I sit
in my little pup tent,
in the tiny folding chair
in one of these small physical bodies,
with a huge 35 pound crystal,
Our Lady, in my lap.
We are holding space
for the solstice ceremony.
The Kamura clan, my clan,
is drumming,
lined up to the left.
The Aganea clan in full force,
chanting their name
is lined up to the right.
Tera enters,
garbed for initiation
in Her flowing gown
decorated with symbolic items.
She walks down the aisle
between the two clans,
an unescorted wedding march
to the light.
The ceremony
paves a highway,
builds an access
across the void,
to the dimensions beyond.
Tera allows another layer
of Her onion skin quarantine
to peel off, to fade away.
Tera welcomes the intense light,
from across the void
to bathe and enfold Her.
To permeate Her.
Tera shivers……
cleansing again speeded up,
increased healing here and now.
She soars on the updraft.
Now is the time
for each of us to join Her.
To turn inward
to clear yet another layer
of our onion peel.
Another shadow place
seen, loved and forgiven.
We are One.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
In
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