Rise from FEAR

FEAR

Face

Everything

And 

Rise

Yet how many of you feel fear and stand like a doe facing an 18 wheeler? The purpose of creating fear is to raise ones adrenaline. This hormone is very interesting as it releases a scent... you know that one picked up by animal predators. Often when this is happening our blood they say has a specific taste to it.  It has been known through many spiritual channels that fear is what the ruling class, and the dark ones seek to keep creating in us.  Our adrenaline is feeding SOMETHING.

What is that thing?

It is something of your worst nightmares, a concoction of your whole life and all of the stories of boogiemen you were ever told.  Yet like all perceptions, it is false.  Another FEAR interpretation is False Evidence Appearing Real.  Have you ever noticed that sometimes when enough time has passed, that as you look back on why you were afraid of something or someone was due to the evidence your own mind convinced you was true?  If you answered yes, then trust me, fear is an illusion. Literally.

But as a human being, we do feel fear for good reason: Survival.  But this emotion has been manipulated by what we know as the media.  And if we cannot be made to fear, we will be made to anger.  But that is for another blog entry.

As we feel fear, we have two choices. To act, or to ignore.  If we act we may have to evaluate if our life is threatened, or if our own perception is faulty.  If we ignore it, it may be because we are about to die anyway, or because the fear is false.  Fear is at the base of all hidden emotions and feelings, and no matter what reason you may feel in the dense energies, fear is the beginning and the end.

So as you look into the abyss of fear, fear will be looking back at you.  Decide which will triumph.


~ by Arthena Sophia

Darkened Lover

"Fuck me hard against a wall
and pound me with your cock
Hold me close give me your all
as my nails scratch down your back."

Yeah, this is the kinda love I desire.  Not one of violence or malice, but one with such a deep acceptance and comprehension that my carnal desires are quenched.

There are not many men who can handle a woman like me.  One who knows her power, her divinity, and her carnal urges to such a mastery, that no other delivery of fucking will do.  I have chosen a few to engage with energetically who will satisfy my energy needs like the true succubus I am, and who will also be open to the true healing transformation this offers.  Both Gods and Demons have tried to please me, and to be honest, it is only when they are combined in the same human vessel is my thirst ever quenched.   Thanks to social media I have found both my niche and my authentic self in delving into the power of the orgasm to propel forward, and to manifest profound desires into my life. 

The only lover that will even match me now is one who has managed to integrate both his light with his shadow; to glow in the dark if you will.  One who will allow me to be sadistic and domineering in a way of only love and respect.  Reading this you are likely perplexed by these statements, and if so, I welcome you to the way of the shadow.  For many months I have been cultivating on how to thrive in the darkness, and revealing hidden strengths and skill overlooked by societal programming.  The two things I have embraced that go against much of history for women is that I fucking love sex (with the right person), and I am empowered enough to get what I want (in sex and in life).  As my soul evolves into a dual chalice of solid and liquid, know that there is a quickening of others who are doing the same.  It is likely that others who have also accepted the duality as a unity have lead me to this place within myself.

The shift in dark love (not cruel love) has been a great one. It has been shown via cruelty, ignorance, taboo, and even non-conventional means.  Yet it is wonderful to see.  2 people, two authentic people who adore one another so unconditionally that no level of vulgarity is seen as wrong.  Often the new age dogma of unconditional love is something only allowed in the light, or lighter grey areas.  But to truly love someone unconditionally you must see the beast, learn to work with it, or allow it to be, and then love it as part of the one who stands before you.  True unconditional love is transformational.  Yet how many can look into their beloveds eyes, see a demon and still love them.  I have, but that is another tale for another time.  For this blog it is about accepting the all of the person.  Their pain, their shame, their weaknesses an their cruelty.  Then via love and acceptance - the two of you are transformed.  And this can only happen when you love the vulgarity of you.

