I Am (Not) the Goddess

(The Day of the Goddess)

Friday the 13th is also known as the Day of the Goddess, often associated with Freya of Norse mythology. Today is the first of two back-to-back Friday the 13ths this year!

I love this rising recognition of the Divine Feminine energy that exists within all of us. The more I do this work, the more I’m able to see, feel, and experience the beautiful balance of masculine and feminine energies in the world beyond the extremes of one versus the other we’ve been conditioned to.

The Universe exists in harmony, and so do we if we look beyond the illusions of what divides. In the past, consciousness fell and wisdom was lost to ego; love forsaken for jealousy, mistrust, and contempt; and unity forgotten for division.

But as we awaken to the truth of ourselves and begin to see life, the world, and all within the evolution of the sacred, we heal ourselves and change the world.

The union of the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine is the blueprint for a new future--one that reminds us that we are for each other and future generations and this world we call home. It’s time to be bold, to be brave. It’s time to remember and embody the sacred that has until now remained dormant within you.

Take leadership for your life as you shift your perspective on who you were to become all you are. Have faith in this process as you continue your sacred journey with conscious and loving pursuit in step with your human experience.

Friday the 13th is said to hold high energy to help you tune into the heart-center for creation.

How are you tuning into love?

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I Am (Not) the Goddess
by Susan Dawn

I’m not the goddess you knew.

The one that existed

on Mount Olympus

has long been extinguished.

You made sure of that.

So I watched your world burn

in the fires of Pompeii,

lighting my cigarette

in the dying embers of Vesuvius.

I stepped aside,

let the lava cascade,

flicked the remains

towards the screams

and rose like a phoenix

from the ashes

of what you thought you buried.

I saved you all.

Yes, I’m that kind of goddess.

I carried you home,

yet you failed to believe;

you tore down my temples,

cursed at my altar—

begged, cried, no matter—

I heard it all.

Still, I rose from my gilded seat—

the one you painted for me,

and climbed down my pedestal—

the one you sculpted to me,

and held you safe.

Oh, you and your human race.

I am not the goddess you crave,

someone to betray

your sacrifice

and inspire

and answer

your thousand questions

with a thousand stories

and a thousand wordless prayers.

I am so much more

and so much less

than what I seem—

an angel in a sunbeam,

a sprite beholden

to the dark of night.

I am all. I am none.

I am the virgin painted

on the cathedral wall,

the whore condemned

upon the fall.

I am a lifetime of laughter,

seconds of sorrow.

I am profane and vulnerable,

sacred and hallowed.

You, who have forgotten me,

buried me beneath your reality TV,

abandoned me for your social idols,

living in your self-denial…

You toast to me

drinking from your broken cup,

catching a glimpse of me at sun-up,

before the reflection fades,

before the truth is swayed.

Still I stay.

Because I am not the goddess

you thought you knew.

You see, I am also you.

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