She's been through a lot. She has watched the rising and falling of her sons, by emasculating hands; stripping them of their femininity. She has watched the murder and rape of her daughters. Their stories echo in her heart holding a mirror to her spirit; the pains of her own soul. She knows this cosmic truth of what lies in the dualities; pain and bliss, love and hatred, fear and fearlessness. A spectrum of density and emotion fills her and shatters in her mind. In the stillness and in the violent movements of her transformation she is touched but not destroyed.
She wouldn't say she is gentle or even patient. She would say she is a warrior in her most vulnerable state. She has something indestructible. It has been with her through the ages. Her soul fire, that bioelectricity, firing in new experiences and complex emotions, weaving reality before her. The inner current of knowledge, drops of the divine igniting the heart\. It transcends through the dimensions freely, unabated.
Soul Fire has no resistance, no limits, it's present in her and everyone she sees. What marvelous creations; little pieces of herself, no not of herself, but the all that unties every drop of divinity staring back at her.
As she transforms, the soul fire in her heart spreads consuming old paradigms and shifting her soul to settle into new insights and epiphanies. With every transformation the fire grows till, flickering out past the boundaries of her skin, it changes the landscape of reality around her.
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