In the fight, there is confusion. There is chaos. There is dirt. There is unknown and learning.
I struggled to learn my way as a warrior, trying to be as strong as I could be right now. As strong as the invincible Hercules. Still, sometimes I remember I am just a woman. What do I mean by just a woman? Does it mean I can’t fight like a man?
Of course I can’t. I am a woman and I fight like a woman. With both forces rising. The feminine and the masculine. It means that when the sword is too heavy, I pray. I invoke The Great Gods. And I know I am safe. I know They lead my way to Truth, to my destiny, to my greatness, to my victory.
For ages, we have been underestimating the power of prayer. The system has taught us that praying is subjective and it doesn’t feed you and your needs. But guess what? It does.
Prayer has the power to change worlds, to move and destroy danger, and so much more.
Prayer, a power all women have, is the connection to the Gods. And it has all the power in the Universe. Sure, they don’t want you to pray. Their cages would be destroyed in a thousand pieces that way. And the lies would be only a remembrance of some dark ages fallen to where they belong.
Because they are falling, I pray.
When I am alone with my ghosts and creatures of the darkness. I pray. I pray and they turn into light. We forgot what praying means. We started doubting. And this world — the way it is — is the result of it.
But in the maddest situations, when there was no sword, no strength, nothing left to do, I started praying. I saw that the power of praying can overcome guns and monsters and everything which has been holding us down for ages.
How could I have forgotten this?
Through the darkest ages, women pray. Priestesses sing and they become victorious. Priestesses pray to the moon and their fear and doubts and guilt wash away. And their power becomes limitless. Because it does connect to the very Source.
When the storms are heavy, I pray. The witches pray with me, near or far, I hear their prayer. When the monsters have become too dangerous, I pray. My witches pray with me. All over the Universe and beyond.
Prayer destroys the monsters and the sword in the ground is happier. Happier than if she would cut their throats, by herself. Yes, we pray. Women, witches, priestesses, Goddesses, we pray. We pray and this world transforms. Truth rises and so do we. We won’t forget anymore, because these are not times of oblivion, these are times of becoming free. I know the Great Kali sings with us from above. I know she opens circles for us. I know.
And we will pray till we are fully free. Free as in our dreams and astral travels and free as the Holy Truth. Praying is celebrating your holy Truth as a child of Stars. As a child of Gods.
This time my sword may come with me. But my prayers are taking me Home, victorious.
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends Tears to Triumph: The Spiritual Journey from Suffering to Enlightenment.
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