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Warrior Woman

May the stars carry away your fear and sadness
Hold on to what is good

May the promise of spring fill your heart with beauty
Hold on to what you believe

May hope forever wash away your tears and pain
Hold on to what you must do

May your stillness in this silence make you strong
Hold on to life
Hold on to my hand

Don’t let go
Don’t ever let go…

They don’t all float down here, as his mantra would have you believe. Some wrap themselves intentionally, in the dispirited darkness; fighting natures buoyancy that would raise them toward the light. He thrived on being the outcast, for he knew not how to fit; emitted false illusion, so as to sway opinion and perceptions. But had he ever met the Sage, in the abyss which I have faced, he would have fallen to his knees and in prayer he would have begged.

She knew the time was now, the signs all pointing to the Hunters Moon; the owl outside her window three nights in a row, crossing her path at dawn, alighting in the tree and watching as she made her way to the lake; the ring around the moon for three nights prior to the full and the broom that dropped; not once, but twice.

She was ready for the ritual; needing to do it for many reasons; the main to release her self of him; purging that which no longer served a purpose in her life, was negative in energy and influence, bringing nothing but harm and disrupting the balance she now fought so hard to maintain. The new journey had already begun; starting over, alone and unafraid, but she needed to move on; needed to breathe again. Forced to cast aside that which hindered and left her desolate, filled with pain, regret, self-loathing and doubt.

Yass…the time was now.

She gathered her tools and prepared; well aware that this would be the most intense ritual in which she would ever partake; eradicating the essence that had been selfishly burned into her very being and now possessed her soul; just as intended; complete and total, with no chance of her ever thinking about anything but him.

The red clay bowl symbolizing her flesh and blood; desert sage to drive off negative energy, spirits and influences; necessary to purify and cleanse not only her circle of stones that was carefully cast, but her self as well; the burning smoke, the breath of her prayers going out to her Creator; as she concentrated on the connection between the earth and sky and unity of all life.

Her sacrificial offering of a most personal nature; her mane of thick brown hair he once described as creating a picture that would have inspired Di Vinci; severed before the flames, in a moment of determination, sheer will and absolute power; blowing in the wind, her banner of courage, clutched in her fist and raised to the heavens, then bundled with the stone he gave as protection, wrapped in a white shroud and buried in the earth at the center of the circle.

I will be happy forever
Nothing will hinder me
I walk with beauty before me
I walk with beauty behind me
I walk with beauty below me
I walk with beauty above me
I walk with beauty around me
My world will be beautiful

After the ritual, which left her drained of all energy, she burned a bowl of sweet grass, the most sacred of all herbs, bringing positive energy after the negative had been banished; she raised her face toward the full Hunters Moon and her voice rang out above the mountain…

Let me know peace
For as long as the moon shall rise
For as long as the rivers shall flow
For as long as the sun will shine
For as long as the grass shall grow
Let me know peace…