After the Rite

As if after the passing of a torrential storm, the spirit now truly occupies the form, it's energies lapping and swirling inside the container of the body as it settles into it's self. The spirit enters matter. Fully. Wholly. Alive. Home.

And the effort of holding any masks, any faces, any pretences, any provings, any polished identities in front of this essence is revealed to be the very cause of our suffering. Keeping ourselves from ourselves.

The tension of wanting it to be other than it is, is the veil between perceived unacceptablity and the revelling in the knowing of one's divine nature.

In this relaxation into self, what invariably emerges is an unspeakable beauty, a luminous glory uniquely lived in each form, but always profoundly humbling in it's authenticity. It becomes impossible not to honour each woman for her perfection, however she is revealed.

The alchemy that takes place in a woman's soul after she has truly been seen in her divinity is profound and healing magic. It is a re-sanctification of the body as temple, intact, complete unto herself.

A woman's encounter with herself at this deep and cellular level allows a reverence for all expressions of life and she can now behold her sisters as allies, as alike, as a source of nourishment and inspiration. This may be the first time this is possible in the company of women, as we are often taught that women are not to be trusted and make a far deadlier foe than the male!

Once freed of this separation, the circle becomes a source of renewal, a relaxing into and returning to the source, a diving deeper into the mystery of the Infinitely Unknowable Feminine!