To the Women Who Know There’s More

A Letter from the Throne
By Mama Tiff

There comes a moment when you stop pretending. Pretending to be fine. Pretending to be small. Pretending that your pain doesn’t matter. Pretending you’re not made of fire, silk, rage, sex, brilliance, and blood.

That moment is now.

You are not nuts. You are too much for the little boxes. And you are not late. You are a Queen - and your throne is calling.

Not the “spiritual” queen who smiles through her teeth and looks like a robot. Not the curated queen who knows how to pose. But the real one. The one who is done putting herself last. The one who is tired of being digestible. The one who would rather be whole than fracture into pieces.

Being a Queen means:

• You don’t wait to be chosen. You choose yourself.

• You stop confusing self-abandonment with love.

• You know your rage is a message, not a problem.

• You cry and don’t apologize.

• You laugh too loud. You flirt with life. You say no without a reason.

• You learn how your pain got wired - so you can rewire your power.

You stop trying to be perfect. You get honest. You get messy. You heal not to become more lovable, but because you already are.

You remember that your body is a temple. Your boundaries are sacred. Your pleasure is necessary for joy. And your decisions create your world.

This is The Queen’s Path.

It’s not a course. It’s not a program. It’s a return.

• To yourself.

• To your rhythm.

• To your sensuality.

• To your rightful power.

• To your original sovereignty - the one no man, system, story, or religion can touch.

Next year, I open this path again. There are 12 seats - not for beginners. For women who are ready to be undone and restored.

For women who want to live the rest of their lives in truth, in power, and in deep pleasure. For women who know they’re here to build a joyful life. With their bodies, their choices, their love.

If this letter made your tummy stir or your heart pound, if your breath caught or your nipples tingle, then you know. Lol.

Send me a message. Don’t wait. The throne is already warm. I’ll meet you there.

The Queen’s Path