Blog of Rosa

(written after the workshop Warrior Goddess Feb 6 2011) My journey to the Warrior Goddess. In my paradise there is always a water fall. The magic sound of water is the first to be heard in paradise. Paradise is warm. The sand feels soft and the trees smell green. That day I was wearing fresh flowers on my blond hair. The journey towards the temple of the Warrior Goddess brought me first through the starts. Out in the universe there was no temperature. There was only the rhythm of the drums. The Goddess started to call me: come! come! Every single drumbeat I heard a come! And when the dream-beats approached I started trembling. I was longing so much to meet the Goddess...Why this fear? ........... .....It took me some time to discover the goddess in the marble temple. She was mighty, powerful... beautiful! So impressive that at her side I felt small, fearful and weak. When I looked at her face I realized that she resembled me as I am in reality (she had black hair and some of my face shapes) much more than to the girl I was in the meditation (a blond pale tiny girl). I was nervous because I could not imagine what kind of gift or message the mighty goddess could have for me. Eventually she took my arms and gave me a sword. She told me I had to be strong. The sword was big and heavy and I was not sure how to use it. It though it could be used to cut myself of all these things that were giving me pain, such as all these people rejecting me. I felt small with such a big sword but the goddess taught me some elegant moves. It was then time to go back to paradise and the water fall. Once in paradise, I was holding the sword in my hands but there was nobody there but me. What happened next took my breath away: I used the sword against myself. My blood started pouring out of me everywhere and paradise turned into red. My blood melted with the water, with the earth, with the trees. I had slain myself. I though that perhaps I resolved to kill myself because the darkness/negativity was in myself. Eventually, lying death did not feel bad as I would have expected. Then a marvellous music started. As if awakened by the beauty of the sound the blood started to come back to my body. But it was not the same blood. The blood coming back to me had all the power of the earth, of the water and of the trees of paradise. I was alive again but I was not blond and pale anymore. I was dark haired and dark skinned like the goddess in the temple. The sword was not given to me to cut myself from the negativity of others, but from the negativity within myself. It was my own darkness (and not outside darkness's) that had kept my goddess away all this time. I was not any more the blond nice girl, pleasant, fearful and weak. I was a magnificent dark haired and dark skinned goddess; wild and elegant; womanly and fearless; dangerous....sublime! I was not holding any more the sword as an awkward tiny damsel, but with the poise of a mighty queen. By one of the sister Goddess' Schrijf commentaar Naam: Onderwerp: