In the Dust of this Earth


Dust in the Wind….

All we are is Dust in the Wind……

http://youtu.be/bSZIq1Fr–8

Rings of Saturn
Rings of Saturn

We are Stardust fallen from Heaven.

Returning to Mother Earth to be scattered across the oceans, seas, plains……taken up by the wind once more.  Galaxies. Sand. Soil. Swirling rings around Saturn Whirlpools of Atlantis Solar systems of revolving doors.

In the Dust of this orbital sphere are seeds and spores of generations yet untold. Stories to be written and songs to be sung. Poesy hanging by vineyard climbing ivy searching for fertile ground in which to take root and bloom.  You are the pitter patter of dew arising with great tear droplets falling to moss and leaf covered ground.  Take hold my Luna branches and spring forth from sweet tender Gaia into renewed awakenings.

Foliage covering preternatural forest an ancient womb delivering sustenance to all flora and fauna. You are the scent of a damp summer’s night. She suckles her young with tender shoots Arboreal Splendor to behold. Goddesses arise and walk about restoring the vanquished, quenching all thirsts birthing new lives.

In the Dust of this Planet
In the Dust of this Planet

Do the gods Shed No Tears?


Woman Warriors Rebellion Roar!!!

When the Village is under attack, the Warriors stand ready to defend the people. Every Primordial Goddess and Queens of the Seven continents sound the War Cry!  Nzingha, Judith, Deborah, Hatshepsut, Kali, Ishtar, Sojourner Truth, Harriet Tubman, Bodaceia, shall all arise from Earth Mother Gaia, take up the Sword as well as the Spear to reclaim the Land and set Justice for Her Peoples!! For Justice has removed her blindfold and joined the avenging Army.

Candace of Meroë
Candace of Meroë

Vassals, slaves, sharecroppers. One bondage seems to begat another.  Tilling land for another. Giving away hard wrought crops. Women-wives given as chattel, cooks and sex slaves in despair and fear of displeasing a drunken sadistic male calling himself a husband but far from the definition. From one man’s hand to another. Pay Tribute to the Patroon! Bow down! Grovel! Hat in Hand! Are you really To the Manor Born?

Women a bride price. A Dowry given. Property exchanged. Skeletal hands beckon to a sideshow horrors. We who raise children and create nations are relegated to shame, guilt and fear. Oh my girlchild you were born a target, an object of scorn second in place to all your younger brothers behind you. Your redemption lies in a fruitful womb.  Your worth as a source of male heirs to the Throne.   For the barren lie desolate consigned to the wasteland beyond the city gates.

Candace of Meroë
Candace of Meroë

Legion Queen  Candace, Fallen Leaf, Running Eagle, Buffalo Calf Road Woman, Mulan, Tashenamani, Tomoe Gozen, Boudica, Hangaku Gozen, Yaa Asantewaa, Amina Sukhera, Oya, Yennenga, and Zenobia ride in on Red Dappled Mares and Winged Unicorn Pegasus gathering up the fallen, carrying them to safe harbor.

Rise up and be spoken! Rise Up and be Heard!  No more shall we remain Silent. Victorious we march taking back our Queenship bestowing grace, power, authority and pleasures evermore to our female Womb Jewels. Treasures and treasured from now on.

Woman War