WOMBMAN'S CALL by Sara Goldy

Wombman's Call

Gentle Woman
sent forth by heavenly order
birth giver to first born
black cap Crowned
Heart shaped placenta
'most beautiful thing' she ever
did see..

Relentless days and nights crying
many years past by
returning to Gaia proved most unimpressive
to this one she had been waiting for..

Assigned Special duty
she was called to upkeep
Ancient codes dormant in her soul
Ready for the work
to clear the break

Deep caverns
chamber echo
many sacred waters
enough Love she'd ever quench..

Aside in partnership
stoked wild fire imprints
All Ablaze
cackle snaps fiercely into soft mist

Alchemical seals
destined to reunite
balance, transmute, restore
Original codex
made Golden again
that which Always was

Sweet mother
holy of faith
whispers into the wire
'Child of Free will what will your destiny be?'

'I am a birth giver of an ancient future world, muma love, within another dream..

I am One at the Centre
Galactic Womb
Where All may Enter here and die

Rebirthing
Regenerating
new Myth
Unfolding next levels of
Eternal Mystery

Calling us steady into unknown
Cosmic Adventure
Celestial Humans
etched by God's holy hand
Quantum design
Promised as written
sweet surrender

Divinely wed
To the Gift
Joy of Life'

Sara Goldy: Indigo star child, Cosmic girl, Wild wombman. Dedicated with fierce, all loving devotion to our shared divine birth right, re instating original edenic coding of our celestial human potential at the core of our being and capacity to unlock from within ♡ with an absolute drive for the potency of its awakening and activation in these times.Celebrating, courageously the embodiment, empowerment, integration, and Enjoyment of expressing our multi dimensional experience remembering within this plane and human form.Sharing her Heart songs and Crystal Light sound Codex Keys from Avalon, Glastonbury UK as a prayer of Love, hope, victory, to the collective and throughout all planes to and from the heart of the One Welcoming all to tune in, share and join in from their own beloved heart space this Frequency gift from the Tor at Avalon from within and on pilgrimage echoed from an ancient calling. You may connect with her via e-mail: goldsunstar82@protonmail.com

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