The Moment My World Turned On

Once upon a time…
There was a woman who lived a beautiful, grounded, normal life.
She was successful. Loved. Creating. Exploring.
She was a writer for comics and video games—a world-builder, someone who shaped fantasy into form.

She led community conversations in the kink world—guiding people through embracing their forbidden desires, and sovereign relating. Her life was sensual, anchored, fiercely honest.

She wasn’t spiritual, not really.
Not in the way people think of that word.

But she thought she understood the game.
Thought she was “awake.”
She believed in truth. In embodiment. In personal power.

And then one day… everything changed.

It started with a nine-minute drum track from a book on shamanic journeying. Something simple. Something curious. Something that shouldn’t have broken the fabric of reality…

BUT DID.

And in that one moment—without warning—
She remembered.

Not just her soul.
But her mission.

The veil dropped and the world turned into a mythic video game. She remembered that she was the Author. The Designer. The Creator.
Not just of her stories or her fantasy worlds.
But of reality itself.

And the Earth Angel she had ALWAYS been—the alchemist, the high priestess, the cosmic architect—stepped forward.

It sounds beautiful. And it was.
But it also broke everything.

Because with every layer of awakening came another layer of loss.

This is the part most people don’t see:
The grief. The isolation.
The friends who fell away.
The lovers who didn’t know how to meet her anymore.
The quiet ache of trying to explain something so profound, so unnameable, that language buckles under the weight of it.

She doesn’t share this to convince anyone.
She knows how it sounds.
She once wouldn’t have believed it herself.

But she has to tell the story now.
Because not saying it would be a lie.

There were times she wanted to walk it all back.
To un-know the Mystery.
To go back to the version of herself who was just edgy enough to be cool, but not so far off the map that people questioned her experience.

But the truth was too loud.
And her soul wouldn’t let her shrink.

So she chose something else.

She chose herself.
She chose to stop hiding behind logic.
She chose to let herself be seen as magical, mystical, spiritual, erotic, cosmic.
Even if people didn’t get it.
Even if they left.

Because she now knows:
The people who are meant to find her are already feeling the frequency.
But they can’t find her if she doesn’t share it.

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I’m Sharon Marie Scott.
And this is me—on this side of the veil.
Still grounded. Still human. Still wildly imperfect.
But also…
A woman who now lives in a reality of magic, energy, and remembrance.

A woman who has lost people, yes.
But who has also gained the ALL.

I’m ready to start sharing my stories with you.
The sexy ones. The challenging ones.

But most important of all:
The TRANSMISSION beneath the content.
The erotic truth of being fully, divinely turned on.

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But be warned, this book will unlock you, so only a fuck yes will do.

In sovereign flesh and flame,
Sharon

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