I can post as I feel safe to do so here. No one knows about me - the woman who roams the gardens in the gate beyond the gate. I cannot right my wrongs nor change the past; yet, I can change to set intentions for the future.
Sunday, 12/20/2020
Sunrise 7:51 AM MST
Sunset 5:01 PM MST
Key Thing
Last ritiual of 2020
Working with Ahriman Keys
Be honest
Learn to let go
Accept change
Learn to trust
Jealousy has no place in relationships
Ahriman: “You’re gonna have to learn how to trust. I cannot and will not allow you to be your own destruction. I’ve seen enough of your pathetic nature.”
And if I go another year being single, all alone without ever being to tell people what I think?
Ahriman: “How many times have you’ve been warned about the intense aloneness on the path you’ve embraced?”
At least a thousand times.
The rest of the invokation with Ahriman does not matter, as I was handed off to Goddess Isis to realize the humaness of my soul. The shadow work has not been easy, it hasn’t been fun and there is more that I must do.
Goddess Isis: “Are you ready for all of this?”
No.
Goddess Isis: “You know you’re going to be okay, all of this will end the way it’s supposed to.”
The memories.
Goddess Isis: “I told you what would happen if you broken the chains. You did it knowing full well what would happen.”
How did I get here?
Goddess Isis: “A lifetime of feeling like you needed to be perfect.”
The snow doesn’t ever stop.
Goddess Isis: She just smiled
For she wanted Egypt, and a Pharaoh.
What she found was the blood dried among the thrones, the candles still flickered, and her life had become pathtically dull. 2020 was a lesson - stop being dull.
Goddess Isis: “Egypt?”
My last ritiual will be Sunday morning.
Goddess Isis: “You’ve hidden something.”
I’m bound to honesty. So, I simply offer her more honey and tell her what I have done. If you love something, you let it go and hope it will flourish. You put all your energy into something, knowi g you have loved something. It’s like I threw a boomerang, not expecting it to come back because the boomerang turned into a bird. And it flew away.
Goddess Isis: “What if it came back?”
I have to be content with what I have.
I can only strip naked for myself, I’m the one who put up the walls.
Goddess Isis: “Why are you giving me an offering of blood?”
Poof!
“The winters rise on 12/21. She just allows herself to be.”