RosePriestess
women's temple mystery school
Where the Feminine is Holy
HerStory of theRose
Reclaiming the Sacred Feminine story
Through the Heart of the Rose
STarting september 22nd | equinox
tuesdays, 13 WEEKS, 90 mins
7am HST | 10am PT | 1pm ET | 6pm GMT
online via zoom & Mighty Networks
HerStory is Our Story
I was lying alone in my bed in Hawaii, sick and barely able to function, unable to provide my most basic needs for myself. Lost in my own ponderings of whether or not life was worth living anymore.
Outside my window, paradise. Inside, a woman who had lost everything and was wondering if any of it would ever be returned to her. If she would ever be loved back by the people and the dreams she had anchored herself to.
The seven year partnership was gone. The community vision I pursued many times had unraveled yet again. My body was breaking down from mold illness, and MCAS, triggered by the same environment I was trapped in... the same neighborhood, the same faces, the same daily reminder of everything that had ended.
I poured all the money I had into healing modalities that somehow didn't solve anything. I had done the ceremonies, the practices, the inner work for years. I had given everything I had to a spiritual path that felt like it was giving nothing back.
I was too depleted to fight for myself anymore.
I visited my family and sat across from my dad and stepmother and had the conversation I never thought I'd have. Maybe antidepressants. Maybe that's what's left. Admitting I needed help.
I was at the depths of despair. Genuinely. Not as a dramatic chapter opener but as a lived reality. Very depressed. Very sick. Very alone. Feeling like life had lost its meaning entirely.
And then something shifted.
Not dramatically. Not in a vision or a ceremony or a moment of radical divine intervention– though those would have fulfilled my wildest fantasies. It shifted in a small quiet decision for myself.
I can be miserable here or I can be miserable somewhere else. But that somewhere else might crack something open that here cannot.
So I researched how to travel for free. Packed what I had. Booked a ticket on borrowed funds.
I spent a cold February in Ireland first, caretaking donkeys in the green hills and cozying by the fire. Then alking dogs through wildflower fields and caverns in Spain. And before any of that, standing at the Tor in Glastonbury, asking Avalon for her blessing. Asking the rose lineage I had been circling for years to finally let me in.
Not as a seeker anymore. As a daughter coming home.
That wandering path led me lastly to Morocco. To the man who is now my husband. To the child growing in my body. To the Rose Temple taking shape in my home. To a life that is not perfect but is genuinely, rootedly, mine.
Now reanchored to my own self worth and rebuilding the Holy ground beneath my feet.
But here is what I need you to understand about what happened in those years of dissolution.
The despair I felt in that Hawaii bed was not just mine.
I know that now because I have sat with hundreds of women who carry the same weight in their bodies. The same hollow feeling. The same quiet wondering of whether they are fundamentally broken, whether the life they desire is available to someone like them, whether the gap between who they are and who they feel called to become is simply too vast to cross.
That feeling is not a personal failure. It is an inheritance.
The worthlessness you have carried, the groundlessness, the sense that you are too much and never enough simultaneously, that did not originate in you. It was installed. Across centuries of deliberate erasure of the feminine, from our theology, from our bodies, from our understanding of what we are worth and what we are allowed to become.
You have been trying to heal a wound that was never yours alone to carry.
The wound of the exiled Sacred Feminine.
The reclamation of your worth, the real kind, comes from standing in the exact opposite reality of that worthiness. From feeling the full weight of the loss of it. From descending all the way to the bottom and finding, in the darkness there, something ancient and unbroken and entirely your own.
And the process begins from the singular choice that only YOU can make. Saying YES to one small shift that changes everything.
That is what HerStory is.
A recognition of the Feminine God that has never truly left you. An initiation into remembering that you are HER.
Herstory is OUR story. And it doesn't have to end the way you think it does.
Our Class
This class was designed for the Sacred Woman who is called to explore the path of the Divine Feminine as a foundation of inner growth.
