Waking She Who Slumbers

The feminine has deep understanding of the power of matter. Women carry the instinctual knowing of the divine substance in matter and of how to bring this substance into life, because this knowledge is fundamental in the process of giving birth, in bringing a soul into human form. 

Now this wisdom is needed for the regeneration of the earth, for the earth’s awakening.

— Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

Awakening the World:

A Global Dimension to Spiritual Practice, page 66

Alexandra Sophie

The healing of ourselves as healers has to take place first. Bringing ourselves to wholeness, we become more sensitive to other people. In this change of consciousness that happens within us, we bring about change of consciousness in those around us and in the planet itself.

— Marion Woodman

I am the Goddess of Rebirth and Regeneration

"The Regeneration of Mother Earth" by Jeanne Fry

I come from the void and return to the void

in the stories and passages of time.

I go by many names in all civilizations

I am the sacred flame of creation through

which all things enter and exit realities.

I transform realities in the alchemy

of time and consciousness.

The time is coming for this reality

to transform into something new.

I prepare for this transition as does your

soul for it is an aspect of my light.

Close your eyes.

Envision my flame

cool to the touch

as you enter into its light.

Use this energy as guided.

You are not who you think you are.

Discover the wonders of the sacred light that is you.

— unknown

Little Girl, On Your Cosmic Throne

Dorothy Lathrop

Dark Daughter lit by the Stars,

Lovingly surrounded by Grace from Afar,

From the Abyss She Emerged...

A Being of Sweet, Tender Love

Little Girl on your Cosmic Throne,

Playing peek-a-boo with the Inner Planets,

Hide and seek with the Gas Giants,

Giggling away in a game of Celestial tag.

Sweet creature, Brave warrior,

My Precious Cosmic Paradox.

Her Skin Lit from the Glow of Worlds,

Her Bright eyes Gleaming,

Like the most precious Pearl.

Holding hands with the Universe,

A little vortex doing her dance,

And all of the Cosmos watches,

In Absolute Silence,

Entranced.

When she's sad, worn, ragged, or just tuckered out,

She comes back home,

and lays her head on a Lap with no Form.

Tucked in Her Blanket of Stars,

Awake only in her dreams

My little Daughter of the Dark,

Falls asleep...

To the sound of the Universe's Heart Beat.

Silver anklets tinkle on tiny black feet,

Dancing in the Darkness,

Reality Woven from A Little Girl's Dream.

― Priestess Bairavee Balasubramaniam, PhD

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