To lead as a woman in sacred service is to walk a path of both power and peril. Divine feminine spiritual leadership is not simply about rituals or titles—it is a revolutionary act in a world that still fears women who speak with sacred authority. In this post, I share the personal cost of rising in that truth: the threats, the betrayals, and the spiritual warfare that come not from the divine, but from the deeply wounded. If you’ve ever felt punished for standing in your power, know this—you are not alone. Discover the truth about what it means to lead while woman, and the price many of us pay just to be seen, heard, and safe.
I never thought doing sacred work would come with this much risk.
But the more I rise, the more I’m hunted.
I’ve been stalked. I’ve been slandered. I’ve received phone calls in the dead of night from people threatening to destroy me. I’ve had other women—strangers—message me violent fantasies about my death, jealous because I helped men in their lives they themselves had given up on. I’ve had pastors tell me I was demonic, and had a “Christian” call me and say he was going to shoot me for helping people find their healing outside of the church.
I’ve been betrayed by mentors I once honored, who later turned on me—not because I did anything wrong, but because I wouldn’t shrink. Because I built something powerful without their permission.
And perhaps most painfully, I’ve had members of my own family turn away, blame me for their life choices, and project onto me their own shame.
This blog is not a call for pity. It is a call to witness.
A testimony for every woman spiritual leader who is under spiritual attack—not because she’s doing something wrong, but because she’s doing something revolutionary.
We are still living in a world that punishes women who hold sacred authority.
We are still fighting for the right to be safe while standing in our truth.
To lead spiritually is already to be on a battlefield. But to lead as a woman, as a Black or Brown woman, as a healeroutside the confines of Western religion—that is to become a living target for other people’s unhealed wounds.
People say they want healing, until they realize that healing means they must look at themselves.
They say they want divine feminine energy—but they want her soft and silent. They want the mother, not the warrior. They want nurturing, but not boundaries. They want to drink from the well, but they do not want the well-keeper to speak.
Being a woman in spiritual leadership means I’m expected to give endlessly—but the moment I say “no,” I’m called arrogant. Or a fraud. Or worse, dangerous.
They don’t want my power. They want access to it. They want to own it.
But I was never meant to be owned.
And so when I refused to be used, they tried to destroy me.
Some of the deepest wounds in my journey have come from those who were supposed to teach me.
Mentorship is sacred—but in too many spiritual circles, it becomes a disguise for control, theft, and spiritual jealousy.
I came into contact with people I thought would support my growth, only to find they were deeply invested in making sure I didn’t outshine them. They tried to undermine my work, steal my methods, and erase the foundation I built long before I met them.
One even tried to shut down my business entirely.
But what they didn’t know is: this business, this temple, this calling—was born from my soul. It existed before them. It will exist after them.
These were not mentors. These were gatekeepers—trying to lock doors that my ancestors had already opened for me.
And when I walked through anyway, they turned on me.
I grew up hearing the phrase “God is love.” But over the years, I’ve seen people use “God” as a weapon.
When you are a woman priestess—especially one rooted in an Afro-Caribbean lineage—some people believe you deserve to die just for existing.
I’ve received voicemails from men claiming to be Christians telling me I would be shot in the head for helping people reconnect to the spirits of their lineage.
I’ve had to report harassment from women who call me “evil” while actively following and watching every move I make online.
These aren’t just ideological disagreements. These are real threats from people cloaking violence in religion.
It’s not Christianity that’s the problem—it’s the colonial mindset still embedded in many people who believe that if they don’t understand you, you must be destroyed.
Let’s be clear: healing is not a crime. Calling upon the ancestors is not a crime. Being a priestess is not a crime.
But the violence aimed at us? That is criminal.
Some of the ugliest threats have come not from men—but from women.
It hurts me to say that. But it must be said.
Women who project their fears, their insecurities, and their jealousy onto other women are upholding the very systems that keep all of us oppressed.
One woman threatened to kill me for “counseling her man”—a man I had never even met in person. She invented a story in her head and let it consume her. Instead of asking for her own healing, she chose violence.
Another publicly slandered me for having spiritual authority that she couldn’t claim for herself.
It is not my job to shrink so another woman can feel safe in her self-abandonment.
It is not my job to lie, pretend, or fake humility to make the world comfortable.
I am not your enemy—I am your mirror.
And if you cannot stand to see what’s reflected, that is your work to do—not mine.
The most sacred wounds often come from the ones we love.
In my own family, I have been scapegoated—blamed for things that were never mine to carry. I’ve had relatives twist stories to cast me as the villain, all because I stood in my truth and refused to carry their unhealed burdens.
When you step into your power, your light will trigger those still living in shadow.
When you break generational cycles, you become the lightning rod for resistance.
I’ve had to choose between being loved and being real.
I chose real.
But that choice comes with deep loneliness. The path of a priestess is often walked alone—not because we want solitude, but because the world fears women who are no longer willing to be silenced.
I don’t always talk about it, but the fear is constant.
Every time I receive a new follower, I have to wonder: is this someone seeking healing—or someone seeking to hurt me?
Every time I get a DM or an email, I pause. Is it another threat?
I’ve had stalkers. I’ve had people show up at events uninvited. I’ve had to take precautions just to feel safe doing the work I was born to do.
This isn’t paranoia. This is reality.
When you’re a woman of spirit in a world that fears the divine feminine, you become a living symbol of what they tried to erase.
That is why they come for us.
But I refuse to live in fear. I may take precautions—but I will never stop.
You may ask: why keep going?
Because this is not just a job. This is a sacred calling.
The spirits chose me. The mysteries walk with me. The ancestors stand behind me. And the people I’ve helped—those who found their hope again, who healed from trauma, who found their light in the darkness—they are proof that this work is real.
I don’t do this for fame. I don’t do it for attention.
I do it because I was sent.
Every ceremony, every prayer, every soul I’ve guided back to themselves—that is my answer to hate.
My existence is the resistance.
My power is the offering.
If you’re reading this and wondering what you can do, here’s what I ask:
We don’t need your pity. We need your presence.
I will not be silenced.
Not by jealous mentors.
Not by fearful women.
Not by threatened men.
Not by colonial churches.
Not by unhealed family.
Not by threats or surveillance.
I came to this earth with a purpose—and I walk in the full authority of the divine feminine.
If that offends people, so be it.
I am not here to be liked.
I am here to serve the Mystery.
If this spoke to you, I ask you now:
Share it. Let people know the truth.
Speak up. For every woman who is harassed in silence.
Support. The spiritual leaders who keep going, even while under attack.
To every woman spiritual leader reading this:
You are not alone.
You are not crazy.
You are not too much.
You are divinely chosen.
We will not go back to silence.
We will not return to the shadows.
We are here. We are powerful. We are many.
And we are rising.
With power, beauty, and abundance
Priestess Shoshana, CEO of Spiritual Teachers Voodoo and Temple de la Luna, Spirit Worker, Instructor, Psychic, Healer, Herbalist, Author
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