The primordial mother speaks, a billowing ghostly veil, calls me forth and rushes me across oceans back to the crumbling stone temples.
“See what you must see here. Truth be revealed. Creation and destruction are of your making and at your will, backed by my forces. This is the form and formless dance, the death, the life, and the resurrection. You are the masterpiece. Wondering what you are to create in this life daughter? I say it is you! You are the on that I have been waiting for. Die now and come to me so that I can remake you fashioned to best behold my beauty. Daughter, Goddess remember who you are. A living intelligent being of creation prickling with the desire yearning for the deep well of your womb to be plumbed and swum through like an explorer set out to sail across unknown seas and uncharted waters. A mystery to seek and to never quite be known. You are the place the brightest stars and ocean’s darkest depths meet. This is you Daughter Goddess, no more, no less.”
“You must remember now, you must awaken from your sleepy submission, thinking you could have power riding the coattails of men! Ha! You MUST awaken, take off your blinders girl, shatter this box of patriarchal illusion. You have forgotten, but so have they, and this will be your rise and their demise! Don’t you remember, You were there, a river raging, a desert storm blowing in a heat that seared the eyes of those that tried to behold you. You must take back your power for there are those that which to manipulate you, confuse you, make you doubt yourself and strip you of your power. These men have taken mercilessly, until they themselves have forgotten who you are and the power you hold. Remember daughter. Remember who you are. Coax out your anger like you would draw out an exotic beast gone extinct long ago. She is waiting to be resurrected. She is wanting. Speak now the fire from your heart-womb and drip blood upon the blade. A murderess, a priestess, a seductress, a lover, behold her fury and her love. Summoning the seed of life into her body, if this is what she chooses. Tongue out wild with pain you see with a thousand eyes and death and life are yours. Blood runs from between your legs, another moon another choice to cast out the Hope of Life within you or to summon the Seed of Life deep into your body to create the next new world. The power is you, the power of the oracle, the channel. Your voice a fire of words that scorches the forest and cast ferocity and fresh greens upon its ash. They will feel you and they will know that you are my daughter, Goddess, this is you, no more, no less.”
“Nuturer, big bountiful breasted beauty. Surrender and pour forth the milky galaxy from your boundless heart, giving birth to another life, then another, and another, and another….. Feed the delicate membranes that weave circuits of pain and pleasure, of joy and madness, of grief and forgiveness. Another wave, another contraction, cells cracking, splitting open, dividing, multiplying. Infinite lives within you, Mother. Infinite possibilities. What you feel, what you imagine, You create! Gather yourself, your moon blood, concentrate now, this is important. Summon strength from the sinew of the Father. Gather joy from the daisy flowers, gather celebration from the rainbows and the gospel dancers. Gather wisdom from ancient stars and forgotten stories. Gather and gather and then follow seed and trace the line to your belly. Cry out an endless seemless cry, Birth the new world. This is you, my daughter Goddess, no more, no less.”