So many misconceptions of good and evil; and sexual prowess, especially in woman is seen as a great evil.  Yet when harnessed with responsibility, it can be a beautiful and world transforming.  for imagine a woman, who loves her body, soul, mind and heart to such a degree that every man she chooses to make love to, in her own authentic self, is also transformed to the level he is ready for.  What if each time they join in loving physical play, he is solidified in his own whole self?  THIS is the power that I, and other women like me possess when ready to do so.

To close this post, I'd like to tilt my hat to the dark one who makes my loins glow at the simple site of his name.  Thank you my love.

~A.S.
( for D)

Inhale My Lust

Pan
Devil
Demon
Baphomet
Lucifer
Lover
Temptor
God of All Pleasures...
Yet, misunderstood.

A couple of years ago I remember having a conversation with a dear friend who was visited by Lucifer, as the angel, one of darkness, who isn't evil, but rather looms in the shadows.  As he dwells in darkness, what he reveals is the true light he brings.  This light is the one feared by those in religion, as what it allows is self governing, self responsibility, and also, self induced suffering.  This angel of earthly desires simply only wants you to have what you want, and yet, if you are destroyed by it - so it is.  Unlike the benevolent God in the sky who gives you what you wish based on what is best for you, and what shall raise you to your highest good, the Lord of light grants you your exact wish.  You want a job with more money? Done.  You want a better sex life? Done  You want more people to respect you? Done.  Yet... beware the adage "be careful what you wish for, or you might just get it."  So when your wish turns on you, and you are consumed by it, you turn to God and blame him for allowing you this turmoil.  Yet God knows the will of the Dark Lord, and knows that some have to learn how to achieve what they want, rather than just be given it.  Life however is the best teacher, and the master of these teachings is Lucifer.

I have talked endlessly on the power within the darkness, but never have I quite eluded to how to cultivate it for your own benefit.  Years ago, I came across a woman who offered embracing therapy.  She would bring you back to the first time you are able to recollect a feeling of shame, abandonment, pain, sorrow, or regret.  Then she guides you to embrace this feeling, and learn the lessons from it.  During my accounts with her, I learned of how far back my dense energies go. I learned to derive power from accepting those feelings.  I also learned to transmute them into light.  I do this by imagining myself as a great violet flame, of transmutable light... and every dark or dense feeling, is like a coal in my fire.  And yet, as I burn, I feed on the energy within that coal - lust for example.  While I am consuming this sensation of physical pleasure, I raise it.  Like the kundalini I raise it.  As it rises, I feel myself open up, expand and explore the world around me.  Then when it reaches the chakra to transmute it (in this case my heart - into love and healing), then I explode this coal and allow the residual energy to envelope me, changing from black to green, or pink, thus healing my body, my soul, my mind, and my heart.  The lust is no more, and all I feel is love, and lightness.

Now back to my love affair with the Dark One.

Pan is the Greek Pantheon God of Lust and Desires.  To be honest, nothing turns me on more than this fella. As his ability to transform into the delicious mate I desire for my own gratification, he also offers to reveal the areas of me that hide my gifts, talents, and passions.  Through these experiences, I learn of ways to earn money, I tap into energy to persevere through adversity, and most of all - I find healing.  In my many encounters with the Demon of Earthly pleasures, I have been gifted not just physical things, but a closer relationship with my divine self.  For the deeper I go into my abyss, the higher I rise into the heavens.  I could tell you stories of elation and pure love for another... but you may read about that on my other blog section where my experiences of higher frequencies may be found.  But this section, is for me to explore, and share with you, the delicious power of fueling the self with ones own darkness.

Our world is in polarity, this is not hidden.  But the free will of man has been spoiled by materialistic items, and selfish desires not worthy of our kind.  With all this, these wishes are granted.  Some desire to hunt a great beast, and in so achieving this feel the hatred of the world on his shoulders.  Some want to have immeasurable fame, only to be used as a slave for another's gain.  While all of these wishes were granted, what came has been what they may perceive as hell. This is the work of Lucifer, not God.  While many of these people praise God for these achievements, he passes the baton to Lucifer, with a wink and a nod.