Our class offers you...
Herstory
Learn some of the foundational missing pieces of the Feminine story, and why their erasure may lead to feelings of great loss and longing.
sisterhood
Open your heart to feed and be fed by our beautiful circle of global rose sisters. remember the true strength of our bond as women.
initiation
Uplevel your spiritual growth via somatic integration, and presence in sacred space. Start awakening the magic within you.
The Course
Gate 0
Rose Origins
3.8 million BCE-400,000 BCE
The Wombs of Creation
The feminine creation mythos of deep time, the three wombs of Sophia, and how life itself began as a fundamentally feminine organizing intelligence. When the WE was SHE.
Before the wound. Before the forgetting. Before any tradition had a canon to protect or a lineage to suppress.
Life began in water. Life began female. The organizing intelligence of all creation was cooperative, relational, and rooted in the feminine principle before a single human foot touched the earth.
This is the ground truth you stand on before the descent begins. As mythology. As biology. As cosmology.
Gate 1
Rose creatress
400,000 BCE - 40,000 BCE
The Forbidden Goddess
The archaeological and biological record of human evolution that places female biology, not male dominance, at the origin of human culture and sacred life.
She lived in a world where the divine looked like her. Where creation itself was understood as fundamentally feminine. Where belonging was not something to earn but something she was born inside of.
Then the feminine face of God was erased. Not by conscious choice, but through force.
Her wound is your wound: the loss of sacred origin. The quiet devastating belief that the divine is something outside you rather than something you are made of.
Her blessing returns you to the beginning. Creation itself is her face. God always included Goddess. Still does.
Gate 2
Rose Shamaness
40,000 BCE - 10,000 BCE
The Severed Earth
The goddess iconography and culture creation of the Paleolithic and early Neolithic, when women organized all of human life around circular time, seasonal rhythm, and earth-based ceremony.
She created time through her body. She organized human life around the circle, the seasons, the earth, the womb. She was the original keeper of language, ritual, vessel, and ceremony. Before the written word she was wisdom's keeper.
Her wound is your wound: severance from the earth and your own cyclical nature. The world told you your rhythms were inconvenient and some part of you believed it.
Her blessing restores your relationship to cyclical intelligence as the most sophisticated organizing wisdom life has ever produced.
Gate 3
Rose Queen
10,000 - 3,000 BCE
The Fallen Sovereign
The rise of the great goddess civilizations, the rulership of women, and the flowering of Isis, Inanna, and the sacred feminine at the height of her civic and spiritual authority.
She stood tall in the landscape through Temples, shrines, and devoted worship. The great goddess civilizations at their peak. Enheduanna. The hieros gamos. Women as the center of collective and individual sovereignty.
And then the systematic dismantling began.
Her wound is your wound: the buried authority, the shrinking to stay safe, the leadership that learned to apologize for itself.
Her blessing is the throne returned. Her sovereignty was never taken. Only buried. So was yours.
Gate 4
Rose Priestess
3,000 BCE - 500 CE
The Exiled Magdalene
The Roman conquest and systematic destruction of Jewish, early Christian, and pre-Islamic spiritual cultures, and how the teachings of women like Mary Magdalene were silenced, distorted, and driven underground.
She carried wisdom too dangerous to speak aloud. She kept the feminine transmission alive underground while the axial age religions consolidated masculine theological dominance above her.
The Pistis Sophia suppressed. Mary Magdalene's lineage distorted within decades of her death. The Gnostic gospels buried.
Her wound is your wound: the gifts you've been keeping in the dark, the spiritual authority you've been hedging, the transmission you've been waiting for permission to speak.
Her blessing is the lineage returned to your hands. It survived because women like her refused to let it die. Because women like you are still here.
Gate 5
Rose Witch
500 CE - 1750 CE
The Vilified Dark Feminine
The witch hunts as organized femicide, the deliberate terrorizing and execution of women who carried healing, intuitive, and earth-based wisdom across three centuries of Europe.
