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Mokosha, Anastasia Sophia, and Me, Natalia . . . while the books are written

Commandeering Myself

on October 3, 2014

Yesterday, I wielded the Magician’s tools and arrived at Destination Heart. I drank the nectar of knowing and accepted the call to follow the urgings of my heart.

Today, my respite is interrupted by the appearance of a Priestess and the ever-increasing rate of whirling energies on the planet.

“I have the greatest secrets of all to share,” she whispers. “I am the Guardian of Mysteries and the guide to your path.” She hands me a scroll. “It reveals the secret of your highest potential,” she says before disappearing.

I delight at the easiness of today’s task. I am not being asked to step off a cliff or to travel a treacherous path. I am required, simply, to engage in beloved activities: reading and learning about myself.

I unfurl the scroll, revealing the uppermost portion. The parchment is the color of burnished gold and smells of burning leaves — because it is smoldering at the edges. Heat singes my forearms. Smoke stings my nose. Symbols slide around the page. I roll down the bottom rod, scanning vanishing words. The images are baffling and before I discern meaning, the scroll bursts into flame.

Devastated, I crumple to my knees and close my eyes. The secret to my highest potential is ashes.

Let the scrolls burn. Transmute old directives and prescriptions. Break free from the shackles and chains.

I hear.

A grandmother fusses over my dress. A grandfather admonishes me to hurry. A murder of imperious women crowds on my shoulders and pecks at my head.

I see them, and understand the tyranny of their presence.

Buzzing. Trembling. Shaking.

I feel expansion in every cell, a swelling to bursting. I let it go, and my tormentors, the fabricators of my beliefs and being, are propelled away from me on torrents of air. I stand alone.

I am complete. I am whole. The Priestess in coextensive with me.

I do not remain here, in my heart. I step fully into my body. I commandeer My Journey.


I joined Lyn Thruman‘s October Writing Challenge: Writing the Wisdom of the Soul. I am expanding, evolving, and shining.

Prompt for October 3: Channel your inner High Priestess and ask her to reveal your potential, the wisdom written on the scroll. Write her wisdom.

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2 responses to “Commandeering Myself

  1. Reblogged this on Swan Mothers and commented:

    From my writer’s blog.

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  2. Calling on your Priestess is very powerful. I love guided meditations on meeting with her, seeing what she looks like, being reassured by her loving beautiful peaceful face. Thank you Natalia

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