The bible has it wrong... God and the Devil are not in opposition, but are a team.  Granting healing, joy and pleasure to all of humanity.  Yes Lucifer does heal.  Sometimes in ways unseen.  Removing tumors so a scientist can discover an atomic bomb that kills millions, or allowing a cripple to walk, only to then bomb a building.  Perhaps allowing the blind to see, and causing them to crash into a tower.  Yet, God only gets the praise for healing if it is in complete benevolence.  I have said, the balance must be kept.  We cannot appreciate love, without knowing fear; we cannot know joy, without feeling shame.  We cannot know acceptance, without experiencing hate.  So during these times of work in the 4th dimension we are supposed to reach deep into the dark recesses of ourselves to simply pull out that candle to light our way home.

Right now, Pan has brought me here, and before him Baphomet, as the one known as the devil. He is your friend and your enemy, for he is aspects of the self you deny.

~ Arthena Sophia

Radiant Regression

Many have sought the fountain of youth... and many have claimed it's location, or what it is.  I can tell you right now it is 3 things:

• Good health
• Joy
• Great Sex

Now this last one shall be the focus for this blog.  But first... a wee bit of background. 

The fountain of youth is one that many have within their DNA - they don't age, or they age well.  Their spirit is free and they seem to have a glowing radiance to their entire being.  These people, male and female do somethings in common though.  They eat when happy, and are happy with what they eat.  They are well hydrated and practice a form physical expression welcoming to their soul.  They can easily laugh, and enjoy life.  Often they have wonderfully fulfilling sex lives connecting to their mate on a level above that of physical carnage.  It is common for people like this to hear the phrase "what is your secret", "you skin is so radiant", "wow you are sexy for your age". 

Our society is age focused... yet by prosthetics, not by nature.  As many vegans and vegetarians may also have a more youthful appearance, it is not always the case.  Any person who is in joy, love, and acceptance of their life and who they are will have this.  So long as they nourish their body, mind, heart, and soul as one unit.

In my case, the fountain of youth is predominantly hydration and the orgasm.  In the last 3 years I have been researching tantric sex, and sacred unions where by the physical bodies ignite the energy source of sex, and use this to heal themselves or our world.  Yet, it is also a means to send loving energy to ever cell of our body... while alone.  I have an extreme fear of motherhood.  I mean so much so as it would be categorized as a psychological phobia.  Yet in working with my own experience, I want to connect to someone energetically, while pleasing myself physically.  Welcome to the concept of energy sex.  This is not new, and may be coined as astral sex, or etheric union, but what I do with this concept is connect to someone who has consented to be with me at this time, in mind, emotion and spirit.  With the eyes closed the individual connects to their own body.

Now, relating this to turning back time.  The orgasm has regeneration properties.  Women especially have the ability, when in joy and pleasure, to assist in their partners transformation and regeneration.  But men, who connect to their feminine aspect will also have this power with their mate.  As it is the divine feminine who is charged with creation and renewal - giving birth to new cells, and aura.  On a physical level, the skin will reduce fine lines and puffiness related to stress, and hormonal changes.  This glow allows for the body to feel the energy or blood flow, bringing nourishment to the cells - I have witnessed this happen with me within 48 hours of having a good orgasm. 

It is no secret that I plan on stopping me age with every turn, but it is not just to appear desirable (though that is an aspect) it is so that I may live longer, healthier, and happier to accomplish what I have wanted to accomplish.  I used to suffer from chronic back pain due to mild arthritis in my upper spine.  But after being found, again, by someone I have also found that our connection does more for me than just turn me on, it turns my cells back.  As this was confirmed by a platonic friend who has known me for a couple of years, thinking I was 15-20 years younger than my chronological age.