She was punished for her land ownership, her healing gifts, her voice, her social power. Three centuries of femicide. The burning times. The systematic terrorizing of the woman who knew too much and refused to unknow it.
Her wound is your wound: the visibility terror living in your cells, the self-sabotage that arrives precisely when your work begins to reach more people, the contraction your body learned before you were born.
Her blessing is the freedom that comes from understanding that the fear of being seen is inherited, not innate. You get to choose differently now.
Gate 6
Rose Devotrix
1750 CE - present
The Stolen Sacred Feminine Body
The industrialization and politicization of the female body, the rise of capitalism, and the modern feminist movement as the most recent chapter in the long story of reclaiming what was taken.
She never lost her devotion. She lost the world built to receive it. Industrialization extracted her body, her labor, her holy fire, and called the exhaustion a personal failing.
She has been pouring everything outward ever since, into traditions, relationships, causes, everyone except her own sacred becoming.
Her wound is your wound: the chronic exhaustion, the unmet longing, the ache of holy fire with nowhere truly worthy to direct it.
Her blessing is devotion coming home. She was never the problem. The world was built upside down and she felt it in her body the whole time. Now she rebuilds it from the ground up, beginning with herself.
Reclaiming Your Holy Ground
Throughout all thirteen weeks you will build your own altar mat, a physical altar cloth organized around the six petalled seed of life, and the Holy trinity of the feminine rose lineage at its center.
Each petal and archetype contributes one seed of truth. Each wound that's alchemized into a gift leaves its medicine in your hands. By week thirteen you have not just understood the reclamation. You have built it.
A physical, cosmological foundation that is yours to utilize, organized around what is actually true about who you are and what you are here to do.
This is not a craft project. This is a new world being built with your hands. This is an alive rose healing altar.
Ritual Practice
Sophia Rose
healing Altar Ground Creation
Meet your Teacher
I’m Shardai Magdalena Rose Moon — RN, Priestess, ritual-keeper, and guide for women who feel the deep pulse of the sacred feminine rising within them.
The Rose Priestess Temple was born from my devotion to help women remember who they truly are beneath the noise of the world — holy, creative, cyclical, and sovereign.
For years, I watched brilliant, heart-centered women give their power away — to systems, stories, and roles that were never made for them– for years I was that woman.
This global temple is a reclamation — a living space where the Feminine body, voice, and spirit are honored as sacred ground.
Here, your healing becomes remembrance.
Your longing becomes initiation.
Your life becomes your altar.
I cannot wait to serve you through this class. Every path within the temple serves one purpose– to help you come home to the living Temple within.
Its my honor to re-member you, as you learn to resurrect who you truly are.
Investment
You have been trying to heal a wound that was never yours alone to carry.
HerStory is where that changes.
This is a founding cohort. The first time this container has run in its full thirteen week form, with Rose Origins plus all six rose gates, somatic integration weeks, and the complete altar mat build.
These founding women are co-creating this with me. The transmission will be real and complete. And the price reflects the founding nature of this circle.
When HerStory reopens for the second cohort the investment will be higher. The founding cohort rate closes when orientation begins on Sept 22nd.
I keep 2-3 partial scholarship places available for women who are genuinely called and financially at the threshold. To apply, send a brief note to shardai@rosepriestess.com sharing why this work is calling you now. Dependent upon enrollment numbers.
herstory
Initiatory Course
7 Live Herstory Classes covering:
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Deep Time when the Earth was formed
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Evolutionary principles of human and culture
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The Age of the Goddess
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The Rise of Patriarchy
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The Era of Empire — Rome, Christ, and the Magdalene
- The European Witch Hunts and the Death of the Wise Woman
- Americas Colonization and Cultural Genocide
- The Rise of Capitalism and the Mechanization of the Body
- Women's rights movement
- The Spiritual Re-Emergence of the Feminine
6 Live Somatic Deepening classes
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Guided movement or meditation
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Self reflection
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Group coaching
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Energetic integration of the previous week's herstory archetype.
