the Goddess came to me.

Some years back, I was sitting on a big rock up on the mountain at my parents place in NC, cool breeze blowing, sun coming thru the leafs of the old trees and then I hear laughter of a very young girl. She has in a sun dress the color of new leafs and had a toy unicorn with her; she has a faint glow about her, white light with a hint of light green. She skips up to me, “Hi” the young girl says, hello I say to her. I feel something odd about her, something old. Who are you I say? She replies with a knowing smile,

 “I am what becomes the madden, I am what is before it is potential, I am the first green of the world, the first blade of grass, the first leaf bud of the trees, the first string of the spring. I am what starts it all”. There was more in the words she said to me, things I just knew, but she did not say. I know there is more to whom and what she is, how she looks keeps changing, not a lot but in little ways, like she is thousands of little girls all in one. Then she laughs and runs off.

I stopped to think on what she said and there I see, walking towered me a young lady, seems to be in her late teens or early twines. She is in a green darker then the girls, the green, when you see it you think of spring. She comes up to me and says, “Hello there”, she has the same knowing smile as the little girl, and looks just like her but older. If you ever seen someone and just thing SEX, in all its forms, this is what she makes you think of. I know now something is up. I ask, who are you, the young lady replies,

“I am the potential of all things, I am that will be LIFE, the start of all things growing, fertility of all that is. I am the hunter, (now I see her with a bow and arrows she did not have before and a dog by her feet), and at times protector / warrior if needed.  I am youth and all that comes with it. I am the first light of the moon”.       

Like the little girl I know more then what she tells me, she sees this, smiles and gives me a kiss, full of more passion then I can take and my head swims, when my head clears she is gone. Now before me is a lady, looks like she is in her 30s or 40s. she is warring a long dress that covers her from her neck to her feet; it is dark green, the color of the old forest. I know who they are now; I bow my head and say, my lady, what have you come to teach me. She give that approving smile that only a mother can give her child and says,

 “ I am all that is fertile and growing, I am the potential giving form, I am the mother and what nourishes all that is. I am the ripening seeds and fruit of the trees and fields. I am the guardian of life (like the madden I now see she with a shield and sword in her hands), I am the height of life and what brings forth new life to the world. I am the beginning of wisdom. I am the full of the moon”.

Like the other two there is more in her words then what is said, she sees I know this and walks up to me, puts her hand on the side of my head, the feeling of being held in your mothers arms overcomes me and when I look up she is gone. Standing before me is a old woman, bent over and leaning on a cane. I go to my knees and bow to her; she laughs and tells me to move so she can sit on the rock.  With out me asking she says

“I am the reaping, of fruit, seed and life, and am the full harvest and the baron fields, I am winters cold and the time to sleep. I am the end of all things and the gate way to all things to come. I am Wisdom! I am the knowledge of all time and of what is to come. To me and from me all come and go. I unlock the gate and show you the way; I am the dark of the moon”.

I am overcome with age, I “feel” the age of all things coming from her. I see movement out of the corner of my eye and turn to see who is there now, but nothing is there. When I turn back all 4 of them are standing before me, but this time the young girl and the madden seem to be moving back and forth , one becoming the other and back agene, and agene I see movement, but when I look I do not see a thing. In a voice that sounds like all of them speaking at once and coming from everywhere and no where I am told

“She is not for you, she is what is on the other side of all that is” I think to myself she is death, “she is not that, she is what is after, the opener of the gate from this to the next and back. She is who watches over all as it rest and renew. She is unknowing in this place, and forgotten on return to it.

With this it all is gone, I am back in the rock, and no time has past. I do not know if this was a dream or a vision or what. But to this day it have moved me and guided me.

Take from it what you will.