Don’t be fooled, women have carved paths around the earth
Women’s feet have paved many torrents upon the ground
And many women have lost their lives in sacred pilgrimage
Of blessing the Isle and the Mountain top
In the name of the woman
The nature of the septum and the womb
Ancient women have placed their feet upon your paths
And by their unsung names
I remember them
For, wherever they have gone
I go
My feet are not the first to walk these paths
And they won’t be
The Last
Inner Landscape of the Multi-dimensional Soul…..
The inner landscape is healing with an integration of sorts. It comes in the form of a wound, an old wound that re-opens. Some say it is where the light comes in, it feels more like the reveal of the source of the wound. The serendipity.
This healing and I use the term loosely, is like a flash of realisation. It is a secret exposed with some shock and flatly deposited in the lap so it can not be missed. It is a “postcard” from the soul delivering what we had previously separated from ourselves and now it is the messenger for the integration to occur. Hold it, yes pick it up, look at it with a new perspective. Give it all the medicine you can. It was always a part of you, not apart from you. The integration is the acceptance of not who you are today but how magical you have become.
In turning the wheel of change within, exposing you beyond your boundaries you come back to yourself and hold tightly that which is transformative. As you are your Grandmother spirit in time. This is your spin around the wheel to integrate the realms of all you are. You are a soul on a mission to integrate.
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