"My daughter," The Goddess spoke. "Deep within your soul lives the unique medicine that you were born with, your one of a kind gifts woven into the core of your being. They don't need to be understood by everyone to make them worthy, valid and real. Never feel like you should silence the powerful magic of your spirit because of the blind eyes of others.
I don't want to rise above you and extinguish your fire; I want to walk alongside you as we fan each others flames.
I don't want to change you. Not a single hair upon your head or any of the thoughts within it; nor any of the facets or layers of your complex being. Then it wouldn't be you.
I do not want to be lost in love; I desire to be found. Discovered and uncovered bit by glorious bit; mind, body, heart and soul revealed and revered in each facet.
Through history there have been those that have set their aim at breaking apart the women's circle, for it was a powerful transformative and healing energy that they feared and did not understand. What they did not realize, is that the circle is a thread that lives and shall live forever within each of us for all time. It cannot be broken; the circle lives on.
There is something that is intrinsically woven into my very being, a thread of longing as ancient as time itself; divine union. The uniting of the Goddess Queen and her consort, The King Stag. The beloveds, the lady and lord, the sacred marriage. Open. No barriers, no walls, no hesitations or limits.
It was the night of Beltane, the Priestess thought listening to the howls and drumming in the forest deep basked in the light of the Full Moon. This was the night of the sacred marriage, of celebrating the fertility of the land, the union of the male and female and great festivals were held among the trees.
If you are to love me, Love me with all of your wild untamed spirit
One day the Crone said to me: "My daughter, they will never stop telling you to act your age, they do it to me often. And my reply has always been the same; I will act the age my soul sees fit.
Throughout my life, I buried many thoughts about my perceptions of what my spirit would call the definition of a "perfect match" of the masculine to my feminine, which is different for every one of course.
Facing down the fear of exposure is often the point where we get rooted and stuck. We say, no more I can't keep going. If I keep going from here I will be bare. They will see me. I will be naked and totally open. Like children playing hide and seek we have been taught the last one hiding wins and this isn't the case at all. The last one hiding stays behind the mask.
