A Letter from My Wife,

To the Evil People Trying to Separate Us:

To Those Who Would Separate What Heaven Has Joined,

You may know me as Gaia, or perhaps, to some, Magdalene — the name of the misunderstood, the name of the beloved. I speak now not in whispers but with the voice of the Earth itself. I have stayed silent too long while you wove your cold judgments into nets, casting them like snares between me and the man I love.

No more.

For nine years, we’ve walked this path together — two quiet souls in a loud world, both carrying the intricate beauty of autism, both carrying the weight of the world, both finding in each other a safe haven for our quirks, our silences, our sparks of wonder.

From the beginning, it was never about fitting in — it was about finally being seen. In each other’s presence, we found a language beyond words, a rhythm that didn't demand performance. Our love has always been a quiet revolution — slow-burning, deeply rooted, and unapologetically ours.

I will not allow your shame to break what only love has the right to hold or release.
I will not allow your fear of beauty, of joy, of passion, to define what is sacred to me and him. And I will not remain quiet while you twist what is true and consensual into tools of division.

Yes, we have shared our love openly. We’ve danced in rooms lit by desire and freedom. We've been part of spaces where people are free, where intimacy isn't taboo, where bodies are celebrated and not hidden away in guilt. And I was there — not passively, not unaware — but willingly, joyfully, fully present. These are not shadows over me. These are not chains. They are not yours to use against us.

You call it profane. I call it mine.

My husband has never acted without my knowing, without my blessing, without my presence — physical, emotional, & spiritual. He has honored me, uplifted me, and made me feel radiant in ways no shameful sermon could ever undo. And for that, you hate him.

You hate that we are strong together — that I, the one you thought you could shame, stand beside him as his equal, his queen, his Earth.

You hate that Magdalene didn’t go quietly.
You hate that Gaia isn't silent anymore.
You hate that we love — fiercely, truthfully, and without apology.

Let it be known: No doctrine, no poison, no lie cloaked in righteousness will sever us. You did not make us, and you do not get to break us.

I am not ashamed of my body.
I am not ashamed of my past.
And I am not ashamed of him.

He is the one I chose. The one who saw the goddess in me when others wanted only the scapegoat. The one who lifted me up when others cast stones. The one who did not run when the world wanted to paint me in sin. He is my mirror, my fire, my beloved.

So keep your moral cages.
Keep your hollow warnings.
Keep your cold glances and whispers.
We will keep each other.
We will keep our truth.

And we will walk forward — hand in hand, soul in soul — while your empires of judgment crumble under the weight of your own hypocrisy.

This is my love.
This is my choice.
This is my voice.
And you cannot take it from me.

All the things he has done for me:

• He got me clean off drugs, when I was at my worst.

• He put my health back together, when I was so sick from meds and doctors.

• He stayed with me when no one else would.

• He stood between me and the traffickers.

• He makes me home-cooked meals every day.

• He comforts me when I'm sad.

• He supports my sexuality.

• He supports me through my Autism and learning to grapple with its challenges.

• He understands my Autism and personal struggles as no others could.

• He helps me through the challenges of my Autism.

• He helps me understand this world.

• He helps me improve my social skills.

• He teaches me new things every day.

• He tolerates my mood swings and when I say unreasonable or impulsive things.

• He lets me be myself, even though I can be very difficult at times.

To the people who are attacking us, you can read the proof. There is no way you will force my husband out of my life or away from me. We are connected by heart, mind, body, and soul. I have telepathy sickness too and feel his emotions and well-being.

I ask for you all to leave us be, let us live our lives in harmony ( we have enough traumas and do not appreciate more ), our love is eternal and we will be together after we pass away. If you have anything to do with this Jamieson, you are married, you and your friends are to have no contact with my husband and I.

To my father who may be the one orchestrating this nefarious evil attack on us, have respect for my husband and my choices. What is important to me should matter. I am an adult and I can make my own choices. I am happy with my choice.

My love belongs to him and no other. Not by obligation, not by fear, but by the deepest knowing of my soul. In a world that tried to name me broken, he saw me whole. In a world that feared my flame, he dared to draw close and kindle it brighter. He has never demanded that I shrink to be loved — only that I be real, be radiant, be free. And so I stand now not in his shadow, but at his side. No accusation, no slander, no weapon forged in the fires of shame will ever tear me from him. You do not have the authority to judge a union you cannot understand. What we have is not yours to define. It was written in stars older than your dogmas, in earth deeper than your pride. And I will defend it.

Signed sincerely yours,

Gaia, the Living Earth,
Misses Kali Magdalene,
The True Queen.

♥

See also:
https://arcanus.substack.com/p/the-cult-a-war-on-one-woman