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Mythology {3} ~ Gods & Goddesses {3} ~ The Egyptians

1. Ra (Re)

God of the sun, order, kings and the sky; creator of the universe. One of the most popular and long-lasting Egyptian gods.

The Egyptians believed Ra sailed across the sky in a boat each day (representing sunlight) and travelled through the underworld at night (representing night). Faced a daily battle with Apep, the celestial serpent, while he was making his way through the underworld.

Ra is depicted with the body of a man, the head of a falcon and a sun-disk (with cobra) resting on his head.

Ra was later merged with several different gods, such the local Theban deity Amun. Together they created the combined deity ‘Amun-Ra’.

2. Ptah

God of craftsmen and architects (monumental and non-monumental); chief deity of the city of Memphis. Believed to have designed the shape of the Earth. Consort of Sekhmet.

3. Sekhmet

Consort of Ptah; daughter of Ra. Goddess of war and destruction, but also healing. Sekhmet is most famously depicted with leonine qualities.

4. Geb

God of the Earth; father of snakes. Husband of Nut; father of Osiris, Isis, Set, Nephthys and Horus (the elder). It was said that his laugh caused earthquakes. Together with his wife Nut, they are portrayed as encompassing earth and sky.

5. Osiris

Osiris sits on his throne in the Underworld, accompanied by his two sisters: Isis and Nephthys.

One of the oldest and most enduring of the Egyptian gods. According to the ‘Osiris myth’ he was the eldest of the 5 gods, born of Geb and Nut; initially Lord of the Earth – god of fertility and life; murdered by a resentful Set, his younger brother; temporarily resurrected by Isis, his sister-wife, to conceive Horus.

Became the Lord of the Underworld and Judge of the Dead; Father of Anubis and Horus.

6. Horus (the Younger)

God of the Sky; son of Osiris and Isis. Defeated Set, his uncle, after Osiris took his place among the dead. Restored order to the land of the living but loses his left eye in the fighting before defeating Set. After banishing his uncle, Horus became the new king of Egypt.

Horus is associated with two principal symbols: the Eye of Horus and the falcon.

The eye of Horus became a powerful symbol in ancient Egypt, representing sacrifice, healing, restoration and protection.

7. Isis

The mother of all Pharaohs; wife of Osiris; mother of Horus; daughter of Geb and Nut. Closely associated with the earlier Egyptian goddess Hathor and was considered ‘Mother of the Gods’ – selfless in providing aid to Pharaohs and the people of Egypt.

By the 1st Millennium BCE, she had become one of the most popular Egyptian goddesses and worship of her soon spread outside Egypt to Greece and Rome. Common symbols of Isis include the kite (bird), the scorpion and the empty throne.

8. Set

God of war, chaos and storms; lord of the red desert land; brother of Osiris and Isis; uncle of Horus the younger; son of Geb and Nut. Murders Osiris, his elder brother, out of resentment and jealousy, but is in turn defeated by Horus and eventually driven from the land and into the desert (other accounts say Set is killed).

Though Set remained the archetypal villain in Egyptian mythology – the antithesis of Osiris – he remained popular. He became closely-linked with the Christian Satan.

Set is often depicted with the head of an unknown animal: the Set animal.

9. Anubis

The god of embalming and of the dead; patron of lost souls; the son of Osiris and Nepthys (according to Osiris myth).

Often depicted with the body of a man and the head of a jackal, the Egyptians believed Anubis watched over the dead and the process of mummification. Replaced by Osiris as God of the Dead in early 3rd millennium BC.

10. Thoth

God of writing, magic, wisdom, science and the moon; regularly depicted in Egyptian art either in the form of a baboon or with the head of an ibis. He played a key role in advising the gods, such as Osiris when he is making his judgement on the dead.

Thoth served as the record keeper for the gods and regularly reported to Ra, the sun god; he was believed to be the inventor of the written word.

11. Sobek

God of crocodiles, wetlands and surgery; associated with fertility, but also danger. Sometimes he was shown as a large crocodile, similar to those found in the River Nile; other times he was shown with the body of a man and the head of a crocodile.

Priests of Sobek honoured the god by keeping and feeding live crocodiles within the temple. When they died, these crocodiles were mummified – just like the Pharaohs of Egypt. According to the Greek historian Herodotus, anyone killed by a crocodile in the city of ‘Crocodilopolis’ (Faiyum) were considered divine.

12. Bastet

Goddess of cats, fertility, childbirth and women’s secrets; warder away of evil spirits and misfortune from the home; feline defender of the innocent daughter of Ra.

Batet was one of the longest and most popular of Egyptian deities; Egyptians came from far and wide to the festival of Bastet at Bubastis.

Source: https://www.historyhit.com/important-gods-and-goddesses-of-ancient-egypt/

Short Stories {9} ~ Desert Rose, Ages Of Souls

Adina, a desert tribal girl, had been sent to venture out into the dunes with her friends from the local tribe confederation along with two tanned stealthy dogs {to ward off any intruders of the Deasian lands.} The group were scanning their surroundings for the Desert Rose, the first to discover the rose would find the secrets to the age of their soul, whispered to them through telepathic plant intelligence.

