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witchscauldronMy body aches tonight. Where Sehkmet touched me burns like fire, deep in the tissue. No amount of massage or stretching or gentle healing makes it stop. It is stubborn, a raw, raging pain that has come and gone all day but is now constant.
When I move the wrong way, my solar plexus burns like this also, sharp stabbing pains rolling down and out, flying up my chest to sting my eyes with its fierceness. It is as if the Lion Goddess has struck me all over again.
I am lost. I am confused. I do not understand what is changing around me. I want to sleep, but cannot. I fear the dream, yet I crave it. A strange addiction. When I close my eyes I see twilight; I see twilight burning with the memory of gold, and it pierces me. Still I read, am consumed with destroying my ignorance...Holy Names of Netjer...Isis, Hathor, Sehkmet...blue and green, and always the memory of gold.
I am lost.
I pray. I pray for guidance, and wisdom. I am lost, but I am loved...yet Morrigan stays distant, silent. Show me the path, I cry...it echoes into dreams that haunt my daylight hours. I pray; give me the patience to wait for the answers, the strength to bear my trials, the wit to know when truth meets my path. I pray...I simply pray.
-M.
When I move the wrong way, my solar plexus burns like this also, sharp stabbing pains rolling down and out, flying up my chest to sting my eyes with its fierceness. It is as if the Lion Goddess has struck me all over again.
I am lost. I am confused. I do not understand what is changing around me. I want to sleep, but cannot. I fear the dream, yet I crave it. A strange addiction. When I close my eyes I see twilight; I see twilight burning with the memory of gold, and it pierces me. Still I read, am consumed with destroying my ignorance...Holy Names of Netjer...Isis, Hathor, Sehkmet...blue and green, and always the memory of gold.
I am lost.
I pray. I pray for guidance, and wisdom. I am lost, but I am loved...yet Morrigan stays distant, silent. Show me the path, I cry...it echoes into dreams that haunt my daylight hours. I pray; give me the patience to wait for the answers, the strength to bear my trials, the wit to know when truth meets my path. I pray...I simply pray.
-M.
