There's an innocent inside of me. A virgin, she loves to hold hands with everyone and to naively run forth. She believes in the unity of our strength as she understands that the only way to collectively break the jail down is by all of our pushing together. It is hard for her to accept, however, that some just don't want to escape their own personal hells. So, she willingly experiences the consequences of her mis-takes, time and time again.
There's this whore here, too. A sacred prostitute, she gives her sex as a means of healing, as a tool for loving and as a vehicle for shifting. She always knows where her lover is located - in space and time, in mind and body. Her twin-flame, he vanishes and reappears at will. It is their eternal union that drives her. Clear-seeing, she surrenders to millennium-old longings. Her hunger vast; her thirst rarely vanquished. Her raw power unequal. It is her voracious appetite that has made her a threat - a deity to be competed with. She has risked uncertainty and death, time and time again.
There's also a rebel. This wild woman, she refuses to be led by anyone but herself. She swims up stream, against the current. This is the way of pro-creation and propagation, and she trusts that she has enough fuel for the journey. She waxes and wanes, ebbing and flowing with the tides as they push her farther up this river of life. Her vision sharp, her gaze fixed - she knows where she is going. Silver scales shimmer in the light, she hides in the shadows of the rocks while brother Bear searches and dives for her fleshy meat. She has been eaten and consumed, time and time again.
And, there's this Queen, as well. A benevolent leader, her firm hand gently guides towards a prosperous and successful village. She's tired of so many orphans running around, neglected and uncared for. Her patience has worn thin with her brothers' internal battle for control. She ignores most of them while her royal blood races, for she has taken responsibility and has her sights set. Her kingdom lay ahead. Her King - he's here, too. Some days, he is like Sleeping Beauty - he needs to wake up from his centuries-long slumber. Other days, he's fully embodied and present - his warrior nature reflected in a suit of armor as he tackles the sickening apathy of coercion and control. His sword sharp, his shield glinting in the sun. They have been reunited and defeated, time and time again.
This Magician, a Medicine Woman, she stirs our ancestral pot of archetype and meaning. In the beginning, it's uncut and unfiltered - pure ingredients directly from Source. The slithering tail of the lizard; the wandering eye of the gecko; the verdant green of the Praying Mantis; the aromas of thyme and lavender, mugwort and wild willow; the pink hues of Rose Hips mixing with the earthy browns of Frankincense and Dragon's Blood. In the middle, it's a burning inferno - churning liquid into matter, and matter into gas. The alchemical process of spinning GOLD from simple tales. What it all boils down to, however - even in the face of all of the death and the destruction, the birth and re-creation - is always the same. It's LOVE.
