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Death By A Thousand Cuts

I have died many times before, and yet, every time it happens, I still feel the shock and pain of it.⁣ ⁣ Human memories, cellular and cosmic, all coming in one swift light. ⁣ ⁣ I died on Friday May 13. ⁣ ⁣ I died on the day of the Goddess. ⁣ ⁣ I died a death of a thousand cuts.⁣ ⁣ One after another they came.⁣ ⁣ No mercy.⁣ ⁣ This time I knew. I had waited for them to come for me.⁣ ⁣ And when they came, they hurt anyway.⁣ ⁣ They cut me down. ⁣ ⁣ They broke my heart.⁣ ⁣ They stabbed me like they had stabbed me a thousand years ago, so long ago but so deep I still feel it after so many lifetimes later.⁣ ⁣ I died to be reborn.⁣ ⁣ And reborn, I have.⁣ ⁣ I am a Goddess. ⁣ ⁣ I am a witch.⁣ ⁣ I am a star child. ⁣ ⁣ I remember.⁣ ⁣ The fall of a water planet.⁣ ⁣ Survivor blood courses through my veins.⁣ ⁣ I landed here on Earth and cha~cha~cha ⁣were the first thing I heard. ⁣ Leaves singing and clapping for me in the wind⁣ ⁣ As droplets of rain fell onto my parched lips and woke me up.⁣ ⁣ Opening my eyes I saw those leaves, the wide majestic canopy glinting emerald above me.⁣ ⁣ And then I learnt.⁣ ⁣ Shape-shifting.⁣ ⁣ Heart medicine served in bowls across centuries.⁣ ⁣ My endless soul always comes back to Her Spirit.⁣ ⁣ I move with the wind.⁣ ⁣ I whisper to the darkness.⁣ ⁣ I listen to the rain.⁣ ⁣ I speak to the moon.⁣ ⁣ The Dark Goddess takes it all down and alchemises me into everything that I have forgotten to be.⁣ ⁣ Burn. Blue still flames, they burn.⁣ ⁣ And as I burn, I disintegrate. ⁣ ⁣ As ashes, I rise again, nurturing Mother Earth, opening up the strength to root and rise once again.⁣ ⁣ When one door closes, another opens.⁣ ⁣ Nothing is wasted when you have acted with love. ⁣ ⁣ Always. ⁣ ⁣

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