Goddess Rising

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I was beginning to find an authority in myself that I didn’t know existed. How could I have known? For I had blindly accepted a false and disempowering identity that had been insidiously projected upon me since birth; one which prevented me from seeing, not only my own light, but the light of others.

As this dark imposter continued to burn, however, in the furnace of love and truth that surrounded me, I felt my true identity beginning to rise from the ashes. And I recognised it, not as myself, but as my Self. For this was not a personal identity, but the divine feminine Source of all life that every woman on Earth embodies and represents. This, I realised, was the reason for my being held in such high regard; in such ridiculous high regard, in fact, that the gods themselves would surely be green with envy. But since this adoration had nothing to do with me, in the sense of my egoic self — my socially conditioned and really rather awkward self — I managed to avoid succumbing to pride, or delusions of grandeur.

Egoic deconstruction is a process. One which can seem scary or disorienting, at first, due to our lifelong identification with the ego, and unquestioned investment in it. However, nothing of value can be lost. It’s like hollowing out a section of wood, in order to make a flute. Not only can nothing of value be lost, but it’s absolutely necessary that no wood remains in the tube. For only then can it be played, as a musical instrument. And that’s exactly what I felt myself becoming. The Divine was beginning to play me like a flute. And I could hear Her music in every word that I spoke.

True, I still relied on a man. However, he was now beginning to rely on me, in recognition of my strength. And this glorious dance represented the true purpose of the gender dynamic. For man obviously wasn’t supposed to dominate and suppress women, or be dominated and suppressed bywomen. Rather, the masculine naturally serves as a compliment to the feminine, which represents his own Source of life on both the spiritual and physical planes of existence.

Needless to say, this sacred waltz has descended into a fractious cacophony of noise and chaos, driven and manipulated by political agendas, of one sort or another. Which is precisely why we must learn to dance again, for it’s in this divine dynamic that our freedom and happiness lie. In order to dance, however, we must first be able to hear the music.


Submitted: November 21, 2020

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