I AM WOMAN by Rebecca DeLeo

As my manifesto, "I AM WOMAN" unearths my journey as an intrepid goddess of flesh and blood...

It is my will to nourish the seeds of goddesshood within every woman's garden. Sisters, may we always follow the omniscient pulse of our womanhood!

I AM WOMAN

by Rebecca DeLeo

I am Mother Earth, the Creatrix.

I am the Mother of the Cosmos, the High Priestess.

The gateway to God lies between my towering pillars of ecstatic surrender.

The scarlet brine that flows from my sap-soaked temple is an ever-nourishing spring of esoteric wisdom.

My elixirs, furiously coursing through my beating temple, are the nectars of eternal life.

Part the Red Sea, and dissolve into your Dark Mother.

Drink from me, for I am the Fountain of Youth.

Feed on my ripe fruits, for my womanhood is your source of life.

Cascade into me;

I am the raging inferno that ravages your ravenous soul.

Lose yourself in the Womb of the World;

You are mine to devour.

Within me, you disintegrate to reemerge.

I am She who gives you life.

I am She who gives you death.

I am the Maiden, the Waxing Moon.

I am the Mother, the Full Moon.

I am the Enchantress, the Waning Moon.

I am the Crone, the Dark Moon.

I am the Sacred Whore, the Holy Harlot.

I am the Seer, the Illuminatrix.

I am the Dark Goddess, the Veiled Mother of Mystery.

I am the Great Giver and the Great Receiver.

I am the Daughter of Dawn and the Mother of Dusk.

I am the Shekinah.

I am Shakti.

I am Woman.

Rebecca DeLeo is a spiritual teacher who is dedicated to the marriage of sex and spirit. As a Reiki Master Teacher, extrasensory healer, linguistic mystic, diviner, seer, taboo-annihilator, and Queen of Night, she catalyzes transfiguration for the mind, body, and soul. She journeys through the brightest heavens and darkest hells with all who invoke her guidance and nourishment. She unravels the mysteries of the feminine and illuminates all that is woman. She is committed to awakening women and men to their goddesshood/godhood. Connect with Rebecca via e-mail: r.deleo@ymail.com, or on tumbler here.

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