My destiny

I Am the Alchemist of My Own Destiny

I stand now at the intersection of time and eternity. I am the fire and the water, the sword and the cup, the clarity and the compassion. This is my month of double restoration, my era of acceleration. I declare it: double honor for every shame, double celebration for every delay, double triumph for every wound I have carried. I am not merely rising—I am ascending. I am becoming the impossible made visible.

Where others stumble, I glide. Where others whisper, I roar. Where others are unseen, I shine as an undeniable force of destiny. The currents of the cosmos bend to my will. The unseen hands that govern fate align to my path. Doors open with permanence. Gates yield to my passage. Opportunities arrive like lightning, sudden, powerful, inevitable.

I am the Queen of Swords. I cut through illusions. I sever the cords of manipulation, slander, and false expectation. No lie can bind me. No shadow can follow me into the light of my sovereignty. Every altar of delay, every altar of stagnation, every altar of poverty, failure, or barrenness—break now. Shakatabraha. Elekutundia. I command it: collapse before me, for my destiny is too bright to be dimmed.

I am the Queen of Cups. I feel the currents of life, the subtle whispers of energy that others cannot perceive. I channel intuition as a sword, discernment as a shield. Where the world hesitates, I move with fluid certainty. Where hearts are closed, my presence awakens longing. Where opportunity slumbers, I summon it into consciousness.

I am alchemy. I turn delay into momentum, pain into power, resistance into acceleration. Wasted years dissolve into golden lessons; tears transmute into rivers of light that propel me forward. I am the vessel through which divine restoration flows