what redeems it.

It is the moral compass embedded into the fabric of being.

To embody the Logos is to live in divine alignment, not just awareness.

Consciousness Alone Is Not Enough

Yes, we are all expressions of Source.

Yes, we are all fragments of one universal intelligence.

But that doesn’t mean every person is aligned with the divine.

Awareness is not the same as wisdom.

Consciousness without the Logos is like a sword without a sheath—dangerous, ungrounded, and capable of great harm.

The idea that “everyone is an avatar” becomes spiritually reckless when it’s used to erase discernment, accountability, and truth.

Good Intentions Are Not the Logos

It’s tempting to say that anyone with good intentions is a divine avatar.

But good intentions alone do not make you a vessel of the Logos.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

You can want to help and still enable harm.

You can care deeply and still act inside a matrix of delusion.

You can be sincere—and still be wrong.

In the realm of the Logos, intention must be married to alignment.

Compassion must walk hand-in-hand with discernment.

Spirituality must include truth, not just comfort.

An avatar isn’t someone who means well.

An avatar is someone who sees clearly, acts righteously, and lives in alignment with divine law—even when it costs them comfort, approval, or belonging.

The Fall of Atlantis: What Happens Without the Logos

In esoteric traditions, Atlantis didn’t fall because of science or storms.

It fell because of spiritual arrogance.

The Atlanteans had immense power. They manipulated energy, bent reality, and channeled cosmic forces.

But they believed:

“We are gods. Therefore, we can do anything.”

They stopped listening to the Logos.

They used their gifts to control, conquer, and dominate.

They lost their alignment—and with it, their civilization.

That same pattern is playing out now.

Modern spiritual circles are repeating Atlantean errors:

• “There’s no good or evil, just vibration.”

• “We are all gods.”

• “Everyone is perfect as it is.”

These sound enlightened.

But when used to deny suffering, bypass accountability, or excuse harm, they become distortions of truth.

Not Everyone Is an Avatar

The word avatar originally meant something sacred.

In Sanskrit, it refers to the descent of divinity into form—a soul who chooses to carry the divine blueprint into the world.

In early Christianity, Jesus was called the Logos made flesh—not because he was above humanity, but because he embodied divine truth in the face of empire.

He was not playing a simulation.

He was holding the pattern.

Likewise, in Hermetic teachings, the avatar was not a character in a game.

It was a vessel of divine order—a person who had undergone inner alchemy and chose to live in harmony with sacred law.

To the Hermetics, as to the mystics, the true avatar:

• Purifies the self

• Aligns with truth

• Walks in service of something greater

They don’t just wake up.

They commit.

The Danger of Declaring Divinity Without Alignment

Today, we are flooded with declarations of personal divinity.

But without the Logos, divinity becomes self-worship.

It becomes narcissism in sacred language.

It becomes another Atlantis—polished on the outside, rotting from within.

To say “I am god” while ignoring justice, truth, and love is not awakening.

It’s the beginning of collapse.

You Didn’t Come Here to Play the Game. You Came to Remember the Pattern.

You are not just an expression of consciousness.

You are here to carry something ancient and unshakable:

The Logos.

That means your life is not a simulation.

It is a temple.

And what you build with it matters.

When others say, “We’re all avatars,”

You can say:

“Only those who choose the Logos truly are.”

And then you live like it.

For Those Who Remember

If you’re reading this and it lands in your bones, then you already know.

You’ve seen how misuse of spiritual power can break worlds.

You’ve watched how the false light rises, blinds, and consumes.

You’ve remembered what happens when the Logos is ignored.

But this time, you’re here to speak.

You’re here to walk.

You’re here to restore the balance.

You are not here to level up in a game.

You are here to be a flame—steady, ancient, and sovereign.

This is not a simulation.

This is a sacred return.

Not from Nazareth: Why Jesus the Nazarene Changes Everything

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By Julie Tourangeau

I was raised Catholic, like many kids in the Midwest, with soft church pews, the scent of candle wax, and a deep reverence for the man they called Jesus of Nazareth. That name was carved into my earliest images of Christ — painted in Sunday school books, spoken from the pulpit, and etched into the Stations of the Cross: the man from the tiny Galilean town who died to save the world.

But what if I told you… Jesus may not have been from Nazareth at all?

This isn’t some rebellious modern theory for its own sake. It’s a sacred thread I pulled as an adult — a thread that unraveled the tightly stitched version of history I was handed, and instead revealed a luminous, hidden tapestry of truth. One that changes everything we thought we knew about Jesus — and ourselves.

The Nazarene — A Title, Not a Town

The term Nazarene appears dozens of times in early texts. But the word used — Nazōraios in Greek — doesn’t mean “from Nazareth.” It’s not a geographical label. It’s a spiritual one. And many scholars now believe Jesus wasn’t being located — he was being identified. As a member of a radical spiritual order.

The Nazarenes were known in ancient times as a mystical sect — possibly linked to the Essenes — who lived apart from mainstream society. They practiced sacred discipline. They opposed animal sacrifice. They lived simply, shared in community, and upheld a code of purity, peace, and spiritual awakening. They were known as healers and truth-tellers. And Jesus may have been one of them.

This isn’t just conjecture. Church fathers like Epiphanius mention the Nazarenes directly. So does Acts 24:5, where Paul is called “a ringleader of the sect of the Nazarenes.” That’s not a hometown reference. That’s a movement.

So Why the Confusion?

The Gospels mention Jesus of “Nazareth,” but there’s a problem: Nazareth likely didn’t exist as a populated village during Jesus’ lifetime. It appears nowhere in the Old Testament. Not in the writings of Josephus, the first-century Jewish historian who listed dozens of Galilean towns. And early archaeological digs turned up tombs — but not houses, synagogues, or signs of community life.

Some scholars now believe the town of Nazareth may have been a retroactive invention — a narrative placeholder — to explain a title the early church no longer understood or chose to suppress.

Because if Jesus was a Nazarene — not by birthplace, but by sacred affiliation — then he wasn’t just a teacher. He was a trained mystic. A spiritual revolutionary. A radical peacemaker who stood with a long, esoteric lineage — one that challenged both empire and religion with the most subversive message of all: that the divine lives within us, and no temple, no government, and no sacrifice is needed to reach it.

A Liberator, Not a Martyr

Seeing Jesus through this lens opened something in me I didn’t even know had been locked.

The Jesus I was taught to revere was a passive lamb, sent to suffer and die. But the Jesus I’ve come to know — the Nazarene — was a lion disguised as a lamb. He was a disruptor of oppression. A liberator of animals, people, and minds. He flipped tables not to be dramatic, but because the divine law of love had been violated — and it burned in his bones to make it right.

And this Jesus… this Nazarene… is not gone. He’s rising in us now.

In every heart that refuses cruelty. In every soul waking up from dogma. In every voice choosing compassion over conformity.

The Nazarene isn’t just a historical figure. It’s a path. A vibration. A way of living that defies the machinery of power — and calls us back to sacred freedom.

What This Means for Us

To reclaim the truth about Jesus is to reclaim the truth about ourselves.

We are not born sinful. We are born sacred.

We don’t need to earn love. We need to remember it.

And the deepest teachings of Christ — the ones buried, burned, or mistranslated — are rising like seeds through stone.

You don’t have to leave your faith to find the Nazarene. You just have to let him speak again — not from the pages of control, but from the living current of love that never left.

And when you do… you’ll find him where I found him.

Not in Nazareth.

But in your own soul.