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The two goddesses Diane


Once upon a time I met a hunteres goddess Her name, Diana. She was always with her devoted horse and 3 dogs.Taking care that the forest gives her back the food she needed for her little earthly tribe. All of the sudden with a maddening gaze she looked upon me and said I don't belonged the places I inhabited. Took me with force and persisted into teaching the ways of women. It took me great effort to understand what she insisted onto. And then I tell her one day in our meditation hours: I'm just a shadow you mistook for a light, my place is in father forest, where darkness lures , where the fear of young kids resides, those crooked shadows of some twigs.. my home is there between the fear and obscurity. - a shadow you say? That I mistook for a fire? And her voice was so powerful that the whole of the earth vibrated. Have you seen the way plants reach onto you? What do you think it looks for? For a place to hide from the light? In vain my teachings pour onto you as into a fully ready vase to withhold it? And then she said a thing quite unusual: Very well, child, I'll let you return, but please honor us with your presence for the last supper this early evening. So it was a great supper, with every being in the tribe from the eldest to the youngest. While discussing and eating and drinking. Diana stoop up, for a toast and her voice trembled again the crust of earth, and the inner being of all those present. But her toast was unusual, she asked rather.: How did you end up in the forest ? In that moment the crust of the shadow i thought I were shattered under the voice of Diana. Her inner being as a radiating beam poped out. And she just knew, it knew, remembered, and knew. The past the present the future. -Sister. Said I , I'm happy to have returned And the supper became the first meal to honor the baptized spirit, baptized by inner light.
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