A crow I've become
over night! She visited me and gave me her feather and she said: I am mother to you. This makes me a Bird-Borne a girl of the night with feathers black as the dark of the moon and a beak potent to speak and repeat the things I hear and the things I think. My crow mother told me that I could say what I wanted, in fact, that I should! That birth to me she gave so I would be her beloved daughter who only speaks her own mind. Now this is a blessing quite unusual and I shall surely take it to heart: What mother told me is to sing of my soul and to tear the veils apart.
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Maria Rosenkreutz
Due proper alchemical respects, I have friends and family on the inner planes, including my inner soul husband and our three light body spirit children and their partners and children. Most of my inner experiences and outer writing include them. |