The Queen Who Rests: A Transmission on Being Tired

By Mama Tiff

I was filming earlier and realized you could see Eleanor behind me — the big, gorgeous dieffenbachia that’s been with me for 45 years. She was my mom’s, and she found her as a single stick in the back of a closet when I was ten. Now she lives with me, fully grown, fully alive, and fully in charge of the energy in this house. She’s a reminder of lineage, power, and the women who came before us.

And honestly? That felt like the right energy for what I’m about to share.

Because a lot of us are ending a nine‑year cycle right now, and we’re tired. Not “I need an extra cup of coffee” tired — the deep, cellular kind. The kind that shows up when you’re shifting timelines, closing chapters, breaking patterns, and trying to stay upright while life keeps asking for more.

So I pulled up a transmission I received for the women who are running on fumes. If that’s you, take a breath. Let this land.

Transmission on Rest

She who rests is not weak.
She is remembering.
She is calibrating truth.

There is a lie in the world that says you must earn your right to stop.
That rest is lazy.
That stillness is useless.
That if you’re not producing, you’re somehow less deserving of good things.

But a queen is not made by motion.
She is made by presence.

And when she rests — fully, unapologetically, with her whole body — the entire world shifts.
The noise softens.
Timelines realign.

Your rest is not absence.
It is regulation.
It signals to your system: This woman is held. All is well.

So if your body is asking you to soften… listen.
If your heart is tired of gripping… loosen your hands.
If your energy feels like it’s reaching and reaching and never arriving… stop.

Lay down.
Let yourself be held.

Because the queen who rests in her wholeness becomes the woman the world cannot shake.

I hope this helps.
Now go take a nap — the real kind. The kind that resets you back to yourself.

THE QUEEN’S PATH