The group knew eachother well, there wasn’t so much competitiveness yet Adina could converse with the universe like no other in the tribal lands. Adina was born with a scared gift, she could commune with nature and the mother Gaia. Adini silently walked along the dusty dunes feeling the energy of the desert rose. This taurus astrological girl was well read and had been homeschooled by her parents teaching her the ways of the land. Her mother, who she was very close to, had given her pieces of information before she left on the quest to find the answer to her soul age. In the back of her mind her mother’s voice echoed Adenium obesum is a poisonous species of flowering plant belonging to tribe Nerieae of subfamily Apocynoideae of the dogbane family, Apocynaceae, that is native to the Sahel regions, south of the Sahara, and tropical and subtropical eastern and southern Africa and Arabia. Remember you are an old soul, you know how to feel your way. The Desert Rose plant spirit will appear to the ones who psychically feel their way to her.”

The group split into pairs and would meet by the only green oasis in the desert once the answer had been found.

Adini walked along with Jamal, a boy she was very fond of and would talk to him on a regular basis. Although their relationship had become strained through long distances of family migration, they were united again.

“Jamal,” Adini gently spoke as they walk side by side, sweat dripping from their clothes. “Have some water, here.” Adini took out a bottle of water from her satchel which Jamal gulped down eagerly. “They say life is a “journey,” a “school” and is here to teach us “important lessons.” But why?” asked Adini to Jamal. Jamal shrugged his shoulders and looked on into the endless horizon of sand; he wasn’t interested, he was too hot to talk.

“Have you ever considered the possibility that the lessons we learn and wisdom we accumulate in this life, extends into other lives? Is it perhaps possible that our life is not the only journey of experience, advancement and maturing – but the whole of conscious existence is?” Adini mused navigating her way, feeling the pull of the Desert Rose spirit.

“Adini, I’m going to wait here by this tree, I believe in you. You will find it, you have the capabilities and faculties of the mind to,” Jamal said gasping for breath, steading himself against the tree. “Jamal, I promise you I will find it and bring back answers, I can feel her pull. I will see you here, if you do not see me within the next hour send the dogs,” shouted Adini as she ran towards her calling, “Stay here.”

Adini ventured far out, hearing the Desert Rose’s calls. At first she thought she had found the rose, but it was not, a pink, similar-looking flower had been poking out from a bank. “Adini,” whispered the Desert Rose inside Adini’s consciousness. Adini could feel herself getting warmer, closer towards her goal. The desert rose sat solitary behind a dune. Adini sat next to the plant and telepathically received information.

“According to the Soul Age theory from the Pleadians, man doesn’t have simply one shot at living and learning. He has multiple lifetimes in which to grow, learn and mature. Soul Ages are based on the different levels of advancement a soul obtains throughout its reincarnational journey. As a person progresses through the hierarchy, paying off karma as he or she advances, it is said that he or she is free to return to universal and infinite consciousness at the end, achieving final liberation. Some call this the state of “nirvana”, others “heaven” and others “paradise,” said the Desert Rose whilst Adini lay in a trance on the little grass she could find to rest her head on.

Adini had found her answer, she could bring back the knowledge to the group and tell her mother how true she was to always have believed in her extrasensory gifts.

Life is not always about what age you are in human terms, what of soul age? Once we see past the labels, concepts and numbers of human life, we can get in touch with the true nature of the soul essence the person is expressing. Soul age is a progression of stages of learning in the Spirit World. Adini was an old soul, from a planet in the Pleiades star cluster, sent for her mission to live a human life, on the outside portrayed as young, inside a wise old soul destined for greatness and beauty.

~DiosRaw, 15/04/21

Inspired by a girl I once knew who is a beautiful, endearing and creative soul.

Mythology {2} ~ Creation Stories {8} ~ The Christian

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.2 Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning–the first day.

6 And God said, “Let there be an expanse between the waters to separate water from water.” 7 So God made the expanse and separated the water under the expanse from the water above it. And it was so. 8 God called the expanse “sky.” And there was evening, and there was morning–the second day.

9 And God said, “Let the water under the sky be gathered to one place, and let dry ground appear.” And it was so. 10 God called the dry ground “land,” and the gathered waters he called “seas.” And God saw that it was good.

11 Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so. 12 The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kinds and trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good. 13 And there was evening, and there was morning–the third day.

14 And God said, “Let there be lights in the expanse of the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them serve as signs to mark seasons and days and years, 15 and let them be lights in the expanse of the sky to give light on the earth.” And it was so. 16 God made two great lights–the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night. He also made the stars. 17 God set them in the expanse of the sky to give light on the earth, 18 to govern the day and the night, and to separate light from darkness. And God saw that it was good. 19 And there was evening, and there was morning–the fourth day.

20 And God said, “Let the water teem with living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the expanse of the sky.” 21 So God created the great creatures of the sea and every living and moving thing with which the water teems, according to their kinds, and every winged bird according to its kind. And God saw that it was good. 22 God blessed them and said, “Be fruitful and increase in number and fill the water in the seas, and let the birds increase on the earth.” 23 And there was evening, and there was morning–the fifth day.

