🌿🦁 THE HATTER AND THE LIONESS OF THE GOLDEN JUNGLE
A Story of Sovereignty, Frequency, and the Power Within
There are places in Inner Wonderland
that only appear when a woman is ready.
And on a day when the Hatter felt the world tug at her edges—
a whisper here, a drain there,
a weight that did not belong to her—
the jungle opened.
Not the dark kind with danger hanging on vines,
but a golden jungle, warm and thick with life,
where every leaf hummed gently,
like the earth breathing beneath her feet.
She stepped into it slowly.
Branches brushed her arms like old memories.
The light was soft, the air warm,
and yet the deeper she walked,
the more tangled it became.
The vines grew tighter.
The path narrowed.
Her chest began to brace the way it once did as a child—
that tiny, familiar tightening
she thought she had long outgrown.
“Not this again,” she whispered.
But the jungle didn’t answer.
Her foot caught a root.
A branch scratched her arm.
Old feelings rose up—
not the stories themselves,
but the sensations they left behind.
The ones that said:
You must hold it all.
You must be strong for everyone.
You must keep going because no one else will.
She froze.
Not from fear,
but from recognition.
And right as the old pattern reached for her…
something else arrived.........the rest is in the recording ....