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This story is a new mythology that captures the Divine Feminine and draws the reader into its sisterhood with magical creatures and utopian dreams. Both Whimsical and darkly serious, this previously untold creation story, presented as a prose-poem, reveres the Mother as creator. The reader of this epic prose-poem cannot help but be drawn into the sisterhood of the divine feminine. Their story is here and it lives in you.
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All of Creation is merely a birthing story.
The echo of her first birth can still be heard in all the Universe. The sound is in the background of all universal sounds.
The Goddess was busy!
With her name singing an eternal song during those first few nanoseconds, the Goddess opened herself and her power flowed all at once and in all directions in a magnificent expression of herself.
And in those milliseconds her Universe was now immeasurable.
This was the first birth in her new Universe. The Goddess’ power was soft, curved, slow and smooth. There were a few sharp angles but she preferred gentle bends, segues, and agreement in form and all that she created.
The Original’s name for the Goddess informed her purpose, and her essence fueled her creative expressions. In those first few million years the Goddess played with things that would forever be unseen but which would be studied and she left her presence in all things she birthed.
All things in her Universe are made of her.
The Goddess paused to observe her Universe and then she smiled to herself. She knew what her Universe needed.
I will make a garden, the Goddess said.
What is purpose if not growing and tending a garden where one may contemplate, she asked and answered herself. And so, she planted simple galaxies and spiral galaxies, there and there.
Just a simple garden, she told herself.
Next were gas clouds that were as big as galaxies, and nebulas that were as original in all universes as they were awe-inspiring. She grew stars that burned slowly — perennials she called them, and others that burned out quickly in a few billion years — seasonals, those were called.
She planted black holes, strung star systems all around, and placed comets and asteroid belts all over.
And she took from her own light and planted growing balls of fire to warm her garden while night stars and moons kept her garden comforted, and to provide for the small things that she planted in the garden — to live, feed, and help the garden birth its own.
Finally, over there she decided to plant orbs that circled her stars and to the orbs some were given their own orbs that circled them. And they were given fire to help forge the garden.
The Goddess paused for a few billion years before noticing one of her stars calling to her because it was lonely.
Then she smiled a mischievous smile and laughed to herself at her garden — it was lovely!
She was well pleased but not finished!
The star that called to her informed her that one of the orbs was sad and longed for the Goddess’ attention.