By Ashley Cappelletty POETIC JUSTICE

Good Goddess, Show Me The Way

BY ASHLEY CAPPELLETTY

I think I have seen one too many visions of God being an old man floating on a cloud, waiting to punish me for the sins I committed.

Let me paint you a picture of a memory that’s haunted me since I was a child. What Eden felt like. Let me take you to a time where women were worshipped as the face of God. Where hymns of love and compassion poured from them like honey from its comb.

A time when humanity wasn’t burdened by a past and everyone cooperated for a mutually beneficial future. Love was more than a verb, but the literal codes for all of creation. The animals came to sit on your lap. The sea washed your feet with love. The land held and nourished you from the inside out. A place where the Star Mothers of creation taught and sang about balance, peace, and the glory of living. Where all of creation bowed at your Divinity. Do you remember Eden? I do.

My Lemurian Star Sisters and I would pray at sea. Preparing ourselves for a sacred interaction that imprinted into my heart. It sings to me to this day. Our fathers and brothers prepared the beach for our time before, we did a spiral walk up to visit the Pleiadian Star Mothers at the top of our sacred mountain. I made a song about this remembrance, a modified version of “Down to the River” by Alison Kraus.

As I went down to the sea to pray,
Remembering about that sacred way,
And who shall wear the starry crown,
Good goddess, show me the way

Oh sisters, let’s go down
Let’s go down, come on down
Down to the sea to pray

As I went down to the sea to pray
Remembering about that sacred way,
And who shall wear the leaves and gown
Good Goddess, show me the way

Oh brothers, let’s go down
Let’s go down, come on down
Come on brothers, let’s go down
Down to the sea to pray

As I went down to the sea to pray
Remembering about the sacred way
About who shall wear the starry crown
Good Goddess, show me the way

Oh fathers, let’s go down
Let’s go down, come on down
Oh fathers, let’s go down
Down in the sea to pray

As I went down in the sea to pray
Remembering about that sacred way
And who shall wear the leaves and gown
Good goddess, show me the way

Oh mothers, let’s go down
Come on down, don’t you want to go down?
Come on mothers, let’s go down,
Let’s go down in the sea to pray

As I went down to the sea to pray,
Remembering about that sacred way,
And who shall wear the starry crown
Good goddess, show me the way

Oh mystery, come on down
Join us, come on down
Oh mystery, come on down
Down in the sea the show us the way.

Photo by Killian Pham on Unsplash

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Ashley Cappelletty

I am a Shadow Walker who survived traveling through her own underworld. I am an Oracle that swims through oceanic realms to gather wisdom from the mermaids. I am an artist who creates the hidden subterranean imagery in my nocturnal cave of creation - the space where myth and symbol merge. I don't believe in reckless self destruction. I am effervescent with child like wonder. The Shadow is where our base metals become gold. My soul is lined with gold just like the Japanese pots that were once broken. Let me show you how to become a Stellar Alchemist.

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