Anubis is the next divinity I've promised to write about, another divinity from the long ago atheists' graveyard. However this divinity is closer to my heart than the many others I have written about. As a devotee and messenger to Horus the elder, Anubis entered my practice in a sideways manner. He pranked me and found my reaction hilarious. I was pretty freaked out that the Egyptian funerary deity and guide to the dead was visiting me and even worse laughing at me. He was the third Egyptian divinity to work his way into my life. Since then we've settled into a more comfortable "cousin" type relationship.
Lightning illuminates a graphite sky, as the wind whips through my hair and my aura. Thunder rattles the earth and my bones, and the rain comes down however it will—straight, hard and insistent, or a little sideways and chaotic. Look at the weather forecast for lower Alabama this time of year, and you will see a thundercloud icon on every day of the week. Storms are always a late afternoon possibility. They can be utterly terrifying in a place that has experienced deadly tornados, but they can also be cleansing and renewing.
You held my hand Guided my steps And supported my dreams.
We did not always agree But eventually the paths Of our divergence met at The singular point of Love.
You possessed the wisdom of age And experience as the power of The feminine coursed through you as the Elder and first Mother.
This mantle was passed to you from Your Mother and hers from a continuous Line of strong and courageous women.
Each passing of this Queenship Made a little easier the road ahead And for me that easier road stretched Exponentially further.
Your life was hard so that mine Would be made easier and the Blessings I pass to my daughters Will be ones of a newly forged strength That has been honed and tempered in the Fires of pain and joy of those who came before.
You have found your freedom and In passing from this world left behind The mantle of Matriarch that I now Must take up as I find my way.
I am not ready but this is not a choice And I will take on this gift wearing it Proudly until my time in this world Is done....
I Am the Matriarch And in this naming I Set foot on a path all Women will one day walk.
Recent loss of my Mother has set me to thinking about much that I have claimed as my space of knowing about the power of the Goddess and the Divine Feminine. Our focus never wants to stray into thoughts of when the inevitable will happen, so we direct our claimings to those of identification as the lusty Maiden, the creative nurturing of the Mother and the prized wisdom of recognition as a Crone.
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