This is one of my earliest posts.. I maybe had one follower when I wrote it.. These archetypal themes have been so soul resonant within my own life.
From a young age I felt myself set apart from the mainstream of society and its never been easy for me to fit it. Also there has been a struggle to find and express the truths I see. I know I am not alone in this and who knows if it isn’t just an ancestral memory, I’m supposedly descended from St Francis of Tregian who was buried standing up for standing up against the so called heresies of Queen Elizabeth, he refused to re-nounce his Christian faith. And in the perusal of my past writings I just found this.
There is a deep fear that if I speak my feminine truth, my inner soul knowing that I will be tortured or put to death.
Five years ago (this was written in 1998) and five years into my recovery from alcohol addiction a powerful image came to me through active imagination. It…
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