There is a moment during pregnancy when the child inside the womb quickens. When it stirs within and the mother can feel that the being inside is not only alive but a separate being from herself, a new and different creature. I remember the moments when each of my children moved within me. I remember the moments when they became real to me and not just ideas and faces I saw in my dreams. The remnants of my past lives feel a bit like that to me, like separate beings but, alive and part of me.
The Queen of the Abyss has been healed and I have come face to face with Another that was hiding behind her. I understand that the Sorrow was meant to teach me compassion, and I believe that it has. I continue to nurture that compassion by working with a Goddess of Compassion, by establishing a new relationship with White Tara, a Goddess with seven eyes; Who sees, offers protection, and blessings.
But the real work ahead is to reconcile the immense Rage I hold within me. I do believe that some of that Rage is a remnant of past lives. But some of it belongs to this life, and all of it belongs to me, all of it is mine to claim and to reconcile. And the time has come to do just that.
You might ask “Why?” Why not simply nurture compassion? Why ever let the Rage out at all?
It has taken a great deal of my power to keep it hidden and contained for most of my life, power that I was meant to use for living. In those moments when my guard was down and it has escaped, it has been destructive and out of control, hurting me and those around me. And suppressed rage, unexpressed anger, is one of the most insidious causes of clinical depression, which I have battled for most of my life.
My Gods, my Ancestors and my Allies have been pushing me to open this place, to find what is hidden beneath and I have. They will not let me rest until I have learned how to express the anger and how to do so safely. If I am to serve my Community and my Coven, my Gods and my Ancestors, I cannot have a nuclear bomb hiding inside me waiting to explode and destroy those for whom I am responsible.
I have always been afraid of my power for fear that using it would result in “everyone ending up dead and bloody”. I realize now that is because I associate my power with my rage. I can learn to heal it, express it and control it without simply locking it away inside my body like some rotting corpse in a tomb.
So the Rage has quickened and I must as well if I am to learn to do this work. May I do so with compassion and power, honor and grace, courage and conviction. So Mote it Be.