August: A Transmission from Diana

I am Diana. Huntress. Protector. Wild-born and sovereign.

I move with moonlight and instinct. I listen to the wind and the wolves. I run barefoot through truth and refuse to be tamed.

And you ask me how to change the world?

You do it by returning to yourself.

Not the self shaped by expectation.

Not the one bent by comparison or apology.

I mean the wild you.

The one who knew—before they told you otherwise—that your freedom was sacred.

The world changes when women stop asking for permission.

When they walk into the forest of their lives and say: This is mine.

When they no longer wait to be rescued, but instead remember they carry a bow of their own.

You change the world when you protect what is sacred.

Your time.

Your energy.

Your instincts.

Your sisters.

Your children.

The land beneath your feet.

Be loyal to your inner compass—not the noise.

Say no when the world wants you compliant.

Say yes to what makes your heart race and your body hum.

And walk alone, when needed.

Not because you are unlovable,

but because your path is so powerful, it must be claimed with clarity.

Like the deer who watches from the edge of the trees,

Like the moon who waxes and wanes without apology—you do not need to be consistent. You need only be true.

The world does not need more obedience.

It needs more women who remember how to run with the wild.

To defend with grace.

To guide with intuition.

To honor the rhythm that lives in their blood and bone.

You are not lost.

You are circling back to the sacred.

So draw your bow. Take your aim.

And let the old world fall. 🌙🏹—Diana