My devotion to the Muses of Story, Song and Dance was the defining element, helping me to ground into my body, to make sense of the world I was feeling through my senses. I considered the dance-halls of the city a tabernacle, a place of worship and wonder where I and others could explore who we were in a womb of shifting light.
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It was Terpsichore, the Muse of Dance, that first initiated me into the earth plane, helping me to ground out into the body through the…
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Calliope opened the door to the library. This was her first assignment as a young goddess of story, and she’d been given the task of…
God is Good. Offering us the opportunity to live the real version of the modern mythos. As I reflect upon the Journey Home, witnessing the…
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