This blog is over, but as the year is also almost over, it's fitting that both the blog and the year leave together.
This has been a December of blessings and endings. A December of soul retrieval, Twin Flame Union, and heartbreaking endings.
I have come to a deeper understanding than ever before of what I spoke about here. That is, I now experientially understand that the Divine Feminine's path of soul retrieval looks like every Shakti Peetha in India (including the lands colonized by Islam - those lands are still India) uniting together, connecting back Sati's dismembered body parts.
The Shakti Peethas (and other Temples and Gurudwaras in fact, not just Shakti Peethas) have been uniting inside my body.
The river Goddesses of India (including Mother Sindhu, aka the Indus River) and the mountain and forest Gods and Goddesses of India have been uniting inside my body.
Restoring me from soul-rape. Restoring my Twin Flame back to me.
(Interestingly, I hosted the first ever Twin Flames workshop held in India - this was many years ago - yet the ley lines of India had not yet cleared, healed and aligned to support Twin Flame Union. That is changing now.)
I know now, in an experiential, direct way, that India is always India and India is my soul. Sindh, united Punjab, united Bengal, united Kashmir, the Khyber, and from Gandhara to Sri Lanka...the Gods of this land are united as one Soul in ways that cannot be explained logically.
It is an experiential realization. A direct experience of curse-breaking. A terrifying, paradoxical, inexplicable blessing.
It also comes with the death of a long illusion, the deaths of everyone who was born out of the illusion and the deaths of all who continually maintains the illusion. The Golden Age is born out of many, many deaths.
And out of respect for Death and Her cremation ground, out of respect for the horrifying yet restorative rasa of bittersweetness, I withdraw.