Priestess, You Have The Power To Change The World


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.

Photo by Diana Simumpande on Unsplash

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"Lean into the flames. Pray. Sometimes change is just brutal. I pass the last bits of time imagining what it will be like on the other side of the flames. How I will disintegrate into a pile of ash and dust until no remnant of selfhood remains. Break down all the cages. Free at last from the myriad ways I’ve bound myself up in this life. Certain, because I am human, I will create new ties. Fashion a whole different set of cages. I’d be kidding myself if I thought otherwise. But for now, it is enough to pray for the wisdom to spring the traps sooner next time. To not let it come to the fires and the burning again – at least not for some time. When it is done and I am burned to the ground, there is peace. Inside that peace, deep down in the ashes new life stirs. What she becomes is not for me to know or project. Only to witness. An awe-struck observer watching how this magic of being human works. How we can be reborn again and again in the same lifetime. How in spite of – or maybe even because of – the fear, the death throes, and the pain of it all, we rise. Indomitably. Eternally. We rise." —Shannon Crossman of @shann_crossman #holyfire #wakingwild #wakeupanddream #womanonfire Rea more: 
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Ina Gjata


Ina Gjata is a Moon lover, not yet graduated journalist, painter, life lover. Passionate about the wild feminine and wild creatures. She doesn’t do well with system rules, regulations and lies. A born rebel being, she believes real truth is inside us all and that writing is a piece of the great truth, meant to be told, and manifested. Connect with her on Facebook.

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