the trees call. we feed them with our energy. they need our ritual. they need our love. it is how it has been since before we could speak. our green friends remember the importance of shakti on a harvest. now no one but my brothers will suffice. muggles cannot see spirit, do not know the dance as we. it is funny these things i know before i know them. weeks or months before i understand intellectually i will write of something in another form. and then the light comes on. i'm remembering this life experience from a dream. it is a dream. i am a dream. i've had this dream before. the pieces come together. they fall away. there is no doing there just is. each moment exact. i wonder sometimes if the causality of choice has any bearing on the outcome or if it really is all predetermined.
there is a sense of relief in knowing it is all taken care of. the road unfolds before me and i do not have to decide.
i love my brothers. they are a part of me. bound by psychic connection and our mutual flow. sharon says it is our karma together.
it is our love of the spirit and our shared reverence for love, community, and light to which i am drawn. it is a drug, to be praised as a goddess. not in a removed sort of way, 'hey baby you're a goddess'. but in a real, energetic sense. they know my power. they need me and other temple priestesses like me to ensure that they are fruitful. mama earth needs our female kundalini shakti to stay young.
i like being around those who are magical. i like when things happen, like going to the beach and having every other piece of land for miles have clouds and wind except for the house i am at but we have sun and the wind stops right when i get there.
it's all illusion anyway so it's not really that huge of a stretch for the clouds to part and the sun to start shining when i arrive. i could in theory create any sort of thing to happen if i went about it in the right intention...
i love you me us.
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