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And I Her Child (Epistle)

She is the Mother of all that is, and I her child. She is the gatekeeper between all that was and all that shall be, within the mystery of the known and unknown, and the time between everything and nothing. She is the cauldron of power, the inspiration offered to seekers of light. In Her breast is the key to the hidden secrets and I have returned to Her domain. In her temple She waited for me as I drifted through time, she waited, in the certainty that I would remember and in Her temple She awakened my soul. In Her embrace I relived Her ancient secrets and recalled the mysteries of creation in primal instincts of mother and child. She is the creator of all and I am Her child. Yet I had forgotten my mother, lost in the maze of life I searched for the light, the truth and she found me. She knew my name before I was born, and when I called Her name, She came to me. I am born of the Goddess, and the Goddess is within me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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