The sun rose to meet you this morning and the trees scattered their leaves about your feet amongst the sparkling dew, and you sat in your sadness and you wept. And though you could not see me, I was there. I adore you in your sadness, love. I adore your bravery; how you let yourself drown in despair, how the light reflects off your tears and shines out of you even when you are blinded to your own beauty.
You must find your bliss. It is curled up inside you. It is always available to you in this moment. It is here: now, and now, and now. You will not find it in the past or the future. You will find it in your gratitude, in your appreciation for this moment. This moment, in all its splendour; it is all we have. And this moment is enough.
The circle complete, the angels invoked, you stand in the circle at the centre of the cross, at the point where worlds meet and possibilities are endless. As above, so below. As within, so without. About you shine the four pentagrams, above you the six rayed star and you feel the power of Source like a thousand suns, and you sing out those holy words once more from the bottom of your heart and from the very edge of creation:
Ateh, Malkuth, Ve Geburah, Ve Gedulah, Le Olam, Amen.
Dark sister I Am. Weird sister. Ancient sister, Holy One. I make art of spells, weave dreams into words and I live between worlds where the silence is found in the stillness, where light seeps through cracks in reality.
I will remind you with my words, with my gaze and my unflinching love. You are worthy. You are Word in your worthiness, and you shine, and my soul smiles at the sight. You have always been waiting for yourself, and you will wait until you are ready to remember. It is my honour to give these words to you so that you may come fully into that remembrance. It is my intention that you shed your unworthiness, your shame, your guilt and your fear.