Venus, Aphrodite, I call on you. I am your spark; your creation. My gratitude is infinite. I have been restored. Allow your spark to ignite in me. Show me your wisdom and the ways of Creation. You are Infinite, you are love, you are abundance; forever expanding, changing, and growing. I am listening.
Do you see your magic? You are whole in Creation, exactly as you are. Forever loving and loved; a gift of the Goddess. You were born to shine, to glow, to dance freely in your own presence. Radiant you are; a star-born child with the wisdom of a thousand galaxies gleaming in your knowing eyes.
You are meant for greatness, for love, for the abundance of the Infinite cosmos. Don’t doubt it my love; you are created, and you are the Creatrix. A perfect package wrapped in ribbons of sunlight and wrappings of gold treasures.
How could you ever doubt your profound majesty when love is all around you? The sun rises to ignite your inner fire, the winged ones sing to awaken your song, and crickets chirp to remind you of ancient sensing.
You are a magical misfit; wings of fire throwing shards of too-small cages, as perfect tinder. Burn baby, burn! Laugh as your wings unfold, setting your heart on fire. Small beliefs and blood-stained bandages rise as black smoke; the perfect backdrop for your emerald heart.
Do you see now, as you rise, with Eagle’s piercing eyes? Flame-tipped talons grasping onto the Serpent; you now see her beautiful mystery reflected in black diamond eyes. Predator and prey no longer exist, for she is you. She offers you fruit, and you fearlessly taste the truth; a higher truth, the truth of SHE.
Illumination; wings folding into transparent shimmering armor. No need for weapons, SHE is your protector. Do you feel her slithering through your veins? Robust power pumping from a gentle heart; a gift that is golden, known only by the Warrioress of the Heart. Receive this gift and she will offer ten thousand more.
It is the Priestess’s knowledge to heal and restore. Lay down your old weapons that are held by fear. Rise up in this new unknown lightness. You are a beacon for your own truth. You are love. You are magic. You are the Alchemist. Only you know the colors of your magic. Mix them into a beautiful tapestry of Creation; the Creation of SHE.
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Inner Voice of Love: A Journey Through Anguish to Freedom.
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