This episode is personal. It's sacred. It's a threshold.

I recently visited the Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture, and it completely shifted something in me. As I descended into the depths of their “From Slavery to Freedom” exhibition—three basement levels below ground—I felt like I was traveling through time. And when I reached the bottom, what I saw broke something open inside me: brittle receipts documenting the sale of human lives. Names reduced to numbers, stories reduced to stock.

And I realized... those receipts didn’t die with slavery. They became a blueprint we’re still using today. Now we call them promotions, productivity, and praise. We trade our souls for safety, our joy for just one more credential. But we weren’t born to be receipts. We were meant to be rivers.

What you’ve been experiencing this season hasn’t just been a podcast—it’s been a rite of passage. A liminal space. A sacred threshold between who you’ve been and who you’re becoming. And now? Now you're standing right at the edge.

What we explore in this episode:

• My powerful experience at the National Museum of African American History and Culture
• How receipts from slavery mirror the way we’re still measured today
• Why overachievement is a colonial legacy and what we need to unlearn
• The phases of a rite of passage: separation, liminality, return
• The sacred invitation of the threshold—and what you must be willing to leave behind
• Stories of two women who stepped into sovereignty and freedom
• A reminder that your rest is not a reward, your liberation is not a trophy—it is your birthright
• A powerful closing invocation from our ancestors and an invitation to name the one you are becoming

If you're standing at the threshold, I have a question for you:

What shall we call your sovereign self—the one waiting on the other side?

DM me the word “invitation” on Instagram @blackgoddesswithin and let me know what you’re ready to name her.

Final words to carry with you:

You are not a receipt. You are not a machine.

You are the altar. You are the offering.

You are the dream, unfolding.