I unlocked the dusty cobweb covered box and opened it wide, and found…empathy.
I also found memories of a place that I visited once about twenty-seven years ago. The visual and olfactory memory of a place where girls, who have committed no crime other than to be born into families where their spirits are abhorred, are held in captivity and no one has yet been able to free them. My heart becomes filled with rage when I think of them. I have remembered them off and on over the past years. But, as is often the case when our life is not directly impacted, I put it aside because, after all, it is not mine. But if it is not mine then, Whose is it? Are they not my daughters, sisters, granddaughters? Do they not belong to the God and the Goddess simply because they exist?
They belong to me because, I remember them.
It matters not that they and their families live within a culture of fear. They are not lost. They are not forgotten. I call upon Kali to see them, to hear the unvoiced cries they dare not make even within their own minds, hearts and souls. I call upon every Goddess and God with whom I have relationship. I call upon every daughter and son of the Goddess and the God.
My patroness Arianrhod is a Goddess of Sovereignty and she has given me a fire in my heart to act against this prison, in whatever way I can, to bring freedom to these, her daughters. I will work every day until Hephzibah House is no more.
“Do not turn away. Do not turn your hearts to stone. Swing wide the doors of the prison-house and let in the bright light of day. Let the truth be spoken aloud so that it cannot be ignored, let their pain be felt so that it cannot be forgotten, let not the children be kept unseen. Do not let them remain invisible. Shed tears for them, weep openly. Do not let their spirits be murdered in silence. Tear down the walls and break their chains. Do not rest until this house and its jailers have been razed to the ground and turned to dust and ash.”
If you find within your heart a desire to work to free these girls, light a candle to whichever Goddess or God that you worship, and make prayers for the freedom of these children. Leave a comment below if you wish. Blessed be.
To the Survivors of Hephzibah House, may you find healing with your God or mine, may your stories be heard, may your efforts be victorious, may your lives be blessed, and may your spirits find joy and know their true worth. Your strength and your courage inspire me. Blessed be.