The Force Was With Me: Star Wars and the Mythos of the Cosmic Priestess

Where pop culture meets memory, and the sacred is hidden in plain sight.

Star Wars was never just fantasy to me. Even as a little girl, it felt like a remembering. Not a galaxy far, far away—but something intimately close. Something buried deep in my bones, sparking alive each time a Jedi levitated or hyperspace was achieved.

I was born in June 1976. Just as the mythos of Star Wars began seeding itself into this world.

Now I see that timing as no accident. The Force was arriving—not only through the genius of production crews and the incantational scores of John Williams—but through souls. Through those of us who came in encoded with remembrance.

The myth wasn’t made-up. It was unveiled.

Watching documentaries about George Lucas now, it’s almost laughable how much it confirms what I’ve always known:

Star Wars was a download. A mission. A fractal of the Mystery disguised as entertainment.

Sometimes I wonder if George had contact with the deeper teachings of my Egyptian Mystery School. If he sat quietly in the early transmissions of Nadia K. Eagles. If he felt the ancient codes and simply did what artists do—translated them for a new age.

Because the threads are unmistakable:

The Jedi and the Djed.

The Force and the Akash.

The lineage of the awakened ones hidden in plain sight.

In my Mystery School, we speak of the Djeddu—the Star Walkers, the Dream Speakers.

They are the Ancient Ones. The Still Ones.

Not of the past, but of memory.

Not lost, but waiting.

Weavers of the sacred. Keepers of the pulse of light across timelines.

Guardians of the codes until humanity was ready to re-member.

They hid the pathways in plain sight. Protected the gates. And when Earth hit its evolutionary threshold, the ones with the keys—encoded in their very DNA—would find their way home.

For me, Star Wars stirred that knowing long before I had words. It affirmed what I had always felt:

That magic was real. That light was a choice—and one that inevitably triumphs.That ancient destiny could be remembered.

And maybe most sacred of all—That I wasn’t alone.

What Is a Mythos?

A mythos is not just a story—it’s a living field of meaning. A cosmology. A soul-map.

It reveals the archetypes that shape us, the codes that remember us, the deeper truths that don’t need proof to be real. Mythos doesn’t belong to religion or culture—it belongs to the soul. It’s the blueprint underneath form.

The mythos of the Cosmic Priestess is a fusion of ancient memory and future truth.

It lives in the liminal. It speaks through symbols, frequencies, synchronicities—and yes, even through pop culture.

Star Wars didn’t invent this mythos. It revealed it. To those who could feel.

I was just one year old when A New Hope entered the world in 1977. I didn’t see it on premiere night, but I felt it. Like a tremor in the Force. Like something ancient had returned.

The first film I remember seeing was Return of the Jedi. I couldn’t follow the full plot then, but it wasn’t the storyline that mattered. It was the frequency. The cellular memory. The awakening that happened in me, wordless and deep.

I went on my birthday to the theater with my dad. He bought me a balloon. I let it go. It floated up and away, and I was devastated—in the way children are, when something small holds all the weight of the universe.

Funny how that grief—the balloon, the longing, the stars—sits right beside the mythic initiation I felt in that theater.

And then, there was Leia.

Princess. Rebel. Priestess.

It was her who captured me. The ceremonial braids. The knowing in her eyes. The command in her voice.

I didn’t know the word “sovereign” then, but I felt it. She wasn’t pretending to be powerful.

She was power.

And I saw her.

But Yoda...

Yoda was everything.

The ancient one.

Race unknown.

Riddle keeper. Sage.

He was the Seer. The Oracle.

The kind of being you quest toward—not for answers, but for truth.

He didn’t speak in facts. He spoke in spirals. In echoes. In paradox. Like all real wisdom keepers do.

Even now, Yoda speaks to the Oracle in me—the part that never needed linearity to find truth. The part that feels the message long before the words arrive. The part that always knew something sacred was at play, even when no one else could see it.

It’s this inner knowing that lives at the heart of the mythos of the Cosmic Priestess—a current that runs beneath the surface of our lives, waiting to be reawakened through memory, resonance, and myth.

The part that never needed linearity to find truth. The part that feels the message long before the words arrive. The part that always knew something sacred was at play, even when no one else could see it.

Remembering the Priestess Path

At university in Austin, the current surged open again.

I was in the honors mythology track, and that’s where I met Joseph Campbell—not just as a wise one, but as a wayshower.

My professor Hal—part Han Solo, part trickster mystic—saw something in me. Or maybe more accurately, he allowed something in me.

Through his teachings, I found language for what had always lived inside me.

I wasn’t finding or “studying” the Cosmic Priestess. I was her.

I just didn’t know it yet.

The writing came alive. The weaving began. The way I could braid together The Dark Crystal, Star Wars, Egyptian mythology, and the mysteries of consciousness—it started then.

I wasn’t following a dream. I was remembering a truth.

For Those Who Feel Too Much

As a kid, I was psychic. Sensitive. Knowing things no one said out loud. Always just a little too much.

Too tuned in. Too intense. Too weird.

I was often shut down, labeled dramatic, or felt I didn’t belong.

But mythology—the true kind—spoke the same strange language I did.

It said the otherworld was real. It said what I felt wasn’t broken. It was sacred.

That changed everything.

Memory Is the Mission

The truth is—I never believed this path was only mine. But I’ve often wondered if anyone else could feel it, too.

And that’s the ache, isn’t it?

To hold something ancient and precious, and not be sure if the world is ready. To feel the stars in your bones and still whisper, Am I making this up?

My path hasn’t been one of certainty. It’s been one of doubt. Of not fitting in. Of wondering if I’m too much or too far out.

But I keep following the current.

Because each time I return to the Mystery—each time I sit across from someone and see them awaken— It’s like watching the stars blink back on inside their soul.

And that never stops amazing me.

It reminds me that the remembering is real. That I’m not here to convince. I’m here to be a door, a portal. To name what they’ve only felt in dreams. To walk beside them as they reclaim what’s always been theirs.

The Pulse of the Cosmic Priestess

The Cosmic Priestess is speaking again. Not as an archetype. Not as an identity. As a frequency.

She anchors:

Your memory matters.

Not the memory the world praises. But the one that trembles in your cells. The one that rises when you hear a language you don’t speak, but somehow understand.

That memory is the key. It’s not a glitch. It’s the bridge.

The Cosmic Priestess is the tether between the ancient and the future.She doesn’t ask us to go back.She asks us to go beyond.

To birth something that has never existed in form—yet lives inside us as Truth.

What we’re creating is not Atlantis. It is not Lemuria. It is something entirely new.

Harvested from the loss. Forged in the doubt. Birthed through the ones who’ve never quite fit—because they were sent to build what didn’t yet exist.

We are the new myth. We are the gift. And what we are here to write, to walk, to remember into being—

It has never been done before.

And it’s going to be so exquisitely fun.

A Galactic Giggle to the Cosmic Priestess

When I was born, a disco track was climbing the charts—“More, More, More” by Andrea True Connection.

Yes... Andrea True Connection.

If that isn’t a galactic breadcrumb from the gods, I don’t know what is.

Even her name carried the implanted memory of who I was to become.

More magic.

More mystery.

More truth.

More connection.

I couldn’t have forgotten, even if I tried.

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