The Prophecy of Goddess revelation

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I had a vision once, long ago of a Goddess hidden behind a very carefully constructed wall. I wondered; Why had she allowed herself to remain hidden for so long? Perhaps to teach us a lesson that we would not soon forget? She began dismantling the wall brick by brick until she was fully revealed to the world. She restored the balance of nature and the balance of the Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine. I felt a prophecy was beginning to emerge.

If all wo/men began prophecy that the walls of illusion surrounding the Divine Feminine will crumble and the Goddess be revealed to the world we will lay down the foundations of belief and we all know that if enough of us believe it will come to pass.
Meditate daily on a vision of the Divine feminine deconstructing the wall that was so carefully built by the suppression of the divine feminine. She removes each brick, one at a time until the wall crumbles to her feet and she once again steps out in the world and restores the balance that has been lost.

It was a fatal error of mankind’s ego to think that the work/nature of women, nurturing and keeping harmony with nature, was of no consequence in the greater scheme of mankind’s so called progress. Balance must be restored so that our precious planet, Mother Earth, will allow us to survive. For if she so chooses she could wipe us out in a moment.

Join me in daily mediations of this prophecy.

May all be well in our world

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Approaching Winter

Twinkling lights. I remember twinkling,
clouds resplendent awaiting snowfall.
It's Persephone's time below,
growing in power, regality.
Friend to post-living souls,
hearing their stories,
sharing her own,
from the above time.

Flitting about,
we sing seasonal phrases,
sweat anxiously in crowded malls
over inner demands for a never
remembered perfection.
Children standing in awe below
magnificence of glowing giant trees.
Cities returning to primal forest
for an imaginary season.
Telling ourselves our stories that
Santa might find us worthy
of that shiny plaything that will
make us all right, make us happy.
Happy little children, so Mama
and Papa might be proud,
stop fighting,
tell us happy children stories,
take us back to the Garden.

Deep below, Persephone combs
her silken hair, long tangly
root
core
essence.
Magical petals of bliss and succulent aroma
lightly fall within the Garden walls.
The flowers are sleeping, blanketed in
millennial layers,
reverberations of stories,
plotlines thick with forest lore.
Snowflakes twinkle, lightly falling
draping long-growing trees
peacefully awaiting their Queen.

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