The Cover Story: A Voice in the Night, October 27, 2017

The Cover Story

A voice speaks in the night. For the first time in many months, I am jolted upright. The dream is a vivid swirling fractal of every possible green. “I am the Divine Feminine.” Within the fractal swirls are three sharpened pencils. 

It’s 3 a.m. I bolt out of bed and draw a multicoloured mandala. The greening of a soul. Veriditas. Hildegard of Bingen, Akashic Record.Voices. Compassion. Forgiveness. Transformation. Destruction. The Womb of the Universe. Emptying. Filling. Recycling. Returning. Reclaiming. Greening soul. In 1988 The Landing dream held the promise that I would fall from the intellect, the land of work and the fathers and with echoing screams of fear, land safely in the organic land of the mothers, earth, feathers and lamb’s wool. I had no idea where I was going nor why. Thankfully, I went.

Now after years of integration I have arrived back where I started while entering a very different world. The inner world of the dark feminine. Hearing voices. This time a welcome voice—the voice of my soul. For I have come to integration of the sacred feminine and sacred masculine and thus into relationship wit my Self.

That dream of incest in 1996 was no conclusion. There is never a conclusion in the work of the feminine. I work on many levels to bring the emerging feminine fully into recognition and acceptance in a patriarchal world. I am a visible aspect of the Sacred Feminine. We all are.

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