I AM SHE

I Am

The One who rides upon the Lion

Regal

Watching

Observing closely the movements of my surroundings

From High View I feel comfortable, casting judgement to the ones who wander aimlessly below.

With my face to the stars and moonlight in my hair,

I can hear the songs of Angels, Oh please, won't you take me there.

Then I saw him

He was fallen

Earthbound, wrapped in vines and confused about what it was to be intertwined.

Unsure he thrashed but his face held some form of delight.

I got down on the floor, wrapped him in my arms and then knew they weren't my own anymore.

Divine energy flooded him, me, until we felt like us.

The great MA's presence was here, while she continued to weave threads that stretched across lifetimes.

Encouraging him to rise He Said, Ascent is only one part of the art!

If all you seek is the light, you'll repress what's dark and miss the fullness!

The fullness...... The fullness of what?

I have worked lifetimes to get here.

Cried into streams of forgiveness. Scoured my way out of muddy banks and through diligence lifted myself from this felt heaviness.

I have earnt my right to fly.

He said, You saw him too.

The Shamen. Calling. Beckoning.

Go into the Jungle. Walk toward your fears. Get messy and feel the dark wet on your skin.

With a resistant knowing, into the jungle I went.

Eyes wide like soaked almonds.

Spine erect like a totem.

Head turning.

Watching from Above.

Feeling my Lion poised, even under the weight of my legs.

My feet hovering above the floor, a removal of sorts and once more. I knew I had to get off.

Put my hands in the dirt and the moment my toes touched land, the Lion disappeared!

Ants took over my hands, mosquitoes went niiiiiiiiii in my ears and a snail slithered over.

Pointed its antennas at my face, it transmitted a message to, Be Here Now.

I heard grunts and snarls in the dark of the bushes.

Eyes flashed and my primal senses kicked in.

With racing heart and stomach in spirals, sweat trickled like a desert stream over my warm skin.

I visioned angry animals, the scorn of nature, the rage of misuse, mistrust and abuse.

I had options.... I could run, I could freeze, or I could fight.

But something else came through.

Something took over and compelled me to reach my hands and heart into the dark.

There I felt the quivering fur of a wounded wolf. Gasping, snarling from a blood wound to the heart, I stroked him knowing it wasn't ok.

But here we were, witnessing, breathing and being with, rather than estranged from.

Resistance melted and fear turned into a vapor that danced a celebration on the wind.

The wolf took his last exhale and I returned to the clearing on all fours.

Wrapped in silvery threads of spiders webs. The snail was there. It looked back at me, in a way that confirmed the journey had indeed taken place.

I was no longer riding a poised Lion.

I became the Tiger.

Made up of multiple parts.

1 cup Angel and 1 cup Witch. A 1 to 1 ratio of Goddess and Bitch.

Fast light frequency pulled by the magnetics of gravity.

An enormous expanse packed into a little iddy biddy body.

With a Sword in One hand, I hold a Flower in the Other.

I Am She,

Hear me,

Rooooooooaaaaaaaaarrrrrr