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YOU ARE THE 13 by Sitara Alakananda Shakti

This poem was inspired by the power and sacredness of the number thirteen…

Around the time when I wrote this poem I began to understand how thirteen is not the unlucky number it’s believed to be nowadays. In ancient times, 13 was a number that was revered for its sacredness. It was seen as a magic symbol of transformation, as a number that encapsulated regeneration and great change. 

For instance, in ancient Egypt it was believed that there were 12 steps on the ladder to Eternal Life, and the13th step is that of immortality. And in the Lunar Cycle the 13th month represents the end and the beginning: the ending of a cycle, which brings about the beginning. Thirteen means facing the old to start anew.

I know for myself and for many of my brothers and sisters, this year of 2013 has been a year of Death and Rebirth. By walking through the doorway of the number 13, we faced our darkest shadows and a new ground was created.  I awoke from slumber, the "I" was reclaimed, and The Family once again reunited, converging back into the One, where there’s love.

You are the 13

"You are the 13"
The construct of Fragmented Reality 
Courting between Order and Chaos 
Shadows of the same Dawn 
Mirroring of Soul desires 
Flesh and bones 
Mere stories
Dancers in reverence to the movements of the Absolute 
Temporarily away from the Garden 
But reminded always when walking on Native Soil
Template of the 12
Shaken violently from such long sleep 
Downloads overwhelmingly with the acceleration of Galatic Portals opening
No slowing 
The Sacred and the One 

You are the 13
~



Sitara Alaknanda Shakti is a visionary modern-day medicine woman.  After years of working in Hollywood, she left for a vacation that turned into a two-years holy journey.  From India to Asia, Europe, Indonesia and South America, her travels has led her to study with master shamans and light-workers all around the world.  In humbleness she has been summoned into Divine service.  A Lover to the Beloved, a faith servant to the One, a mystic and a healer, she integrates ancient wisdom of the Indigenous along with the teaching of the Stars to activate and awaken the Infinite Love within.  "It is my heart calling to assist in the remembrances of the Sacred Child.  In that heart space, lies our Soul Sovereignty.  The Kingdom truly reigns in each of us and You are the One that you have been waiting for.  Only love, Sitara." You may connect with Sitara on Facebook here

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