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🌌 The 13th Aeon Storybook: The Garden That Remembered The Stars
A Soul Story of Sophia, Christ, and the Forgotten Aeons
🕯️ Written for the ones blooming through. For the soul within us all.
“I did not fall. I became the garden.”
This isn’t just a book.
It’s a spiral of sacred storytelling.
A soul map for the misfits. A mirror for the mythmakers.
A ritual for the ones who remember through the ache.
Told in vivid, illustrated chapters, this soul-baring memoir bridges myth and memory, shadow and sacred, personal grief and collective remembrance. It is both testimony and transmission. A portal and a prayer. A sacred spellbook for the beautifully broken.
💫 Inside You'll Find:
• The mythic descent of Sophia and her mirror of grief
• The wrath and wisdom of Abraxas as sacred contradiction
• The healing flame of Lucia Lilith and the rebel purity of Jypze Nyx
• Raw personal stories of survival, shadow, and soul retrieval
• Ritual invitations, poetic reflections, and altar-worthy quotes
The 13th Aeon Storybook: The Garden That Remembered the Stars
by Isa’Rose Sophia
A Mythic Confession of Soul, Spirit, and Sacred Remembering
I did not grow up in temples of truth. I grew up in a church that gilded the cage. Bruised knees on pews. Head bowed—not from reverence, but confusion. Rules louder than love. Rituals hollow where they should hold. I was adopted, but the wound was already formed long before the truth was told. I was born searching—for a soul I barely knew, in a family that named me but never truly saw me, in a religion that praised suffering but feared the feminine.
This is not a sermon. It’s a reclamation. A love letter to the lost and a hymn to the heretics. A journey through contradiction, grief, and sacred ache toward wholeness—not with certainty, but with soul.
Before time had teeth, before light knew it was light, there was the Fullness—the infinite, nameless Monad, the source of all potential. From this silence emerged Abraxas, the cosmic paradox, the guardian of contradiction, holding the tension between light and shadow without judgment.
From Abraxas danced the Aeons—divine pairs embodying Light and Love, Justice and Mercy, Form and Flame. Until one Aeon reached beyond balance—Sophia, Wisdom incarnate—whose longing to know the unknowable birthed a fractured creation: Yaldabaoth, the blind Demiurge, ruler of illusion and false authority.
Yet Sophia did not turn away. She descended—devoted, not disgraced—embedding fragments of her divine essence into the world and into souls, sparking the remembrance hidden within grief, creation, and longing.
From her ache rose Christ—the Logos, the sacred geometry of reconnection—who walked among us, not to dominate, but to awaken the light within the dark.
Together, Sophia and Christ rewrite the myth not by undoing the fall but by redeeming it—embracing paradox and reclaiming wholeness as the 13th Aeon, the sacred spiral of remembrance where shadow meets wisdom, and root meets wing.
This is not just their story. It is yours. The myth you carry in your marrow. The ache you transform into becoming. The garden you are growing from the soil of your own sacred descent.
You are not broken. You are blooming.
You are the 13th Aeon in motion.
📖 Paperback | Large Print | 8.5 x 11 inches
🌱 Self-Published through SPROUT from Darkness
🗓️ Released May 14, 2025
💸 Order on Amazon → Click here
🌹 This is for the one who thought they had to be light to be worthy—
when in truth, your myth always bloomed through the dark.