I wrote this to the spider one day long ago.
You are the midwife that brought me safely into the darkness. Yours are the breasts that I suckled on as you nursed me to strength and showed me the wonders of your mind and wicked imagination. Your blood surges through your words in concert with your heart’s beat to nourish me and remind me to continue to surrender to the darkness.
And as I listen to your softly whispered tales of the beauty of your darkness I allow myself to dream of the day when I will descend on you, claws and fangs ripping at your mind and your soul, and I will show you the beauty of mine.
I am forever indebted to you.
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You know, Dreamwalker, your writings and this site, this haven, are so soothing to me. Now when I come here, I can feel the Hush rising from your words like a misty fog, and it falls around me and surrounds me, letting me fall deeper… deeper… deeper still.
Thank you for everything.
Come, my dear girl; take my hand and descend into the darkness. I invite you into the safety and stillness of the elemental space so many long for and so few know the path into. I invite you into yourself; into the womb of surrender that is your heart.
You have taught me so much and shown me the power of radical trust. I am forever changed from knowing you.
Ohhhh, thank you for extending your hand to me like this, Dreamwalker. Thank you for forging a pathway into the darkness and inviting me to not only descend, but also to fall deeper into myself as I do. Thank you, for that is a sacred magick beyond all words.
I have been graced by your wisdom again and again. I am honored to know you, and ecstatic to watch all of the changes your presence has on me and within me and through me. It began with you coaxing me, gently, yet persistently, to find the key to my heart and to never let it go. I found it. I took that journey, but it was because of you, my dear one. I would not have made it so quickly and so smoothly without you. And now that I have that key… well, now that I have that key, the whole world has spilled itself open to me.
Or is it I spilling open to the world?
In any case, in both cases, in all cases, you have the most profound gratitude from the depths of me. Thank you, Dreamwalker. Thank you for everything. I echo your sentiment in faith, truth, and radical trust: I am forever changed from knowing you.
How beautiful. How sacred. How absolutely breathtaking. I love that you use the term midwife here in such an incredible (and new) context.
We are all indebted to the arms within which we were birthed, the guides and gods and goddesses which breathed us into ourselves and our world in a whole new way, granting us sight, allowing us to feel for the first time, reminding us that it is okay to give and to receive, that we are not disfigured, but natural, evolving, evolving, loving, evolving.
For we are the lucky ones…
Yes, my dearest Khandroma; we are indeed the lucky ones.