She Who Remembers From Awakening to Ascension

There comes a moment in every woman’s life when the world she has known begins to crumble, not violently, but quietly. Softly. Almost unconsciously a subtle shift beneath the surface. A tremor in the spirit that says, “Something ‘s changing.”

Most women ignore it at first.
She did too.

For years, she felt a whisper rise within her during moments of stillness late at night, early in the morning, or during those brief seconds when her mind drifted beyond the noise of the day. It was a voice that didn’t sound like her own, yet felt more familiar than anything she had ever known.

It felt like home but foreign at the same time, like a familiar place that had been forgotten.

The whisper wasn’t demanding, it was patient. It was the kind of voice a grandmother uses when waking a child from sleep gentle, warm, but unmistakably firm.

Wake up, daughter. We’ve been waiting for you.

She didn’t yet understand the significance of that call. She only knew that her spirit was beginning to stretch outside the boundaries of her life.

THE THINNING OF THE OLD LIFE

Awakening rarely begins with revelation. It begins with discomfort.

At first, she simply outgrew things she once tolerated. The conversations that entertained her felt empty like a big house with hollow rooms. The routines she built her life around felt like cages. The people she kept around out of habit began to feel heavy in her presence.

There was no dramatic betrayal, no catastrophic event, just an inner knowing that the life she was living was too small for the spirit she carried.

This is what I call the cracking open the moment the soul begins to reject anything misaligned. To her, it simply felt like something inside her had started peeling away from her old world and reality.

And so the questions came.

Why am I here?
Why does shit feel weird?
Why am I craving solitude?
Why do I feel something I can’t explain?
What am I being pulled toward?

These questions mark the beginning of every great spiritual unfolding.

If you are reading this and you recognize that sensation the silent outgrowing of your own life then you, have experienced the first knock of awakening.

THE RETURN OF MEMORY

One morning, she awoke from a dream. The dream consisted of being in a place like the old Aztecan times or the Olmec civilization. The dirt was red like clay and although I couldn’t see myself, she felt herself as a small child because the totem in front of her was a giant. It was a enormous colorful mask bright orange, yellows, blues, and greens. Looking around she didn’t notice much else besides this huge ancient relic. A memory that didn’t belong to this lifetime rose within her. Not a memory from childhood, but something older. Something ancestral. She remembered having this dream often as a child but it had been years since this mysterious memory would wake in her consciousness again.

She remembered her great grandmother and the telepathic relationship they had, something deep and layered but simple. These weren’t teachings, they were transmissions.

She realized she wasn’t learning anything new. She was remembering what was never truly lost. This is the moment the veil lifts, the moment the ancestral memory returns, the moment a woman realizes she carries more inside her than she was ever taught to believe.

It’s the quiet shock of discovering your life has always been guided even when you didn’t know who was guiding you.

THE GREAT DISMANTLING

Awakening is often romanticized, but the truth is this, awakening dismantles you before it rebuilds you.

As she began to remember, she also began to see with a third eye vision that was uncomfortable.

She saw the dogma she had inherited without consent.
She saw the colonizing narratives that disconnected her from her roots. She saw how her religious upbringing gave her structure but robbed her of spiritual autonomy. She saw the ways her trauma had shaped her identity.

She realized that everything she believed had been curated by a world that never wanted her to know who she truly was.

This realization brought grief. It brought anger but it also brought liberation.

But above all, it brought responsibility because once a woman sees truth, she can’t return to the blindfold that kept her sleeping peacefully.

Awakening forced her to step away from autopilot and into intention. It demanded that she re-learn herself. It required her to question her thoughts, her relationships, her fears, her desires, her lineage. This stage of awakening is not gentle but it’s honest.

And honesty, in its purest form, is a spiritual purge.

THE LANGUAGE OF THE BODY

The more questions she had the deeper she journeyed, the more her body began to speak to her. The experience took on a life of its own.

A tightening in the pit of her gut when someone approached with hidden motives. The constant ringing in her ears in moments of spiritual acceleration. She remembers her ears ringing for a year straight, at one point she thought maybe she had tinnitus, but she was simply being attuned to a new frequency.

Dreams arriving with symbols she somehow understood, emotional triggers revealing ancestral wounds seeking healing.

Her body became an altar, sending messages through sensation, intuition, and instinct. Her DNA was awakening, whispering truths her conscious mind had forgotten.

Spiritual awakening is not just a shift of the mind per se, it’s a cellular restoration..

And this is where many women misunderstand their experience.

They think they’re anxious. They think they’re overreacting or “too sensitive.”

But sensitivity is not a flaw. It is an ancestral instrument attuning to the frequency of remembrance. Sensitivity signals activation, reveals alignment and is the gateway to intuition.

Her body was not betraying her it was preparing her for ascension.

ASCENSION: THE RISING OF A DIVINE FEMININE

Ascension is often described as light, love, and effortless elevation. But true ascension is earned through unraveling, through remembrance, through courage. Meaning it’s work, not something to be idealized like a cute trending topic on social media. It’s the grueling metamorphosis process of becoming something society has spent a lifetime trying to keep you from and most importantly, ascension is not an escape from humanity but a deeper embodiment of divinity.

It is when a woman begins to:

• trust her intuition without needing evidence

• establish boundaries that honor her energy

• move in alignment rather than people-pleasing

• show up as her authentic self regardless of who approves

• recognize her ancestors as allies, not abstractions

• live with intention instead of survival conditioning

Ascension is rising to a place of embodied sovereignty. It’s when your decisions flow from truth, not fear, from soul, not programming, from remembrance, not disconnection.

She rose gradually each breakthrough a step upward, each lesson a step inward, each moment of clarity a step forward.

And as she rose, she realized she was not rising alone. The women who came before her, those who survived, those who resisted, those who prayed were rising with her. “As above, so below”

Her awakening was not just personal. It was ancestral, not just for the generations to come but the ones who came before. She was healing her lineage by becoming who they could not be. This is how we begin to live our ancestors wildest dreams.

THE WOMAN WHO REMEMBERED

By the end of her transformation, she was not a new woman. She was a revealed woman. Her intuition sharpened, her presence deepened, her boundaries strengthened, and her purpose awakened.

She understood that awakening was not a one-time event but a lifelong unfolding. A sacred remembering. A reclaiming of what was always hers and accessible by the roadmap of her ancestors. Her identity, lineage, and power.

She learned that before the rising comes the remembering.

And in remembering, she stepped fully into who she always was.

Reflections

As you sit with her story, ask yourself:

• Where have you felt the cracking open in your own life?

• What memories ancestral or intuitive have been resurfacing for you?

• What truths are you being called to acknowledge?

• Where is your body speaking, and are you listening?

• In what ways is your soul nudging you toward sovereignty?

Awakening is not reserved for the chosen, awakening comes for the ready and is your birthright. If these words find you now, if something in your spirit stirred as you read this. Be still, trust and know that your ancestors may be whispering too:

“Wake up, daughter. We’ve been waiting for you.”

12/20/2025

Zipporah Banyay

This writing was inspired by my experience and I shared this on a recent podcast episode on Holistic and Spiritual AF Podcast. Check it out here.

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