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Gateway to the Goddess, part II

These woods I do not know, but I know him. The Green Man that runs through the forest naked howling like a wild coyote. He is the wild woman's beloved. The one who knows her, loves her, admires her power and her wildness, keeps her safe but not hidden away. As I look into the eyes of my own beloved and feel the river of tears that's about to erupt from my depths, I feel the grief of having lost this way of being, the grief of having spent most of my life disconnected from this part of myself, my wildness, my goddess self, sacrificing the fires of passion for a life of being proper, well-groomed, nice and domesticated. The tears flow, followed by deep sobs, an upheaval of despair pour

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