The Forgotten Truth Long Before Genesis

Long before Eve. Long before shame was stitched into our skin. There were goddesses.

There was Nammu, the primordial sea who birthed the heavens and the earth. There was Inanna, the goddess of love, war, and sacred power, who chose her descent into the underworld and rose by her own hand. There was Enheduanna, the first named author in all of recorded history — a high priestess, a poet, a woman.

And yet... we were told we came from a rib.

What They Buried

The sacred feminine wasn’t erased because she was weak. She was erased because she was too powerful. They couldn’t control the woman who bled with the moon. Who spoke with the gods. Who knew her body was magic. So they called her dangerous. They called her dirty. They made her forget. But we are remembering now.

This blog isn’t just a whisper of history. It’s an invitation to unlearn the lie that you are derivative. To remember the truth that you are divine. To write your own story. One your ancestors would recognize. Because when a woman remembers who she really is, systems shake. Chains break. something ancient returns.

Ready to Begin?

Start your reclamation with my new eBook: She Was Never the Rib: The Forgotten Power of Women in Ancient Texts, and join me in writing a new mythology. One where women are no longer erased but exalted.

This is your reminder, my sister. You were the first fire. The first voice. The first altar.

You are not too much.

What if I told you that the story you were handed about woman being made from man, created second, blamed for the fall, was never the original story?

What if your body, your voice, your womb, your very existence were never a side note?

What if you were the altar, not the afterthought?

You Were Never the Rib — You Were the Beginning.