Rumor has it...

There once was a group of golden women
Walking this earth with wings you couldn’t see
Carrying codes of love and truth
Weaving them into the grids of the Earth
Rumor has it these women brought in a golden age
A time of frequency and vibration
Where everyone thrived

They walked among mortals
But knew their souls could never die
They walked beside men
Not above, not below
As their absolute equals initiating them into the unseen
Leading them into the pathways of the heart

They nurtured humanity feeding from a sacred flow
The white stream, life’s holy milk
And when someone died
They guided them gently into the red stream
The river of death down into the underworld
Where everything got alchemised

They didn’t fear shadow
Because they knew their shadows were made of light
And that stars are only born
Through darkness and pressure
They birthed new realities
Not from effort
But from remembrance
Drawing wisdom from within
Because only their heart could hold the truth
Only their voice could sing those worlds into form

They were both feared and adored
By those who couldn’t understand
Because they embodied a power
That couldn’t be grasped by the mind
They carried a light
That could either blind you
Or set you free

But their lineage never died
It’s a living frequency
In our bones in our DNA
Waiting to be remembered
With sacredness
With reverence
To the golden line of Shekinah
She who breathes moonlight
She who turns rage into liquid fire
She who is starlight wrapped in skin
Whose waters are carrying us
Through the currents of life
In the name of our divine mother
always.

Lots of love,
Eve