There is nothing but this sacredness.
Everything else is a distraction.
The energy of devotion
coursing deep within your veins.
highest expression
self love
embodiment
Beloved Lilith.
Beloved Lilith.
Deep within my veins.
Blood
of the Lover.
True
Honest
Dark
Divine
Raped Rapist
Nothing left out
Nothing withheld
Nothing left to simper
in the shadow.
Lilith with her lions.
Quan Yin
Delicacy.
Enlightened.
All from the shadowed depths of Hell
to be transmuted in,
please,
genderless,
Christ Light.
Mary Magdelene.
Jesus was not an Earthly virgin-
but his mother was.
Truly.
This is what miracles are.
Virgin and Whore
throughout history?
Or just for the Catholics
and the Victorians?
Mother must be a whore.
Mother, for Christ, the Lamb, is virginal.
Pure. Untouched by the dirty hands of man.
Unraped.
Betrothed to Spirit.
Sold
by pure belief-
child as she was-
to Mother-Father Oneness.
Mother to Christ.
Sister to all.
Descendant;
believe it;
of Lilith.
This season, this year, has been very Christianity-heavy for me.
I am exploring place.
I have been playing with the Arthurian Hallowdeck [brain typo: Hallowquest Deck]; with imagery and symbology deeply connected to the large island I was born in; and the hills, forests and pathways that I tread my wellies in and raise my eyes to daily, in this transitory era. (They are all transitory eras).
I don't mean to sound sad. In fact, it began to rain halfway through that sentence. It's okay. It's okay. The rain is part of it.
We connect with our Soul Family across separations of land and ocean and time and livingness and deadness and clouded perception- clouds around the heart window. Worse, sometimes- mostly, I have seen- a thick black substance like coal. Black oil, secreted from the wounds and shadow realms of the heart, uncleaned, like plaque and now requiring hammer smashes. I have performed this on myself and others. One hammer-smash cleansing is not enough. "Do your shadow work."
By taking Lilith's hand
Lilith
Satan
Who has been banished from the garden
banished from the kingdom of Heaven
and made the journey back
knows all.
Persephone, she is. Queen of the Underworld. Unwilling, at first, and brided.
Now she is friends with the self-belittled, shrouded, toxified. She promises them choice, though they may not want it.
She will walk with us
through the most frightening parts of the inner world
(reflected as the horrors of the outer world
- inner; outer.
Make the journey and you will see,
it's all the same.)
She will walk with us through Hell
and it will be like a night out in London.
Fx 🌸❣️
I have a free support group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/tinker.n.play
(It's focused on how we teach and learn with our children. So, a different vibe to this, but you'll probably like it. It's a place for mamas [I don't do any kind of biological determinism; nobody is excluded from claiming the title 'mama' if they feel it to be true for them] to gather and get to grips with how to educate children. This can certainly include the inner child.)
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