The greatest gnosis is ultimately unspeakable, unshakeable, unteachable. Living through your own personal transformation, eating your demons, beating up your angels, re-meeting your ancestors, chasing your gods… it is inexplicably deep. But it is possible.
I was fortunate to have sisters on the same sacred path; we blessed our changing bodies, carried our own baggage, and then, together, left the burdens at the river to wash away. And we are not the same as we were.
And I will never be who I believed I was, who others told me I was, who I was informed I should be… ever again.
Today’s pain is tomorrow’s power. The mysteries are unshareable… but also undeniable.
I am a Maeja.
Rose in the Retort 