To the sister who will not bend; who will not bow, scrape or break.
To the Goddesses in bodices who will not sell one another out but help one another rise
Who will not copy, steal or imitate their greatness but cultivate their own
Knowing that only she can midwife her mystery into being
And the world is starving for her magic.
To the divine feminine who refuse to play by the rules set before her
Who shatter the mold, rejects the fake and toss the old ways out the window.
Who cuts the strings and chains and never looks back
And inspires her sisters to do the same.
To those who sit in the sacred circles forming in waves around the world
Who stand up arm in arm, and heart to heart
Rooted in their authenticity, knowing the song of their own heart.
Whose wild call can be heard in the Phoenix song of their truth and their sweet lullaby alike.
To the visionary spirit who understand that this is not a race to be won but a dance to be felt.
Who beat the drum for their sisters, in times of celebration and in chaos
And who hold a lantern when those who walk in the shadowlands
Knowing the power of embracing all aspects of one’s divine being.
These are not pushovers.
These are not ones to be trifled with.
These are wild warriors of truth.
These are sage shaman medicine women.
These are the Valkyries riding in the night.
These are priestesses of the ancient stones made manifest in the here and now.
These are the bones of the Earth herself.
They are no toy to be played with
These are sorceresses woven of moon spells & howling wolves.
These are the ones they warned you about.
To the sister who will not bend
To you I bow.
~ Unlock the Mysteries of the Stars ~