The weary face is the surface.
The vibrant eyes are the rest.

Most people think my given name is all that I am.
But the name is a trickster.

Daisy — day’s eye.
On the surface, she looks charming, disarming, a little wild, impossible to fully eradicate… although some people tried.
It’s the Libra/Venus aesthetic that makes people feel comfortable right before the Upheaval arrives.
The trickster name that lets you move through the world without announcing yourself.

No one suspects the daisy. She’s taken at face value.
And underneath — Inanna.

Inanna is my inner name.
Ancient. Knowing.
Having made the descent and returned.
The soul that has been there before, that carries the memory of the Underworld in her bones, that knows what stripping away costs and what it gives.
The white magician who doesn’t announce herself either.
The speaker of truth in a flower’s clothing.
The 5/1 Upheaval Projector, who looks like a Libra until she doesn’t.
She is deeply Magha. She comes from ancient royalty.

Inanna is the Sumerian queen of heaven and earth.
She descended into the Underworld, was stripped of everything layer by layer, died, and was resurrected.
She came back knowing what no one else knew because she had been where no one else had gone.

It couldn’t be more timely to write this as the Sun is moving through my eighth house right now.
The house of the Underworld. The house of descent, karmic debt, and intense life experiences.
The house of transformation and regeneration.
The house of life and death, and hidden matters.

I’m revisiting it once again, drawing from the memory of all that I have experienced.
But now, holding both heaven ánd earth.

Ra Uru Hu was a black magician, a trickster who unknowingly blew holes in his aura to let the Voice come in uninvited. Manifestors doing Manifestor things.
I, on the other hand, am being carefully prepared as a vessel.
The Daimon patiently waits for the door to open.

Daisy is deceptively simple.
A common flower that grows even through concrete.
It comes back every year without being asked.

I am not simple.
There’s a whole world underneath my name that most people will never get to see.

I’m not here to bring comfort or share in the superficiality.
Because Upheaval brings truth. It brings integrity and honor.
It leaves no stone unturned.
And with this vessel also comes great responsibility.

I bring judgment, opinions, provocation, and fighting as a survival mechanism.
Being eradicated so many times shaped these mechanisms almost to perfection.

For I am still human.
Inanna descended as a goddess and arrived stripped bare.
I descend as myself, and sometimes I drop the sword.
Sometimes I am the one who spoils things.
Who missteps, wounds, gets it wrong.

For a long time, perfection was my armor.
If I could be flawless enough, there would be nothing left to use against me.
But no one has ever truly allowed me to be fully human — so I am learning, slowly, to grant that to myself.
To let my Shadow exist without shame.
To stop asking myself to be more god than human.
To know that the wholeness I carry includes all the broken parts.

The challenge is always the same: daring to show up imperfectly, vulnerable, persevering in the fight for the good cause. Inanna, who dies to herself again and again. In the name of love.

Daisy — a common flower, easy to overlook.
Bringing the very tension between being underestimated and carrying an enormous depth of sight.
I bring Upheaval to liberate myself and others from the deep oppression of the Shadow, the Underworld.
I bring Upheaval — I will lay bare what has been spoiled, and provoke you and fight for you to love yourself more fully.

It all started with my own provocation, letting myself be provoked through great suffering that challenges my perseverance and strips me of everything that is untrue. A sacred fight to love myself to the fullest.
Embracing Upheaval as my sword.
Carrying it with honor.
Standing firm in my integrity from a seeing that has touched both Root and Crown.