the rhythmic respirations of the lovemaking become prostrations

offering offering offering it all up

Thunder Chief carries the Cradleboard of downy clouds of my Soul across the Sky Grandmothers and through Cloud People

then I am lovingly placed upon the back of the Condor

who flies me into the belly of the Mother, into the Womb of Life

to be born on this Earthwalk

so much sorrow and regret, the grating left from the fireplace

a log rolled out, house in flames, babies died

we do not need to make reparations forever

we do not need to remain in the hell realms for this mistake

Arise, Daughter of Moon and Water

to fulfill the prophecy of this night, of this day

Arise, Daughter of Peace

my belly heavy with Christ child

my Heart light with Christ child

this is the way I come into Completion, one moment at a time

the greater the Bliss, the greater the Magnetic Field generated

the spin of the Light Body that magnetizes all my desires

bring it to me

the Masculine is electric, the Feminine is magnetic

Magdalena, you wept for your Beloved when the tomb was empty

already Resurrected, and you joined together for all eternity

in the Light Realms in these ways, never separate

and now my Beloved has Resurrected too

steady, steady in the Prayer as karmas unwind

we keep The Way open with the Prayer, with the spinning Chrysalis

we keep The Way open by offering up blame and shame

hurt feelings and anger, so we can stay soft

we keep The Way open for passion, even if it means more grief

letting go of suffering structures of positionality, the I don’t understand

music and dance, pulsations of light, are so helpful

to break the crab shell of my Heart so I can feel once again

photo this episode by SailorJohn