Born of cosmic dust that came, sought itself, communicated with itself, danced with itself, spinning, twirling, shimmying and shaking, united with itself to materialize, to know itself as it imagined itself to be. There came the mother of invention, the mother of everything. Through creation and recreation there was a transformation, an evolution, a transmutation, a revelation, a redemption and resurrection of us. The Eternal Woman. The cosmic saga continues…
Clarity will come when we know ourselves; when we are truly being ourselves.