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SHE WHO KNOWS by Kiernan Antares


This painting and poem are very much connected to another one titled ‘Revolution’,here…

I began ‘She Who Knows’ shortly before going to Paris, then she came to a stop, indicating I was to gain much insight and growth from the trip and I would be ready then to integrate Her within me.

I begin nearly all my paintings with an intention; whether in the form of a prayer, a question, a healing, or insight and then I let the process and painting speak to me: showing me what She wants, and whispering Her messages.

For ‘She Who Knows’ my intention was to gain clarity around my bigger purpose and how I was to bring it to the world.

Indeed when I returned from Paris, after having painted ‘Revolution’ I was brought back to what became this beautiful and powerful inner Goddess/Priestess. She changed dramatically, in terms of adding many layers of colour, growing darker, deeper, and richer – much like we do as we walk a conscious journey and enter the ‘wisdom years’.

 I find Her breathtaking and by far my favourite piece. I listened to Goddess music during the many, many hours of painting, which helped me to go deeper and her messages came. I was in awe and dizzy for days when she was completed – every time gazing upon her my third eye pulsing to Hers.

She instilled in me a deeper understanding of what it means to be a Goddess/Priestess – honouring and living attuned to the cycles and rhythms of life and nature: working with them rather than against them, allowing them to teach and guide me. I am a different woman having painted Her!

She Who Knows

Om Shanti Om
We all come from the Goddess
And to Her we shall return
Om Shanti Om
I am She
The flame within
Om Shanti Om
She Who Knows
Whispering softly… give birth to your soul dreams
Om Shanti Om
Call upon your sacred ancestors
Your mother’s, your father’s
This lifetime and beyond
Om Shanti Om
To stand by you, to guide to
To enliven your life force and blood
With their strength and wisdom
Om Shanti Om
Work with the seasons
The cycles, the rhythms, the elements
Om Shanti Om
Reclaim yourself, your true self,
That which is me
Om Shanti Om
Attune, attune, attune
Live, breathe, and be
She Who Knows
Om Shanti Om
~


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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