"My child," the goddess said.
"Though many ages have past and lives you have lived, the flow of the priestess still moves within you, and the crescent moon still glows upon your brow whether you see it or not.
The deep inner knowing that moves within you is calling you back home to yourself to resonate with your authentic truth.
You have a warrior's heart and healer's hands and a wild, ancient spirit
Never believe you are anything but divine magic."
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ARA
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Monster
PoetryAnother martyr? No, a monster. ~~~ Males have tormented the females for too long. History has been steeped in despair and females have paid the price. A reckoning is coming and with it, destruction. Beware the monster you have created.
