WAKING MAGIC… by Lisa Citore
There was a time when women were magic…
when we made love with rocks and rivers
and cried in the arms of oak trees.
When we knew the language of light,
and could speak in spider, squirrel, snake and hummingbird.
When the Elementals were our dearest friends
and we could call down the rain or part the clouds
just with our asking.
When we held the birthdays
of every living thing within our wombs
and celebrated by dancing and singing their names.
When our joy would send stars shooting across the sky.
And our fury would throw lightning bolts from our fingertips.
giving warning to any who would destroy what we loved.
There was a time when women were magic.
When we knew our body and the body of nature
and the earth were not separate.
When we knew everything as energy and everything as connected
and could merge with all of it and change forms at will.
When we knew that we were just as multi-dimensional as time and space
and could travel freely across the worlds, as we do in dreams –
rearranging the past,
bringing back wisdom from the future
When we knew the landscape of the Void
and that nothing was impossible.
When we could defy the laws of gravity
and fly with dragons and fairies
and step through walls of human ignorance
invisibly dissolving conflict, like water on stone.
There was a time when women were magic…
When we knew the divine in our own image and likeness.
When we claimed our authority to shape shift reality.
When we spoke intimately with
the mysteries of birth, life and death
and our greatest super power was our surrender.
Not surrender as resignation to forces outside of us,
but as an act of opening to the Source within us.
When women knew our Giganticnous
When we trusted the intelligence of our emotions
as the energy of Creation in motion within us.
And held our desires as arrows in a bow.
Each one, intentional.
Each desire, the evolutionary direction of Consciousness
releasing through us.
When we knew how to align our thoughts,
feelings, words and actions
and make miracles through their focused combination.
When we could bend will and statistics
as easily as we blow kisses.
When we were energy-whisperers
that could wield win-win outcomes
in between and beneath logic.
There was a time when women were magic…
When we knew the real purpose for our eyes
beyond looking in the mirrors of our projections
When we saw from the inside out
and could hold our visions in the face of duality.
When we could transmute negativity and raise frequency
just with our gaze.
When we knew our physical senses were but gateways
to the vast universe of our inner senses.
When we weren’t just clairvoyant, but clairimaginal.
When we knew imagination was stronger than perception.
When we didn’t just make love with one another
We’d merge with light and give birth to whole new realms of awareness
like beauty is the hybrid blend of truth and love
and bliss is the alchemy of ecstasy and peace.
There was a time when women were magic…
When mothers and daughters and sisters and grandmothers
would circle together under the moon
to connect with the tides, cycles and seasons,
celebrating rites of passage
sharing blessings.
When we knew that gathering with women
to feed our wildness
and flow pleasure through our bodies
was the highest prayer we could offer for the planet.
When our temples had dirt floors
and no ceilings or walls
and every woman was a priestess.
When the Mother, the body and our divine sexual energy
were held as sacred as the Father, son and holy ghost.
When our brothers stood beside us,
looking out in the same direction.
When there wasn’t need for protection.
When women walked the earth not only in safety, but nobility.
When our worth wasn’t tied to anything that could be bought or sold.
When old women were seen as the most gorgeous of all.
And GIRL was an acronym
for Goddess in real life.
When the wisdom of every age was honored.
And every size and shape of the female body
was considered a work of art. . . . . . . . . .
- Yes, the world can be a trickster.
- Yes, you have every reason to feel angry and weary.
- You have every reason to doubt
- and want to give up…..
But if instead, you opened your heart
And took the hand of the sister sitting next to you
maybe you both could help each other re-member…..
that when women come together
the time of MAGIC is right now.
Shhhhh.
Can you feel it?
