Julie Renee delivers a channeled call-to-remembrance for the women whose lineage spans galaxies. A poetic decree wrapped in ancestral truth – this piece is a rally cry to all melanated queens: it’s time to rise, reclaim and remember.
In this raw and radiant reflection, I share the beauty of arriving – not at a destination, but within myself. This is the story of rebuilding from within, of trusting the unseen, and of discovering just how brave I really am.
I’m not afraid anymore. Not of systems, not of shadows, not of my own light.
This is what it looks like when a woman remembers who the hell she is.
This isn’t just my journey — it’s my offering.
I want others to know what it feels like to love themselves into wholeness.
To awaken. To remember. To be free.
I wrote this as a love letter to the woman I’m still unfolding into.
A thank-you. A promise. A remembering.
“After all the spirals, all the seeking, all the breakdowns — I stopped searching.
I remembered myself. And I fell in love with the parts of me I used to hide.”