The Prayer that Answered Itself

The Prayer that Answered Itself

Dear Sovereigns: For years I said the same prayer and turned away before it could be answered. And then, one day I did something different. I was standing on the fly bridge of a sightseeing boat off the Na Pali Coast of Kauai, holding the metal rails with both hands while the bow rose and fell on two and three-foot waves. The mountains fell into the ocean, lush valleys falling into water. The sea gulls followed our boat and the wind kept things interesting. It was the kind of beauty that makes you reach for something larger than yourself. So I did what I always do in moments like that. I looked out at that impossible green coastline falling into the ocean, and I said the prayer I had been saying for years. God, please make me more like you. I had said those words dozens of times. In cathedrals and on hiking trails, and in the ordinary silence of early mornings. I said them, and then I waited, and the waiting always felt like the truest part, the place where I was most honest about the distance between who I was and who I sensed I could become. But this time something was different. I was not waiting for an answer so much as releasing the need for one. I stayed present. The sea breeze moved through my hair. The boat lifted and fell. And then, in the middle of all of that ordinary sensation, I heard something that nearly knocked me off the railing. Please let me be more like you. I stood very still. And then it came again. Allow me to be more like you. What recognition feels like I want to tell you what that did to me, because I think it is the same thing it might do to you, which is why I am still trying to find the right words for it years later. It did not make me feel special. It made me feel seen. And those are not the same experience at all. For most of my adult life I have operated from a quiet, persistent belief that I was not quite enough. Not broken, exactly. Just perpetually a few degrees short of the woman I was supposed to become, if I only worked harder, prayed better, gave more, needed less. I have done significant personal development work. I read the books and attended the retreats and sat with the learned teachers. Intellectually, I knew I was worthy of love. But knowing something and receiving it are entirely unique acts. What I received on that boat was not encouragement. It was recognition. The sense that the Divine was not waiting for me to improve before engaging with me fully, but was actively, urgently interested in what it felt like to be me, in this body, on this water, on this particular afternoon. The game that changed everything I stood at the railing and something in me went quiet. Not the quiet of absence, but the quiet of a woman who has finally stopped talking long enough to listen. The self I had built to navigate the world, careful, competent, perpetually preparing, stepped back. And in that small interior clearing, I did something I had never quite done before. I simply looked. At the water. At the light on the water. At the green coast rising from the sea like something God threw down to see what would happen. And I offered it. Do you see that? What came back was not words. It was a wave of joy moving through me, the kind that has no origin you can point to, warm and present and entirely real. I asked again, “Do you see that?” The joy returned. We played like that for a few minutes, the Divine seeing through my eyes what I had been too busy to fully see myself. And then I looked down and saw a flash of silver in the water. That is when the dolphins came. A pod of 3, leaping directly in front of the bow. And one, higher than the others, turned and looked at me. I laughed until I cried. A Shift in Identity The experience of interacting with God reminds me of a passage from Richard Rohr’s book, “The Naked Now.” God becomes more a verb than a noun, more a process than a conclusion, more an experience than a dogma, more a personal relationship than an idea. There is someone dancing with you, and you are not afraid of making mistakes. As I open to the Divine and allow myself to have a personal relationship, something astonishing happens. I am no longer the small, ego-based self. Instead, as Teresa of Avila observed, “You find God in yourself and yourself in God.” This is why I create That is where Sovereign Women began. Not in a curriculum or a concept, but in the experience of being known before I had finished earning it. Of being loved without condition, without agenda, without a list of requirements I had not yet met. My books, meditations, and courses are created from this knowing that God wants to know me through my eyes. He is as interested in me as he is in you, because we are his creations. The why motivating my work is so God is seen. For example, I wrote the book, Sovereign Women [https://a.co/d/0fjfZaB0], because when women listen to their inner knowing, they discover how to navigate their world with wisdom, grace, and love. There is a space between the extremes, beneath the cultural conditioning, where the quiet intelligence of the feminine soul flows and sovereignty returns. I create meditations because the body needs its own path to the center, separate from the mind’s. The body carries its own intelligence and wisdom that is often drowned out by the mind’s continued activity. Meditation allows the mind to settle while the deeper wisdom can be accessed, felt, and embodied. I built the Sovereign Women’s Circle [https://www.empoweredway.com/sovereign-womens-circle]because I watched women receive the teaching intellectually and then walk back into their lives unchanged, and I understood that witness is what completes the circuit. When other women see you in your sovereignty, it changes everything. Where the path leads now The Women’s Circle is pausing right now while I tend to the path that leads to it. When it reopens, it will be ready for the women who have already been walking. In the meantime, the path continues. If you have not yet read the book, Emily’s story is waiting. You can find Sovereign Women: Love Is a Revolutionary Choice [https://a.co/d/0fjfZaB0] on Amazon. Read it slowly. She is not a character you observe. She is a woman you walk beside. If you have not yet found me on Insight Timer [https://insighttimer.com/EmpoweredWay], search my name and follow me there. The Divine Feminine Remembrance meditation and the Empowered Wealth Consciousness course will take you somewhere words cannot, because they work in the body rather than the mind, and that is where sovereignty actually lives. The question I asked on that boat, I am still asking. The difference is that now I know the answer moves in both directions. You are being asked the same thing. With love, Kathryn Thanks for reading The Sovereign Voice on Empowered Way! This post is public so feel free to share it. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit empoweredway.substack.com [https://empoweredway.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