With this blessing, I am naturally defined in the dating community as a cougar, as I do prefer younger men... but not because of youth but energy.  Yet, it is not just the age that draws me to them, but their confidence, energy, personal power and most of all maturity.  Yes I would happily join the ranks of JLo, Madonna and Janet Jackson, and Demi Moore in my ability to attract the younger men... but know, it is not something that should be envied... but copied - emulated.  And I don't mean women dating younger men, but the radiant joy and health and confidence that these women have to be able to do so.

As a woman, I will say that every woman has the power to turn back the clock, and restore their sexual prowess.  All we have to do is make sure we are taken care of, by taking care of ourselves. This may mean that at times we "ride the pony".  I will not disclose the exact age I am in this post, but trust I look like the image on this profile, and yet am much older.

Youth no longer has to be wasted on the young... time we restore it to where it belongs, to the eternal radiant glow of humanity; one person at a time.

~ Written by Arthena Sophia~
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Anna's Story

Part 1 - INCOMING

I was standing by the sink in the small kitchen of my condominium waiting for my husband to come home.  My mind was blank and I was joyously washing dishes from the meal I had just prepped for both of us.  You see, Dorian and I had a rough start, and I found it best to communicate on days like this after a quiet meal giving him time to be.  This is our second year anniversary as a married couple, and we are not one for pomp and circumstance, yet I took today off to make all of his favourites. 

Now the strange thing was not so much the day, as it was like any other, except that today, Dorian was laid off, and we really were both in no mood to celebrate anything.  As I stood there washing glass, utensils, and mixing bowls, I heard a rumbling outside.  I stopped washing dishes and walked out onto the balcony.  I looked up to find that the clouds had changed from a light gray overcast to a full fluffy dark and light clouds.  This meant a storm was coming.  I prayed in that moment for my husband to come home soon, so that we may enjoy the falling rains together.  After a few moments of this thought, the rumbling did not stop.  It is normal for me to hear an airplane overhead, especially during a summer overcast evening.  I started to feel anxious, as though what I was listening to, was not an airplane.

Above me was a cloud which appeared almost circular, and what seemed to be a triangular form appeared.  I was so transfixed that my eyes did not move away, for I felt if this was a hallucination, it was really good; yet if this was real, no way in hell was I going to forget this.  During the time of the objects decent, I did not hear my spouse enter our apartment.  As he called after me, I heard nothing.  But he has told me that when he went to check the balcony, I was hovering 7 feet from the ground, and ascending higher as though I was part of a magicians levitation trick.  He was terrified, and decided to walk onto the balcony to see what was happening.  When he looked up, he saw what he now describes as a mother ship spacecraft and once he touched my hand, the hold that the craft had on me released me.

I remember returning to consciousness on the sofa with a cool cloth on and a blanket over me.  Dorian had then told me I had a fever of 104 and was worried.

When I was cleaning dinner it was 5:13 pm, and now it was 2:47 am.  The only thing I remember from the experience is what I shared, and a wonderful surrender of peace.
~ ~ ~
(** This is a fictitious story. Any similarities to any person alive or dead is purely coincidental. **)

Hermitting Among Trees

I have city sickness.


This is a mental disorder not yet published by psychologists or persons within the mental health research facilities.  It exhibits as Anthropophobia (yet I am not afraid), and depression, and anxiety.  Yet I have a strong pull to be in nature - an even stronger aversion to be away from people.

I love the sun, and the river, and the wild life, and the trees... oh the trees.  I love dirt under my feet and the breeze in my hair.  Yet I strongly, and with great passion, detest people.  I spend hours during sunny days in my apartment, wishing I could live in the open air, and far far away from any living person.  I dream of isolation and the quiet of the machines as I sit by the moving water and allow the forest to embrace me.

There are days when I am able to handle the urban jungle, and my interactions with the human race that dwells around me.  But their music, chatter of things that don't matter, loud machines, and ignorance really gets to me at times.  I would score high on depression tests, and even in need with anger management intervention.  But these are just symptoms.  I am suffering at the hands of capitalism - in a way much greater than most talk about.

