Spiritual Discernment in the Age of Aesthetic Priestessing

The word “priestess” has gone viral.

And I get it. The longing is real. The imagery is intoxicating: veils, chalices, candlelit circles, sacred language that promises remembrance, empowerment, divine purpose. There’s something holy in that hunger to return to yourself.

But here’s what nobody wants to say out loud: in the age of beautiful branding and AI-generated “wisdom,” spirituality can be made to look profound without being rooted in anything.

Myth gets marketed as history. “Inclusivity” gets used as decoration. Titles get handed out like receipts. And power quietly rearranges the room until your intuition is treated like a problem and their authority is treated like proof.

So this is your permission slip to pause.

To ask harder questions. To verify sources. To notice when a “temple” is all aesthetic and no community, all performance and no practice. To remember that divine energy isn’t gendered, and true priestess work isn’t inversion, it’s integration.

Because real mentorship opens doors.
It doesn’t make itself the gate between you and the sacred.

And in a world where AI can imitate wisdom, your discernment is not paranoia. It’s devotion.