Stop Asking Permission to Be Loved

Dear Sovereign Sisters: There are two ways to be allowed into a room, and we spend most of our lives confusing them. The first is permission. Someone with authority looks at you, weighs you, and decides you may enter. You followed the rules. You earned the seat. You proved you belonged, and the proof was accepted. The second is presence. The door is simply open. No one weighs your value. No one decides. You are welcomed before you have proven anything, and there is nothing you could do to be turned away, because your belonging was never the question. They can look identical from outside the room. Two women, both seated, both apparently included. But the woman who was given permission is still being measured. She knows it in her body. The woman who knows her value as presence stopped being measured the moment she walked in. What Permission Costs Permission has a price most of us stopped noticing we were paying. It is conditional, which means it can be revoked. And anything that can be revoked must be maintained. So you manage, and perform. You stay pleasant well past the point of self-respect, because the warmth is currency and the verdict is never final. I was trained as an attorney. I know how to build a case. For most of my life, the case I was building was for myself. I presented it nightly to whatever authority I had appointed to judge me, arguing that I was good enough, kind enough, spiritual enough to be allowed to stay. The Approved Experience and the Real One I learned the difference in Chartres, France. I was on a sacred pilgrimage I had crossed an ocean to attend. Toward the end of the retreat, several women got COVID, including me. And a woman who called herself a spiritual leader announced to the group that those of us who were sick were not spiritual enough to be present. I wrote about that night already, the hours I spent arguing my own adequacy to a woman who had no standing to judge it. You can read it here: What I want to show you now is the part I have not talked about. While the approved pilgrims walked the labyrinth inside the Cathedral, in a ceremony reserved for the people who were healthy, the sick women were in a hotel room. One of them, a Reiki Master, spent the very hour she was barred from the ceremony giving healing treatments to the women who had been barred alongside her. That was permission and presence, in two rooms, at the same hour. The sanctioned experience required you to be well enough, good enough, spiritual enough. To pay thousands of dollars and spend several weeks leading to that space. The real experience asked nothing, other than to be open to healing. Sit with that distinction for a moment. The next day, my friend and I walked to the Chartres Cathedral and we found an unmarked door on the outside. Several people were walking through the door, down the thousand-year-old stone steps into the crypt that is the oldest part of the Cathedral. We decided to follow at a distance and what we found was extraordinary. A mass said in French. Rows of pews and people worshiping. We quietly took a seat in the last row, away from those seated at the front. No one knew our names. No one approved our belonging. We didn’t ask permission and we didn’t seek approval. In those moments of worship, Love arrived anyway. As I breathed the smell of incense and opened my heart, Love flowed through me. Not after I proved I deserved it. Before. Without condition or limitation. Love waits on your opening. That is the only way it has ever come. The Decision That Is Yours Between the permission you keep chasing and the presence already offered, there is a choice. It is the only one that was ever truly yours to make. Sovereignty is the decision to listen to the Voice of Divine Love. Not to win the case. Not to argue with the authority that judged you. Not even to leave the room. Only to turn away from the verdict and toward the Love that waits patiently underneath your performance. The woman seeking permission listens for the ruling. The sovereign woman listens to the Voice of Love. It begins in the body. In the breath that returns the moment you stop straining to hear something that was never going to set you free. Why It Matters Which One You Are Chasing Here is the distinction that changes a life. Permission keeps you auditioning. The people granting it have not decided about you. That is the entire nature of permission: a verdict perpetually pending. So, you keep performing for a ruling that never arrives, and you call the performance belonging. Presence has already decided. There is no audition, because there was never a question about your value. You feel it in your breath, which deepens. In your shoulders, which drop. In the thing behind your ribs that finally stops bracing. The tragedy is not that we are denied presence. The tragedy is that we are offered it, often, by people and places that ask nothing of us, and we do not recognize it. We are too busy trying to earn the permission we have mistaken for the real thing. The Question I want to ask you something, and I want it to be specific. Where in your life are you working to earn a seat at a table, when there is an open door you keep walking past? Whose permission are you still seeking, managing, charming, performing for, when their approval was never the thing that was going to let you breathe? You do not need permission to be admitted. Notice where you are already welcome and then make the one sovereign choice that is yours: to stop listening for the verdict, and listen to the Voice of Love. * * * I have been writing toward these truths in a trilogy called, “Sovereign Women.” The Sovereign Women trilogy rests on a single conviction: that women deserve presence rather than permission in their hardest moments. When women are given time and space to grieve, to choose, to come home, their decisions are made from Love, not fear. Sovereignty, as I have come to understand it, is the decision to listen to the presence of Divine Love. The women in these books spend years listening for permission. The story is what happens when they finally turn, and listen to the Voice of Love instead. If that is the door you have been walking past, the first book is here. The second book is still in the drafting phase, and will be released this summer. To your presence, Kathryn This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit empoweredway.substack.com [https://empoweredway.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