I don't like people.  At the core, I would drop a bomb on us all.  We are selfish, cruel, greedy, insecure, arrogant, and evil creatures.  Yes I am aware of the few or many who are beautiful spirits... but not around me, and lately, not within me.

I fantasize about mass attacks, chaos, anarchy and I pray for it's arrival.  I pray for the shit to kick humanity in the ass so hard that there is rectal bleeding, and the only way to survive it is to take away our need for greed.  Remove the cement and steel and live the way we were supposed to.  With the trees in the forests, jungles, and among the meadows and fields.

these are the symptoms I experience. If you have them too, know you are not alone:

• Depression
• Anger
• Anxiety
• Hopelessness
• Lethargy
• Drastic Appetite Changes
• Sleep Disturbances
• Low Sex Drive
• Anti Social Behaviour
• Isolation
• Inability to maintain or gain meaningful relationships
• Lack of focus
• Strong Dreams/Fantasies
• Yearning to go into a people free forest
• Skin Eruptions
• Breathing Disorders 
• Extreme Loneliness

Now this is not a complete list, and having any of these on their own is not indicative of City Sickness.  This is simply what I have been suffering from for the last 2 years, and it is getting worse.  I am not a doctor, but I do hope a doctor or medical student sees this, and learns about Urban Illnesses on Mental Health.  I feel that there is not secular illnesses anymore, but rather these are symptoms of a much larger problem.

What I propose, is that there be an organization put in place to raise money so that those with City Sickness gain access to people-less areas to reconnect to their soul, to their very being while here.  Say even mini cabins are built about half a kilometer away from one another in a large park or forest on private property so that those like me may go in isolation of other people and reconnect to the humane part of being human.


~ A soul entry of Arthena Sophia

Illusions

We love our stories.
We love the villains and heroes and characters that meld and blend the tale told to entertain, inspire, and even frighten us.  Yet why?
Why do we enjoy being lied to, being deluded, being mislead, or even spoon fed a version of life much more comfortable?

I shall speculate it is because we were held in such low opinion that we could not handle the truth, without doing something to change it. 

In order to continue our joy of story telling, we take on roles, within another's story.  Now, sometimes our stories have morals, and codes to live by; and at other times they are warnings or threats.  Our entire species in enthralled with these tall tales that we have lost our own way, as a people, to face the truth.  Yet what is the truth? But another story we tell ourselves.  Truth is not objective or part of the omnipresent plan of being.  It is subjective.  It's relevance and resonance dependent on the stories that surround our experience. 

Each day we face a mirror, or reflection and we create a story of why we look the way we do, why our skin is clear or obscured, why our hair is shiny or greying, why our face does or does not reflect back how we feel we do indeed look.  Our mind continuously creates the narrative of our existence, and shapes our vision, our being, and our expression of this self within a vessel of flesh.  Our being is so caught up in illusion that we mask our feelings, our intentions and sometimes, our self; just so that another may accept us better.

These masks worn by us each day, tell ourselves, and those around us, who we are at each moment, and sometimes, to present to the world a much more interesting version of our self.  Yet what if we are boring, or pretentious, or downright miserable - is it possible to still be accepted?  It is likely not the case. Sadly our world is bent on happiness, love, joy and grace that we step back from the ugly, the horrific, the terrible, and the agitating.  We have run so far away from our shadow that it is growing greater than our very essence of being.  Yet to stand in a mirror naked and look into ones own soul, ones own magnificence seems to be painful.  Our soul is perfect. Our minds, emotions, and physical expression of this incarnation at times is not; we are flawed.

