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.
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.
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