There comes a moment when faith stops feeling like home and starts feeling like red tape. A moment when the room that once held you begins to shrink around your breath. In my new editorial, I confront the politics of holiness, the violence of control dressed up as devotion, and the God who keeps showing up in all the places they were told they shouldn’t. It’s a letter for the ones who left quietly, a mirror for the ones who stayed, and a door for the ones still searching for where God went after the meeting adjourned.

This editorial interrogates the racial, spiritual, and economic double standards that make it acceptable to fund pulpits but shame priestesses. It explores why Black women spiritualists are feared, underpaid, and often erased, while religious and wellness institutions thrive. Drawing on ancestral memory, historical scholarship, and lived experience, it dismantles the myth that healing should be free—and reframes sacred work as worthy of compensation, reverence, and recognition.

“Before queerness was politicized, it was priesthood.
Before it was punished, it was power.”

The Holy Ghost Is Trans journeys through ancient gender roles, suppressed spiritual truths, and the emergence of sacred digital sanctuaries. This essay honors the wisdom of those who live in-between—and reveals why their light is essential to the future of the sacred.

White Sage, White Spaces is a personal essay examining the silencing of Black voices in spiritual communities that profit from Black and Indigenous traditions. It reflects on what it means to carry memory in your blood while being treated as a guest of your own ancestry—and why true healing must include truth, accountability, and representation.