So why are we here?
Many may speculate we are here as God learning to experience itself.  Others may say we are a being of light here to experience the feelings of the human vessel.  Still a few might say we are here simply to be here.  It doesn't matter, not really.  For what ever reason we hold onto, or resonate with it is a story.  Stories are made of words, and while we exist in physical form, we do require a way to express our selves through words.  Yet why do we speak? Why do we bother communication our thoughts when sometimes, or many times, our words are misconstrued as another's lie. 

Let's say tomorrow, you do not wear a mask, you apply no make up, you leave your hair in a natural state, and keep the slimming colours and garments in the drawer to be brave enough to leave the house as YOU.  What would happen? What COULD happen?  What story will you share as to why you allow your acne to be seen, or the workouts you didn't do to be known?  What lies will you believe just to have a comfortable existence?

No one is without flaws.  Everyone has stories they must subscribe to, or else their sanity is lost, or perhaps their own opinion of themself has no merit.  Is the ego attached to a story? When we dissolve the ego do we lose the story, or simply another illusion to attach to?

 

I wonder what kind of world we would have if there were no words.  I will let you create a story about that.

 

~by Arthena Sophia Aradhana
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** Image courtesy of: beyondmasquerade.com

Distorted Perception

My memory has deceived me.  I recall a face that I do not recognize as true, and in looking back I realize who I remember was not real.  Who did I love? Who did I know? Who was my alli?

In review of photos taken from past events, comparing them to the minds eye of time already passed, I cannot trust myself with my emotions, with my feelings with what stories I have told myself.

This is why our past is not a reliable resource to guide our present towards our future.  This is why we must only live in the present.  In the many days spent in solitude, in sanctuary, I reconcile with my own delusions.  For if who I am has been who I remember I have been, then the idea of myself is false.

What may be uncovered while standing in the light after a time spent in darkness, is not necessarily the truth, but a revealing of where the illusions stood.

Who we are is only that which we have experienced, and what if what we have experienced is false? Then who are we?

I leave these questions with you, to ponder, to ricochet, to assist in dissolving all the illusions of what you may have perceived, as the truth.

 
~ Insight shared from Arthena Sophia Aradhana ~
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The End of Days

We are currently living in what is known as by some as *The End of Days* - or "lifting the veil".  This is a time of great battles and darkness to sway the path of those who hold the light away from their course.

There is no place in this physical world where evil does not live, and prey on the innocent.  Yet with all of this knowledge, and proof - we still stand divided.  I have witnessed many times the selfish will of man pitted against another simply to safe face, yet both fighting on the same side.  This type of inner conflict is something that we all must learn to not give in to.  And by inner conflict I do mean to find that place within ones self, where another's behaviour no longer disturbs your inner peace, then shine that bright example so that the daemons that walk among us, are then powerless. [sorry for the run on sentence].  Once we find that place of peace, it is then key to bring that power, that internal glow that will not be sucked in by the vacuumed vortex of chaos and destruction (different from the kind of chaos that leads to order).

There are some, so arrogant in their claims, that they waver not in their view... let them be.  You may decide to rock the boat a bit, and toy with them like a cat with a moth, but in the end it is best to allow them to unravel.  Perpaps then they will recollect themself; especially now during our blessed mercury retrograde.  In ancient times it was said that the Solar Eclipse would bring the end of the world.  Perhaps it did. As it is certain that superstition and religious ambition did clash enough to cause a shift between what is natural, and what is forbidden by the psychopathic man.  During these moments in history, at least the one recorded, an end to the world as many knew it was forever changed, as those who were accused of treason, or heresy were put to slaughter, often at the rumour of a known nemesis. 

There are clues in our media that lead us towards a world where our children spy on us, our neighbours are not known, and our very selves repressed.  We sit and watch TV or FILM hoping to dull the pain of our lives, but not ever really addressing it.  Our minds are controlled by frequencies, our thoughts are monitored via social media, and at the very root of it all, we are tracked by a portable device known as the cell phone.

