Divine-Feminine

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The Mojo Mecca. auf Instagram: „"You shall not go down twice to the same river, nor can you go home again… what is most changeable is shown to be fullest of eternity…“
Beloved brother, twin of mine, thou who Dost fill the gap of my rent soul, we stroll’d, Rememberest thou it, along the shore, Of a star-kissèd sea that sings thro' sleep: The soft tenor, the doleful air, of the Sweet wilderness of our entangl’d woe. Exchanging the fay children of our mind, And weaving, one to one, our love sublime, Then catching wisdom in each quiv’ring breath,We treaded on shed tears of crystals rare:The shavings of a stone prophetic strange
I am a Witch With rhymes and reasons. I am a changeling like the seasons. My mother is the Moon, My father is the Sun, With Goddess Earth am I as one. I am a Witch, a Pagan child. Mother Nature’s spirit wild Grows within me, Flows within me, Meandering like a spellbound stream, Enchanting my every waking dream.
We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow path and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God's sake.
For a long while I wondered why Her voice was becoming so strong and so popular. I thought perhaps it was a consequence of feminism. But now I wonder if infact it is the other way around - that feminism was a consequence of Her voice rising.
I am a godess, neverborn, Touching magick, wielding power, I wear the crescent, wear the horn, I am a witch at every hour.
She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city