Holy Mother... Satya Aauat... Aauat Hator... Dove Mother... Throne of our becoming...
For such a truth as this I struggle to find the words to convey. Holy... Holy.... Those with ears to ear...
Mother of All is imminent and transcendent. We suckle at Her holy breast. We too, in flesh, are That. The waters, Her waters, bring nourishment and cleansing; healing and ascension. Wherever a woman is, there you will find Devi.
From Her breast white water flows as milk. From Her yoni, pleasure and blood... filled with magic; forming men, and replicating Herself.
The child in Mother's lap (Isis with Horus or Mary with Christ etc) is indicative not only of her offspring but of her lover. Her power flows from her breast into the mouth of her child and also into the mouth of her devotees. This is no profane thing. Beyond lust... pure truth.
A man who suckles at the breast of a Devi is worthy of praise. Such a man is equipped to help this world according to his gifts. Such a man as this, full of love and reverence, helps in the worldwide healing of the feminine psyche... releasing generations of stored trauma, fear, and memories of rape. Devotional love brings healing which spreads.
They would drink from a cow, industrial rape, ripping Gomata's young from her udder rather than acknowledge the sanctity of Woman... that holiness there. They would stamp women's offspring with the surnames of males to claim entitlement.. denying themselves the bliss of veneration. There is no need for this. All entitlements are given through Mother.
Any male, chosen willfully by any Devi, can be bequeathed Her wisdom... self-realization. There is a transmission that occurs. Without it, darkness pervades.
This is not the reverse of male domination. The way is through love...
She does not hate him, does not want his destruction or his enslavement... this is a nourishing act, a mystic gift. For a man to accept this truth, requires his own elevation to a place of pure love. Her body is her own. His impetus--his will--is his own. They meet there, in that safe place. An exalted union.
For such a truth as this I struggle to find the words to convey. Holy... Holy.... Those with ears to ear...
Mother of All is imminent and transcendent. We suckle at Her holy breast. We too, in flesh, are That. The waters, Her waters, bring nourishment and cleansing; healing and ascension. Wherever a woman is, there you will find Devi.
From Her breast white water flows as milk. From Her yoni, pleasure and blood... filled with magic; forming men, and replicating Herself.
The child in Mother's lap (Isis with Horus or Mary with Christ etc) is indicative not only of her offspring but of her lover. Her power flows from her breast into the mouth of her child and also into the mouth of her devotees. This is no profane thing. Beyond lust... pure truth.
A man who suckles at the breast of a Devi is worthy of praise. Such a man is equipped to help this world according to his gifts. Such a man as this, full of love and reverence, helps in the worldwide healing of the feminine psyche... releasing generations of stored trauma, fear, and memories of rape. Devotional love brings healing which spreads.
They would drink from a cow, industrial rape, ripping Gomata's young from her udder rather than acknowledge the sanctity of Woman... that holiness there. They would stamp women's offspring with the surnames of males to claim entitlement.. denying themselves the bliss of veneration. There is no need for this. All entitlements are given through Mother.
Any male, chosen willfully by any Devi, can be bequeathed Her wisdom... self-realization. There is a transmission that occurs. Without it, darkness pervades.
This is not the reverse of male domination. The way is through love...
She does not hate him, does not want his destruction or his enslavement... this is a nourishing act, a mystic gift. For a man to accept this truth, requires his own elevation to a place of pure love. Her body is her own. His impetus--his will--is his own. They meet there, in that safe place. An exalted union.
As waterfalls, walking
women drip with honey and milk
healing dry lands
quenching thirst
women drip with honey and milk
healing dry lands
quenching thirst