Another of the writings I logged in the Soul Food Creative Maze. What fun days those were.
Lemurian Abbey in Gilead, Lenore
The Godess Inana
“Do you think they are hidden in nature, because they formed into dragon flies?” Kiona mused as she ate her fruit and home made toasted muesli.
“That would make sense but where do we start” I replied.
“Maybe they are hidden in a spider’s web like that in Charlotte’s web, where words woven made a pig famous so he was not eaten?” added another of the blanket making sisters, the nun who I had first met,who quietly joined us.
“Are they somewhere in the song of a nightengale?” asked the young girl from India, who I now knew as Shruti, as she skipped up to our table.
“Arata, arata” – I recalled outloud the ancient tongue of the Elder who had given us our visions.
“Maybe” said the Nun who I’d first met, Sister Abigal, “we need to unlock the meaning of arata, arata- does it really…
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