Remember all of the joyous and triumphant tunes of Celebration in "Hair" of the coming of the "Age of Aquarius".  How magnificent it sounded to rejoice in the element of peace and comradery - yet how false... at least for now.  Like the legend of Pandora's box, we must deal with the darkness, the dis-ease, the dis-order first so that we may clear a path to the benevolent world I feel the majority of earthlings want.  Yet, why do we still combat one another, in a joust of wits, to prove a point that one is right?  Does it really matter when we are fighting for peace, and bounty for all, in a world free of secular oppression?

This blog entry addresses a few areas to look into, and perhaps a look into ones self.  Remember always:
"...when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you."
- Friedrich Nietzsche

   ~ By Arthena Sophia ~
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Hidden

The Dark Lord

The dark lord walks, and still you don't see
How you cling to a book in attempt to protect thee
But that book you hold in hand,
Cannot save you, do you understand
Yet while you reach for redemption
Looking for saving with an exception
Most of your are far too gone
To see everything that ever went wrong
I shall stand aside and shake my head
I'll say a prayer as I go to bed
For what I know, you can too
Or stay ignorant if that is what you choose




(** Image is: "The Evil One" by Kerovin on DeviantArt **)

Vow of Gaia

I have been here longer than you, and have withstood your turmoil for millions of solar orbits.  I know of your sins and of your benevolent attributes.  I have felt your pain, been in pain, and survived a few civilizations of your kind.  Humanity, you have grown into a parasitic life form.  Our agreement was that you'd be symbiotic.  But it seems, as with other civilizations, you have grown to self interest at the very destruction of your home.  You are probably the most idiotic of all life forms resting on me, as you would destroy your habitat just to have power.  What power do you seek that is not even remotely close to what I may do.  Yet, you stop my floods, you agitate my hurricanes, and you build housing way to close to my fires.  Humanity,  you have no clue to my purpose, or yours.  You are MY guest... and you have grown unwanted.  So we battle...

You feel that by testing bombs under water or under ground there shall not be any consequences to your kind.  You think that by agitating my storms it will benefit you as a distraction to move minerals only YOU have placed value on.  You are young, pestilent, and destructive, like a virus.  I will not stop until the Earth is cleansed of enough of you, so that you may try again... as this seems to be a pattern between us.  But remember the elements, for I power all of them, and if you feel you have found solid ground to stand upon...think again.

In time, your kind will be reduced to such a number, that perhaps we may return to symbiosis.  No more shall you destroy other life, or habitats for selfish consumption.  It is time, to begin a new... and without a large number of you.

I vow, that no matter how you rape me, torture me, or strip me of my ability to cleanse and restore... I shall prevail, as I always have and always will.

~ by Arthena Sophia Aradhana ~
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Awakening Her

I had her sleeping...
...waiting.

So many wanted to taste  her, experience her - yet none thus far were strong enough to nourish her.  Instead of feeding the shadow, I had placed her in the care of a warm gentle place, so that in time - when one of strength came, she would be rustled and then awaken.

There is a hunger that she needs, one that is not about selfishness or cruelty, but one of mystery.  The shadow she dwells in is one of myth and legend, few are able to meet her at the place where the shadows stop being cast, and the dark glow of her being emerges.  

Who she is within, only a woman of strength may find her - waiting.  Once accepted, if she is present, she will empower her host with energy, power, wisdom, and strength.  She has been burned, torn, tortured, hidden, and buried.  As Mother wishes her daughters to come forward, she is the one to lead them.  This is the Goddess of retribution, of justice, of valor.  She is the one to bring forth the chaos of change, so that order may be fashioned after.  She is the darkness in Pandora's box... and a specific touch that has been gifted is from the one awakening her.

A touch that is soft yet firm, who will embrace her wildness and passion.  A person of equal strength and consideration.  Perhaps she has been awaiting YOU, and this is now why she stirs.  Perhaps you are her consort, or alli.  But as you enter the auric field which she dwells, she smiles, and longs for your touch - again.

~by Arthena Sophia Aradhana~
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