The Most Important Relationship You Never Question

Dearest Sovereigns: There is a voice you have been in relationship with your entire life. You have never questioned its authority. You have never asked where it came from, who installed it, or whether it has been telling you the truth. You have simply obeyed it, argued with it, tried to silence it, or performed for it the way you perform for every authority you have never thought to examine. That voice has opinions about your worth, your body, and your choices. It has questioned your right to take up space in a room, a relationship, a life. And somewhere along the way you made the most consequential mistake a woman can make. You believed it was telling you the truth. I learned the difference between that voice and the Voice of Love for the first time on a motorcycle in West Texas, many years into an IVF journey that was breaking me. But learning it once is not the same as living it. My experience on retreat in Chartres, France taught me that. What Chartres Taught Me About Whose Voice I Was Still Carrying I was quarantined in a hotel room in Chartres, France, sick with COVID, listening to a recording of a spiritual leader telling a room full of pilgrims that the women who had fallen ill were not spiritual enough to be present with the group. I want to tell you what happened in my body when I heard that. The old voice activated immediately. The one I thought I had learned to quiet through meditation, inner work, and the hard-won clarity of a woman who knows the difference between fear and truth. The voice started building a case that I was spiritual enough. It was not my fault I got sick. I have done more inner work than half the women walking that labyrinth. The voice was relentless and insisted on compiling evidence on my behalf. I argued with myself until 3:00 in the morning. And then I saw what I was doing. I was arguing with her voice and her verdict. The argument itself was the relationship. Every defense I constructed confirmed that her judgment had the power to require one. The moment I understood that, something released. Not because I felt vindicated. Because I asked myself the only question that mattered. Whose voice am I actually in relationship with right now? It was not Love’s voice. Love does not require a defense. It does not need you to prove your adequacy before it will speak to you. Love was not in the argument at all. It was in the stillness underneath, waiting with the patience of something that has never once doubted who you are. When I stopped arguing and breathed, Love was there. It had been there the entire time. The Voice You Have Confused for Truth Fear’s voice is sophisticated. It does not always announce itself as fear. It sounds like reason and self-awareness. It’s practical and masquerades as the honest assessment of a woman who sees herself clearly and is simply being realistic about her limitations. But the body always knows the difference before the mind catches up. Fear tightens when it shortens the breath, contracts the chest, holds the throat closed around the words that need to be spoken. It produces the specific physical sensation of a woman bracing against something she believes is coming for her. Love expands, deepens the breath and opens something in the chest that feels, after years of the alternative, almost unbearably spacious. The body has never lied to you about which voice is speaking. It has simply been overruled so many times by the mind’s elaborate justifications that it has stopped expecting to be heard. The Only Voice That Is True The Voice of Love is not the optimistic version of your inner critic. It is not a positive reframe of your deepest fear. It is not something you manufacture through affirmation or willpower. The Voice of Love = Divine Love. The fierce, ancient, radiant kind that does not require your situation to be resolved before it will speak. That does not need you to have healed sufficiently or chosen correctly or proven your spiritual adequacy before it will reach you. It reached me on a West Texas highway, riding a motorcycle as I argued with God. It reached me in a quarantine hotel room in Chartres, France when I was sick, excluded, and building a case for my own worth at 3:00 in the morning. It did not arrive because I deserved it. It arrived because it was always there, and I had finally gotten quiet enough to hear it. Fear’s voice is loud because it is afraid of being seen for what it is. It fills every silence and delivers its verdicts with such certainty that questioning its authority feels almost sacrilegious. But it is not the truth about you. It has never been the truth about you. The truth about you is what Love says. And Love, when you are finally still enough to hear it, does not deliver verdicts. It asks questions that open everything. It sees what is whole in you before you can see it yourself. It waits, without impatience, for the moment you stop arguing long enough to receive what it has been trying to give you all along. Your sovereignty begins the moment you stop treating fear’s voice as the authoritative account of who you are, and recognize it for what it actually is: a very old, very frightened story that was never yours to carry. An Invitation In June, inside the Sovereign Women’s Circle [https://www.empoweredway.com/sovereign-womens-circle], we are exploring the theme of relationships. The most important relationship work any of us can do is not with our partners or our histories. It is with the voice we have been in relationship with longest, the one shaping every other relationship from the inside, without our awareness or our consent. In our June gathering we will sit together with the question the Voice of Love has been waiting to ask you. We will practice telling the two voices apart in the body, in real time, in the middle of ordinary life. If you are not yet part of the Circle, come. Bring the voice you have been arguing with. Bring the verdict you have been living inside. The Voice of Love is already there, waiting with perfect patience for exactly this moment. Your sovereignty waits for you to turn away from the voice of fear and toward the Voice of Love. To your presence, Kathryn Thanks for reading The Sovereign Voice on Empowered Way! This post is public so feel free to share it. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit empoweredway.substack.com [https://empoweredway.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

