#NewStory
The Priestess and the Patriarchy
Watching our illusion of control melt like ice on a Texas summer day.
Root Bone Truth Shown
Eros Freed
Divine Seed
The priestess is so clearly here to uproot the patriarchy.
Molecule by molecule, mysterious filaments of life grow into the cracks of the decaying structure of that which seems solid but is not.
The cracks are spreading.
The structure shudders.
And the goddess merely hums in pleasure as she does the work of existing.
We are entering a new age. An age where the emotional intelligence of our biochemistry will partner with the cognitive intelligence of our brains — and these two parts of ourselves will no longer be at war.
These two aspects of being human will see each other through the looking glass — to quote Lewis Carroll. And they will realize they are two sides of the same coin.
The patriarchy is built on the illusion of control.
Anyone who has borne a child, or stared death straight in the eye knows that the illusion of control dissolves in the mighty face of mystery.
