16/07/2026
When woven words weave a spell...
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One by one they walked
through the woods.
Eyes watching them,
they knew they were not alone
as the animals and spirits of the night,
Ancestors and Cosmic Beings held the
realm of the eternal cycle.
Hands enjoined and circle cast,
libations poured out to the
Elementals and Land Guardians,
ancient energies flowed as
the drums found their beat and
the women began to dance and chant.
Isis
Astarte
Diana
Hecate
Demeter
Kali
Inanna
Over and over their voices filled the air
calling in these and other Ancient ones,
their energies, magic and wisdom,
their rage and righteous anger
as shouts of No More and Never Again
filled the air.
Voices invoked the battle energies
as the Warrior Goddesses arrived
Lilith
Andraste
Durga
Hel
Oya
Pele
Ixchel
Freya
The Morrighan
Boudicca of the Iceni
Zenobia of Palmyra
Lakshmi Bai of Jhansi
Yambe-Akka of the Sami
Through the night they chanted
the invocation "show us another way"
to the ancient Mothers, Queens,
Warrioresses, Witches
Voices raising power and
raised IN power as the Zorya,
Queen Boudicca, The Morrighan
and the Valkyries held the circle,
swords in hand, symbols of
both peace and truth as well as
strength and protection
Eyes of the night still held vigil
for this sacred activist work
as each woman plucked
her part of the web
weaving new threads of hope
and spinning the wheel of change.
Fox, wolf and coyote
opossum, turtle and deer
bear, raccoon and hare
held vigil as the
moths danced,
spiders wove webs,
and serpents shed skins
no longer needed,
all while the calls of the
owls and night birds echoed
in synchronous harmony.
As the darkness of night
gave way to the light
of a new dawn, the Ravens
and Crows and birds of the day
arrived calling out as the
women prayed their work
had been enough to alter
the events of this day...
they prayed it was enough
to alter the events
of the Coming Days.
As they walked back
through the woods,
sunlight streaming through
the trees and with eyes still
watching, the women held the
Rim of the Eternal Circle
safely in their hearts and womb space,
encased in a deep knowing that
Whatever this new day held...
Whatever and Whomever was to come...
Their work, the ancient ways and this
realm of power would always continue
For the Circle never ends and the
Weaver always weaves
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Holding the Rim, ©Arlene Bailey
Art, Autumn Skye Morrison,
https://autumnskyeart.com/
