anukur
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(9/19/05 11:35 pm)
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for the nameless priestess
Dearest daughter of the Divine Mother,
I have been delighted to discover gateways to babylon and have many questions that I will address later.
I have come to contemplation of the Divine Mother as a concept, drawn to do this for personal reasons, having no understanding of the reason for the harshness of the religion presented to me in my childhood. In agony I decided as a late teenager that I would rather live in a universe seen over by a Divine Presence than one ruled by laws of physics only. At that time I realized that because their was no proof of the senses for a Divine Presence my relationship with what I desired to know would be a relationship with the product of my own imagination.
There came to me a dream of a visitor to my room...several dreams where I was taken from my body to see things, to go to a place one time where I was told I could not stay because of the stain upon me. In one dream I found myself in the presence of an old woman burning things in a fire. She told me these things belonged to me in some way. Then I spent some small amount of time in the presence of a beautiful young girl whe seems so much like Shamhat in the story of Enkidu. She was love and delight.
After these dreams, there was one final. I no longer wanted the dreams, I was afraid, not knowing from whom they came. My visitor, an ordinary short dumpling of a man, told me that I needed a doctor, and I refused, he then told me that I needed a woman, that one would come to me. Soon after I met a small dark girl, very enticing, raven black hair, olive skin, brown almond shaped eyes, whom I married. I had to leave her after two years, I did not have the power to care for her and spent many years in despair.
In these years of hurt there were some moments of delight, I have prayed to the Divine Mother to send her daughters to me to teach me wisdom, and though I knowingly embraced the Mother only as a concept, as a construction of my own mind, I find in reading these stories that my imaginary image has an old history! And beyond this, there have been events that are hard to understand, for it seems my imaginary Mother has indeed sent her daughters to me..and now it seems that way again.
So I ask, if there is a real priestess, that she please speak to me, I am still in need of the daughter, and of the Mother, blessed though I have been by my own imagination.
in joyous expectation,
Marty
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