Pillar 1: La Princesa knows exactly who she is and does not source her identity from the masses
I have no interest in getting to know people who need to outsource their identity from the trends, who collect their persona from silicone, who are a cheap billboard for even cheaper brands and have no timeless philosophy.
A Princesa always knows who she is and Art by definition does not alter itself if it in fact moves as art: would you change the walls of Versailles because now “minimalism” is trending? Versailles is Versailles, it is not your Pinterest DYI and it does not seek your opinion, it is grandiose as it is and so are rare women, there’s not a single plastic woman I have met inside the palace, those live outside, they need borrowed identity because they are telling the world: they are not La Princesa.
Since we are speaking of identity, and since I rarely allow any glimpse into who I am, here is an unedited text from 2018 about my identity so we get to know each other:
“Who am I?
If you are here and you find yourself immersed in my thoughts and philosophies, you might wonder who I am, I have never written an introduction through which we can somewhat truly see each other.
I will tell you first what I am not,
I am not your guru, I am certainly not a new age feminist, nor therapist, I am not an influencer despite having the brand deals and maybe the “look”, I am not a fan of trends and transitory habits, my passions have evolved over years intentionally, in Spanish “talento” meaning “talent” is also “tan-lento” as in – very slow. Talent, true talent, is always very slow.
I am not promiscuous, in fact, I am not even modern in that sense, I will not date you and move in with you, or reply to your dms, or call you back…I fall in love, and if it happens then I also cultivate that away from the woke culture that wants us to label everything, use new words to control uncontrollable realities…
And when I fall in love, it is with a man who’s truly one, a man of few words, solid intellect, a man who grew up playing outside, getting hurt and getting up, a man whose work does not keep him behind a keyboard, a man twisted women will call “toxic” because he does not offer flowers on a date and does not go to healing retreats nor does he like to “sit down and talk about it”…he just is and he’s comfortable being exactly who he is.
I did not exchange God for the vague Universe practices, I never went to Burning Man, I do not like yoga, I like oriental danse, alive, free and sensual
I do not drink matcha because it ages you, I do not do the morning breathwork nor the night mediation
I live, fully, without interruption, without performance, without judgement or expectations of perfection because my ambition is to be art and art does not aim for “perfection” but rather for exquisite rare presence.
I dress in silk, I listen to Charles Aznavour sing about a Montmartre that does not look like the one we have today
I write letters to my loved ones
I bring people back to their truth and I water their dreams with my softness until they flourish
And I wear perfume to bed, I still have my soft voice
I do not have anything plastic inside of me, and yes, my lips are real.
I AM real. Maybe now, we know each other, a little.”
Pillar 2: A Princesa has talent. Most people have workforce skills.
“Talento” means talent—but it also reads as tan lento: very slow.
Cultivating a skill that does not belong on LinkedIn is increasingly rare because people are increasingly poor—in every sense. Their soul has been traded for paychecks, leaving us with efficiency… but no depth.
Talent is what you are born with.
But talented is who you become when you refine it—over years—without needing validation.
The rarest trait that qualified women in royal courts was not beauty—it was talent: art, poetry, philosophy, SUKUN.
Only slaves were silent. They were well-groomed too—but silent.
A man like Suleiman would look at 99% of Instagram women and see nothing he needed. The palace already had material abundance. What he required was intangible, rare, soul-provoking.
Men need that to grow. To conquer. To dream. To love.
No man fully emerges outside the presence of a magnificent woman.
Whether mother or lover—ideally both—it always takes a rare woman to reveal a man to himself.
In a world of women who have little to say and much to ask, men are becoming uninspired, hollow, and dangerous to themselves.
Because the forgotten truth is this:
A man is born once from the womb… and then again, and again, and again—from the depth of a rare woman’s love.
Pillar 3: A Princesa is not accessible—she is available by destiny, not by demand
‘A woman’s heart should be so hidden in God that a man has to seek Him just to find her.’ - Maya Angelou
A rare woman is not “hard to get.”
She is simply not available through ordinary means: you won’t meet her if you simply network enough, if you get introduced by the right people, if you travel enough or even if you pay matchmakers.
You will meet her when your heart has sent enough real prayers only God has heard, and she will be placed effortlessly in front of you through means you’ll never understand, for the entire universe conspired to work in your favor for that one moment of serendipity.
Modern women seek strategy, and some of them will be alright - if alright is satisfying that is, but THE woman will be outside the box, kept from you and for you all at once, in a divine play monitored by God, because you finding each other is a life altering moment, a beginning where both of your identities will never be the same, unlike anything “arranged”, studied, safe and predictable.
A Princesa has her man inscribed on her heart, and she lives peacefully knowing God made him to find her and find himself during such a pursuit, for she belongs only to the highest version of him and would only be delivered to the highest version of him.
I have once read in a secret book that men are destined for one woman, and they will sabotage everything that is not her, when she appears, they feel deeply it is time to rise to their highest self, because they know intuitively that is the only way to keep her and the only acceptable offering to La Princesa.
Pillar 4: A Princesa carries the invisible crown
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
As the western world programmed women to take a man’s role in peacocking: whether through showcasing visible wealth, attracting through status, or getting that third brazilian butt injection, La Princesa speaks to a man’s soul through an invisible thread.
Her crown is only visible to those hand selected souls who have gone into the arena. The rest may also want La Princesa, that’s why fame chases her easily, opportunities never lack in her world, yet she also has an eye for the invisible battles a man has fought to claim himself, even if invisible to others or even himself.
She is the mirror and north star to her beloved, every step he takes towards her is a step he crosses towards himself and the life he always wanted and deserved.
But you too are invited, to sit by the fountain of love that she is and replenish your soul in a world where everything creates more hunger, like that rolling stones song “I can’t get no satisfaction…but I tried…and I tried…and I tried…”
You’d be trying forever unless you’ve found SUKUN, somewhere by a fountain pouring love over you and you alone, that kind of luck that makes you feel like the king of the world, simply to have arrived at the secret garden that is yours and yours alone, so far removed from the world’s ongoing agony and deception.
Only the man in the arena knows how good it feels to find such a garden, after all they have seen, battled and survived.
So they lock their garden,
and it remains invisible to the eye, except their own.
Always good to read a post from the mind of a princess. Well said, bestie