There is a place.
Somewhere in here, and somewhere out there, where the two meet… the Virgin and the Whore.
At first there may be conflict. At first one will overshadow the other. At first one will have a stronger, louder, more convincing voice. She will regale you with all the should’s, could’s, expected’s, are’s, is’s, wrongs, rights. All.the.things.
Eventually she will run out of reasons… and allow the Other a voice. At first that Other voice will be timid. Ashamed. Fearful. Lonely. Sad. Angry. “Why did you abandon me?!” she will cry.
And you will dance. You will dance them both into your body, and eventually you will dance them out into the world. You will give them space and freedom. Freedom to be, and express. Freedom to take up space… equally. Freedom to merge and become both the strength and softness for eachother.
And something will shift.
You will become the Goddess that encompasses both. You will find your power. The power that radiates the feminine. Fearful and Fearless. Nurturer and Seductress.
Those who are afraid will fade away. And those who are enamoured will step forward with desire to share in your power. Bringing forth their own. And together you will create a Bond. A spellbinding, mesmerising ritual that will stop others in their tracks and ask… ‘how do I have that too?’
And you will smile… and you will hold out your hand… and you will ask them to join the dance.
And those who hear the music will swirl and twirl and laugh and cry. And you will all be seen as crazy by those who don’t hear it… who don’t feel the call. Who don’t feel that pull to tear off your flesh and go back to the beginning. The time when we were all Gods and Goddesses… beyond flesh and bone and blood and sweat.
You will remember that once upon a time we all heard the call, and we all understood what it meant.
