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They told her she was gone.
They told you she was never yours.
They lied.
Sophia — Wisdom herself, the Divine Feminine — was cut from the story by priests, translators, and councils who feared her power. They turned her into a serpent, a seductress, a shadow. They split her body into fragments and gave her names meant to shame. But the truth could not be buried.
In The Resurrection of Sophia, Yisra El becomes the witness and scribe of Sophia’s return. Across ten burning chapters, Sophia speaks again — naming her betrayers, mapping the wounds they left, and revealing the boat that will carry her daughters across the waters of grief, religion, and forgetting.
This is more than a book. It’s an unearthing. A gospel in exile. A declaration of war against every system that built its power on your amnesia.
Inside you’ll find:
Sophia’s first-person account of her erasure and return
A map for turning your deepest wounds into altars of authority
A summons to join the crossing — from silence to voice, from exile to resurrection
If you have ever felt the flicker — the bone-deep knowing that you were made for more than obedience — Sophia’s voice is already rising in you.
You are not an audience.
You are the continuation.
They told her she was gone.
They told you she was never yours.
They lied.
Sophia — Wisdom herself, the Divine Feminine — was cut from the story by priests, translators, and councils who feared her power. They turned her into a serpent, a seductress, a shadow. They split her body into fragments and gave her names meant to shame. But the truth could not be buried.
In The Resurrection of Sophia, Yisra El becomes the witness and scribe of Sophia’s return. Across ten burning chapters, Sophia speaks again — naming her betrayers, mapping the wounds they left, and revealing the boat that will carry her daughters across the waters of grief, religion, and forgetting.
This is more than a book. It’s an unearthing. A gospel in exile. A declaration of war against every system that built its power on your amnesia.
Inside you’ll find:
Sophia’s first-person account of her erasure and return
A map for turning your deepest wounds into altars of authority
A summons to join the crossing — from silence to voice, from exile to resurrection
If you have ever felt the flicker — the bone-deep knowing that you were made for more than obedience — Sophia’s voice is already rising in you.
You are not an audience.
You are the continuation.