I'm Coming Out Of The Cosmic Closet

Sacred service slays selfishness

There’s a moment—every Alchemist knows it—when the elixir you’ve been searching for outside… is revealed to have always been inside.

Not as a formula. As a frequency.

And yet, how long did I spend searching? Trying to decode the codes, reading systems and signs, giving my power to people who saw part of me, but never all. Who believed in a version of me that didn’t carry the fullness of my voltage.

Or perhaps they did see it, holding a mirror up, but I could not see, or own, my True Nature. My Signature Frequency. The Mirror cracked when I switched on my own voltage at the weekend.

The Resurrection happened.

This isn’t a story of awakening. It’s a story of homecoming.

Josephine Sorciere - The Evolutionist

And if you’ve been stuck in your own loop of knowing you’re meant for something more but not knowing how to find it, then maybe you’ll find yourself in mine.

I claimed the name Josephine Sorcière years ago—not because it sounded mystical, but because it was me. The moment I did, I felt it. Like slicing through illusion. Like reclaiming lifetimes. Like turning away from the watered-down and regurgitated teachings of the New Age and saying, "No more."

I led people into their Dark Feminine—into the silence, the void, the place where they became unafraid of the dark because they remembered they were the light. I initiated them into their own Cosmic Revolutions. Into their Signature Frequencies. Into their truth.

My business exploded. For two years, I was fully booked. Clients who felt the truth in my field didn’t need convincing—they recognized me. They were ready. They were hungry. And I was no longer hiding.

I wrote books—2020: The Alchemist’s Awakening. I lived in transmission. I taught not from theory, but from frequency. I didn’t just guide others into remembrance. I became the remembrance.

But there’s always another layer, isn’t there?

By late 2023, I’d spent nine months refining my brand again. I worked with a luxury strategist, perfected a lexicon of my own, crafted Initiations for enigmas and prodigies. It looked exquisite on paper. I also worked with a spiritual mentor to help define and anchor the energies.

And at the end of the gestation, she told me, "There’s no energy in this," I collapsed.

The rug was pulled. I questioned everything I’d created. Again.

But the truth? I had tried to convey the power of my work through a language inaccessible to most, the mystery left them puzzled, unable to connect, too afraid of what it would mean. I could feel would-be clients denying that this was the answer. It didn't tick the boxes of logic and reason. It meant they would have to be responsible, and really, they wanted someone to "fix them".

So they drifted back to the comfort of their illusional minds, determined to think their way through to find the missing piece. I watched their energy trot off, thoughts garbled with confusion as my frequency had upended their distortion. I held the mirror for them to see the truth, and they turned their backs.

But maybe this is where you are now. You’ve seen glimpses. Felt the tingle. Had a moment of recognition—then stepped back into comfort when it asked too much of your current identity. You’re still waiting for the right strategy, the right words, the right validation. But they will never be enough.

Because it’s not the words that do the work. It’s my Signature Frequency waking up your Soul. That’s the part your mind can’t make sense of — and that’s exactly why it works.

Stop diluting your work, your Frequency

I felt I had to dilute what I do to be accessible, and I took on being a guide for someone else’s transmissions — The Gene Keys. Human Design. Beautiful, brilliant tools that map the territory.

But the Blueprint is not the activation. And I am not a reader. I’m the re-coder.

It is my work alone that does the metaphysical, electrical, DNA-level transmutation.

What I needed wasn’t a new map. I needed to remember I am the current.

It is selfless to be selfish

And still, the world teaches us that to follow this knowing is selfish. To step away from the templates. To stop selling what sells. To speak the truth that’s too big, too raw, too alive.

But selfish? To offer the world the undiluted expression of who we are? To feed the ethers with the work only we can do? To stop silencing our genius for the comfort of others?

That’s not selfishness. That’s sacred service.

Through silence and reflection, I was reminded that not bringing my deepest work forward was the real disservice. To me. To them. To the cosmos itself.

Anchoring Your Identity

I see this same pattern in so many of those I am here to serve.

They feel unanchored in their identity—what I call an open identity in their design blueprint. They shift to match the room. They crave clarity but morph to be palatable. They speak, and still feel unheard. They doubt their message and think a new niche will solve the ache. They feel an existential fear—what if I never truly know who I am beneath the roles, the voices, the striving?

But they don’t need another message. They need to live their essence.

They need to stop asking for permission to be multifaceted. They need to feel the depth of someone who has walked through decades of confusion and still said:

“It’s my frequency that transmits—not the formula.”

And yes, I’m that Sherpa. Not because I have a pitch-perfect path. But because I walked through the fire and came out singing.

My Parallel aspects must be seen through the fullest version of Who I AM.

My Parallel Symbology I designed and had tattooed on my back,10 years ago.

The Cracking of The Vessel

The Easter weekend broke me open again. I felt the resonance of resurrection, not as metaphor, but as memory. We are not here to be fixed. We are here to be freed.

I returned to my rituals. I returned to silence. I even went to Church twice. The sacred space came alive in the homily; Mary M did not recognise Jesus through her tears of despair, yet there he was, waiting for the moment of recognition. I saw myself.

And I gave myself full permission to live in the way that only I know how.

I called myself home. And in doing so, I remembered: I don’t need to chase clients. I don’t need to prove my value. I am the value.

And so are you.

The Chisel is Here

This isn’t just a poetic arc. This is the reality I live in. And I see you—the one reading this—hovering at the edge of your own return.

You know there’s more. You just don’t know how to access it.

That’s where I come in.

You don’t need another funnel. You need someone who sees the statue inside the marble. And who knows how to chisel, with the precision of a surgeon, nuanced in your coding.

You don’t need another version of who you think you should be. You need the memory of who you already are. If you need permission to be fully multifaceted without contortion, here you go.

And selfishly? The world needs that version of you.

Because you showing up in your undiluted frequency is the most generous act you can make in this collapsing world. New timelines are being anchored. You want to help formulate the User Manual and hold the portals open for others to walk through. Only a few are ready. Take up the invite.

This is your Initiation. If you feel it, you already know.

Let the chiseling begin.

Invite To Initiation

If you’ve felt this piece stir something ancient inside you — like a knowing you can’t quite name but can no longer ignore — then it’s time.

For the first time in years, I’ve reopened the portal to The Alchemist Initiation — a 90-minute threshold experience for those ready to come home to their essence and begin the real work.

It’s not a coaching call. It’s a recalibration.
It’s where the remembering begins.

The magic starts revealing itself the moment you commit to saying YES to yourself.

The Alchemist Initiation is $555.
If you know this is for you, you’ll find the doorway here.

If something in you is still wavering, but the resonance won’t leave you alone — feel free to DM me for a conversation.

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