She came up through the shadow realms behind her and all around her, there where we often still reside. She has faced darkness; it has not broken her but has made her see. Her face and halo, testifying to a rounded and transcendent form of understanding, are flanked by eyes and spheres in a tier like fashion that suggest the many different dimension and stages of consciousness that she has integrated. Her path may have been a solo endeavour, but she is fully connected, first and foremost with her own essence. Now she is indominable. She is a knowing gate keeper of the mysteries of the life process, guided by butterflies that further symbolize the immense potential for metamorphosis that lies just within, naturally. She is not merely an anima, shakti, kali, or whatever preferred esoteric designation. She is naked from any technique, method or institution other than just naturally being a woman daring to assert her full might. She is a light of consciousness that with her mere presence demands more harmonious ways of being. To honour such a presence is to honour yourself. Emulating her we do not drown into her, just as she is no longer drowning in anything but her own fierce truths.
