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GAIA PRIESTESS by Kiernan Antares

 Over the past few years the Goddess and Priestess archetypal energy has been calling to me more and more…

It has been gaining momentum, especially now through my paintings. I feel this calling deep in my heart to align myself with Her, the Great Goddess and the Goddess within: to bring myself into balance by listening to the cycles and rhythm of life and nature.

It’s not always easy that is for sure as our way of living in North America is so focused on striving and going and going, but eventually it wears us down.

Gaia Priestess first manifested in a sketch after a weekend visiting a friend’s cottage on a lake. I had a couple of hours to myself and I found a place to just be. 

In those moments I performed a little ceremony connecting with Gaia and sending my love to Her with an offering.

Shortly after, my Gaia Priestess came to life on canvas with a wonderful message about being alive in the world. I share it with you here today.
'Gaia Priestess' by the author Artist Kiernan Antares

Gaia Priestess

The Feminine Heart within you
yearns to be expressed
to be felt and listened to
to be lived in the world.

But, she is probably not
who you think she is or might be.

Oh no, she knows your truth
your strength, your grace, your power.

She’s not some frilly or wily thing
seeking empty frivolity.
Nor is she weak, nor afraid of life.

Oh no, she knows who you really are.
And, she’s calling to you.

Will you set down your sword and armour?
Will you unlock the shackles
around your feet, your hands, your voice, your heart?

Will you gather them together and give them over to Her?
Your Sacred Feminine Heart for her care?

Will you surrender the who’s, the what’s, the why’s
of all that you have clung to
that has kept you living in the mundane, small world of fear?

She calls…
Can you hear?
Will you hear?

She just wants you to be YOU
With wild abandon.

Shoulders and head held high
Without apologies.

YOU… more of you

The full YOU

The YOU with wants and needs
That are juicy, that you speak freely
YOU are

Love, Grace, and Wisdom in action.

Alive in the world.

Will you, just for today
Say yes to loving yourself enough?
To hear her voice?
To allow Her to awaken the real

Kiernan Antares is a visionary artist, poet, and teacher based in Toronto, Ontario whose paintings and writings tell deep and rich stories through contemporary symbolism that offer healing, hope, and empowerment for the feminine soul ~ the heart of the world that has been suppressed in each of us, but is now re-awakening and emerging as a powerful force of love and wisdom. "It is my hope that something in my art will create a tiny explosion in your heart and that you will see that something, that Sacred Feminine Soul you’ve hungered for all along as a woman. She lives within you, She calls to you ~ to remember and awaken." You may connect with Kiernan via her website here, or find her on Facebook. 

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