Sublime

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She will show up in our thoughts, our dreams, our inner knowings, our sudden awarenesses . . . with the most useful spare wheel, the lever, the spiritual muscle, the needle and thread, the warp and the weft, the clay, the materia, the music, the nourishment, the difficult insight into, the brilliant thought, the doorway to new attitude, the exact e

The shame-filled secrets women carry are old, old tales. Any person who has kept a secret to her own detriment has been buried by shame. In this universal plight, the pattern itself is archetypal: the heroine has either been forced to do something or, through the loss of instinct, has been trapped into something.

Woman. It promises that if we will sing the song, we can call up the psychic remains of the wild soul and sing her into a vital shape again.

This dream occurs to the as-yet-to-be-initiated, as well as to those who are veterans of several rites of passage, for there is always more initiation. No matter how old a woman becomes, no matter how many years pass, she has yet more ages, stages, and more “first times” awaiting her. That is what initiation is all about: it creates an archway whic

The old one, The One Who Knows, is within us. She thrives in the deepest soul-psyche of women, the ancient and vital wild Self.

A woman’s issues of soul cannot be treated by carving her into a more acceptable form as defined by an unconscious culture, nor can she be bent into a more intellectually acceptable shape by those who claim to be the sole bearers of consciousness. No, that is what has already caused millions of women who began as strong and natural powers to become

After thousands of years of separation from the divine, our collective mind—which functions in the fourth dimension (4D)—is caught in a field of polarized, archetypal thoughtforms that are locked in our bodies and minds as emotional trauma blocks.