I feel a snake, uncoiling; an energy, unfolding. I see an earthen star forming the five points -- the rooted stakes -- of my hearth’s tent. I see it rise, solid and strong. Stoic, in a way, as it holds within its walls all of the mysteries, the atrocities, the stories and the epiphanies leading ...
You have evicted those who sucked your power from your sacred center, so hear my words when I affirm your perfection: You are absolutely blameless, Womb-Keeper. Anyone who tells you differently is striking at air with a dull sword. You guarded your fortress as you do now, with all that you are, ...