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Gateway to the Goddess

Iʼm standing in the warm, soaking rain that has permeated my coat and has left my hair dripping, flattened to my face and Iʼm holding my hand over an old stone carving with symbols of the goddess and Divine feminine. Running my fingers along the grooves of the spiral, Iʼm feeling the roughness of the stone and imagining all the ones whoʼve stood in this same exact place letting the language of the symbols infuse them to the point of understanding. I had already traveled to the old wells where I peered into the deep chambers of mother earth just barely making out the glimmer of water at the bottom as the smell of dank earthiness filled my senses. I had already laid my belly down in the center

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