Love is the Most Revolutionary Act

Dear Sovereigns: I was on the back of a motorcycle somewhere in West Texas, holding on to my husband and finally, after many years, letting go of everything else. The grief had been living in my chest so long I had stopped noticing its weight. Three years of IVF. Years of watching my body fail at the one thing women are supposed to do naturally. Many hours of quietly, relentlessly arguing my case to a God who did not seem to be listening. On that desolate highway, feeling the dry wind and the motorcycle below me, something cracked open. Not gently and definitely not with ceremony. It was the particular exhaustion of a woman who had finally run out of the energy for argument. Instead of arguing with reality, I gave it all to God. And in the silence that followed, I heard a simple question. “Do you want to be pregnant or do you want to be a mother?” That question instantly dissolved years of suffering in a single moment. Why? Because it was not fear speaking, it was Love. And Love, I discovered that day, does not offer you answers. It offers you something far more dangerous. It offers you a choice. The Revolution Nobody Is Talking About The world is sorting itself into positions right now. Every conversation, every platform, every relationship is being pressed into a shape that demands you choose a side and defend it. And into that noise every woman is being asked to locate herself clearly, without the uncomfortable admission that real life is more complex than any position can hold. When fear is this loud, certainty feels like safety. But certainty delivered by fear is not safety. It is a smaller cage dressed in the language of conviction. The revolution I am interested in does not begin with a position. It begins with the question underneath the noise. Not “What should I do?” but “What does Love have to say about this that fear has been drowning out?” That question is more radical than any activist or march. It’s more dangerous to the structures that require women’s compliance than anything happening in the loudly contested external world. Why? Because a woman who can hear Love’s voice in the middle of an impossible situation cannot be controlled by fear. And fear has been the primary instrument of women’s compliance for a very long time. What Love Actually Is I am not talking about sentiment or the passive, conflict-avoiding version of love handed to women as a spiritual ideal. That kind of love smiles and accommodates and makes herself small so others can feel large. What I am pointing to is Divine Love. The fierce, ancient, radiant kind that arrived on a West Texas highway as a question that dissolved years of grief. It’s the Love that found me in sitting in a French crypt while I was recovering from Covid and technically breaking the rules. Divine Love does not require your situation to be resolved before it will speak to you. This Love does not tell you what you want to hear. It tells you what is true. And the truth, when you are finally still enough to receive it, is not a verdict about what you should have done differently. It is the discovery that you were never as broken as fear told you. The amazing news is that Divine Love is available to every woman on the planet, regardless of where she stands on anything. Why I Wrote the Book Emily Carter, the protagonist of “Sovereign Women: Love Is a Revolutionary Choice [https://a.co/d/08xoAEzw],” faces an impossible situation. Everyone around her has an answer. Her family. Her faith. Her culture. Her fear, loudest of all. What nobody offers Emily is what Love offered me on that highway. A question instead of a verdict. A voice that does not need her to be further along before it will speak. I wrote this book to stand in the vortex of one woman’s impossible situation and show what becomes possible when she stops listening to fear long enough to hear what Love has to say. Instead of arguing a position, this book shows you a woman deciding for herself and trusts you to find your own truth in the watching. I trust your truth. That is the whole premise. Some revolutions begin in the streets. This one begins in the soul. In the stillness before anyone else is awake. In the breath that returns after the argument finally stops. In the moment a woman asks herself, maybe for the first time, “What Love would say about this that fear has been so urgently answering for years?” That moment is the revolution. Not because of what she decides. Because of who is deciding. “Sovereign Women: Love Is a Revolutionary Choice [https://a.co/d/08xoAEzw]” is available now. And if you want to walk this path alongside other women, the Sovereign Women’s Circle [https://www.empoweredway.com/checkout/cart] gathers tonight. Please join us and share in the joy of sisterhood. Bring what you are carrying. Love is already waiting at the center. To your presence, Kathryn This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit empoweredway.substack.com [https://empoweredway.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

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