Ritual Project
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Written guidance to create your own Sophia Rose Altar through the course
Virtual Sisterhood
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Online private group to connect with like-minded sisters worldwide
Recordings vault
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Unlimited access to our class recordings.
Pre-requisite fulfillment
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This course is necessary for all women seeking future ordination in our temple. (stay tuned...)
1:1 Mentorship Option
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Deepest most intimate healing and witnessing layer
Is this for me?
This course offers an overarching history of over 400,000 years of the sacred feminine's cultural significance on this planet, including the intentional erasure of the goddess and ending in the rise of the feminine in today's world.
This is our foundational course for any woman entering into our temple community, as it is a crucial piece to framing your own sense of identity, belonging, and worthiness as a woman in today's world.
Delivered via zoom to our global sisterhood, this didactic and energetic transmission of world-wide herstory, is essential to any woman asking herself the BIG questions of where do I truly belong?
FAQ
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Am I Ready?
If you are reading this far- you are likely ready, beloved. This course is step one of our initiate level offerings- for those looking for personal and collective transformation.
It is a foundational course available to any genuine seeker.
No experience or identity as 'priestess' needed, and those already on 'the path' will reap great benefit from returning to these foundations.
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What if I can't join live?
This is a very personal choice. I generally recommend to join the course when you are able to attend live, as this benefits you through a greater sense of belonging and being held by the circle and the experience.
That said- if you are on a more asynchronous path, you will benefit from ongoing access to the course at your own pace, so as to not feel chronically 'behind.'
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Why 1:1?
Women who have chosen this option in the past have had a significantly easier time 'putting the pieces together' of their own initiation journey.
Through reflective listening, inner exploration, and energetic healing, you will explore the rare gifts the Goddess holds for you. You will feel the full power of your deep commitment to the process.
Why take this class?
You cannot change the world unless you know how the world has changed you.
You feel it. The weight of everything happening out there pressing against your chest while you're still trying to figure out how to get yourself okay in here.
You want to be of service. You feel the calling so clearly it aches. There is something in you that knows, has always known, that you are here for more than what your daily life currently contains.
That your gifts, your sensitivity, your capacity to feel everything so deeply, are not a burden to manage but a medicine the world desperately needs.
And yet.
You keep putting everyone else's healing first. The world needs it more than you do. There are women in worse situations. Who are you to take up space and resources and time on your own becoming when there is so much suffering that needs tending?
That thought, the one that keeps you small while you dream of being of service, is not humility. It is the oldest wound in the lineage wearing humility's face.
You have been changed by a world that needed you small. That needed your power contained, your voice modulated, your devotion directed outward and never inward. That told you the sacred feminine was either dangerous or decorative but never the organizing intelligence of all human culture that she actually was.
You don't know that last part yet. Not fully. Not in your bones.
That's why you're here.
HerStory gives you the map you were never supposed to have.
The hidden epochs of the sacred feminine woven through all of human evolution. Six Rose archetypes carrying the faces of what was erased. The cosmological context that transforms your personal wound from private failure into collective inheritance.
When you understand how the world has changed you, everything changes. The self doubt starts to look different. The smallness starts to make sense. The calling gets louder because it finally has ground beneath it.
And the woman who wanted to change the world discovers she was always capable of it.
Not because she finally finished healing. Not because she reached some threshold of worthiness that qualified her to show up.
But because she reclaimed the foundational organizing intelligence that was always living inside her, the same intelligence that organized all of creation before anyone thought to erase it.
That impulse to serve, to change things, to be of use to this world in its chaos, that doesn't leave. It was never the problem. It just needed a foundation beneath it that was hers.
Rooted in her own cosmology. Her own lineage. Her own unbroken knowing.
HerStory.