24 And God said, “Let the land produce living creatures according to their kinds: livestock, creatures that move along the ground, and wild animals, each according to its kind.” And it was so. 25 God made the wild animals according to their kinds, the livestock according to their kinds, and all the creatures that move along the ground according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good.

26 Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, in our likeness, and let them rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock, over all the earth, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.”

27 So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. 28 God blessed them and said to them, “Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air and over every living creature that moves on the ground.”

29 Then God said, “I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food. 30 And to all the beasts of the earth and all the birds of the air and all the creatures that move on the ground–everything that has the breath of life in it–I give every green plant for food.” And it was so.

31 God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning–the sixth day.

Source: http://dept.cs.williams.edu/~lindsey/myths/myths_15.html

Short Stories {8} ~ Jacob’s Hero’s Journey, Native American Nahajo Plains

Jacob, a young Nahajo Native American boy, sat amongst his tribal family within the community tepee. Jacob was a naturally happy child, yet was eager to discover through his curiosity the wonders of the world. He watched as the family gathered around the fire, warming the morning brisk air, gently rubbing their hands together.

Yaho, Jacob’s father, knew that strong connections between the members of the tribe were of upmost importance to develop. To build a strong group Spirit he knew Jacob had to find out what the meaning of friendship was for him to flourish in this lifetime. Yaho gazed into the embers of the fire seemingly in a trance communion with Bobo, Eagle Spirit, his main instructor from the other world. This morning, Bobo would take Jacob on a journey he would never forget.

Yaho rose from his seat, “Jacob come, we must talk.” Jacob felt reluctant to go, he was in an argument within his mind about a close friendship that was turning sour very recently, he went over to his father and sat cross legged in front of Yaho. “After yesterday my son you need to learn through your initiations how to be a hero and resolve friendship conflicts. My dear boy, you cannot fight like this, Erincho took your dream catcher then in return you too his. This behaviour is childish, a wrong and wrong does not make a right. Today, when you walk into the plains to play I want you to follow Bobo.” Jacob was rolling his eyes whist his father was speaking yet knew he had to follow his command. “I shall father,” uttered Jacob embarrassed.

Jacob got up and ran out of the tepee, he could see Erincho and his mother washing clothes, but what really caught his eye was a massive beautiful eagle, flying high, disappearing then reappearing behind the mist of low clouds. Bobo, Eagle Spirit, was his father’s spirit guide coming to land. Bobo puffed his chest out and urged Jacob to climb on his back. Jacob was excited to be upon his father’s Eagle once again. Bobo took off swiftly and flew low over the grassy plains where the buffalos were grasing.

“Jacob, you need to find your talents and channel them in the right way dear boy,” spoke Bobo. “Listen to me and you shall live an honorable life.” Jacob felt warm and cosy, safe on the back of this magnificent creature. Jacob took in his surroundings; the mountains, dusty plains and the village of Nahajo in the distance.

“Spiritual friends walk alongside each other on connected paths, friendships are often based on similarities and mutual interests. That means we share values, are at similar stages of development and each has about the same level of knowledge and experience around our mutual areas of interest,” Bobo whispered between the thin wisps of cloud with a translucency. “The soul of friendship is located in honesty, respect, sharing, and loyalty. The making and the keeping of friends over the long haul of a lifetime is a spiritual practice requiring large reserves.”

Jacob sat patiently listening to Bobo’s words. “I was silly to fight back at my best friend Erincho,” Jacob shook his head. “As soon as I return home I will put things in order.” “Your role in a spiritual friendship may shift back and forth from student to teacher to student to teacher, teach Enricho the way and he will follow,” responded Bobo.

Cruising through the sky Bobo spoke more words of wisdom. “In a spiritual friendship, we have shifting roles. Sometimes you are the teacher who deepens our mutual journey with your insights and observations. Sometimes you are the student who asks questions that make both of us stop and think. And we’re always partners on a journey, walking steadily beside each other, shining our lights on the unfolding path before us and walking alongside each other in illumined service.”

Bobo felt he had said enough for Jacob to spend the rest of his day reflecting on what his father’s friendly eagle spirit guide had said. Bobo gracefully landed by the stream bordering the tribes village, yet a snake emerged rearing it’s head. With an alarming hissing in the background, Bobo said “Tell him the secret pass code.” “What is that?” muttered Jacob. “Hint, what did your mother teach you, what is the answer of life?” Immediately Jacob couldn’t contain himself, “Love,” Jacob replied. He jumped off Bobo’s soft feathers, thanked him for his ever giving wisdom and raced down the track leading to Enricho’s tepee.

“Enricho, Enricho,” shouted Jacob loudly outside the tepee. “Jacob?” gasped Enricho. “Here is your dreamcatcher, I am sorry for retaliating, that was not the way. We learn from each other. We teach each other. We challenge each other. We encourage each other. This is the way,” explained Jacob. “Yes, you are right my friend, here is your dreamcatcher, may you have sweet dreams and sleep well tonight.” Both boys hugged and their friendship was reunited.

“At some point, our paths may separate. We usually walk alongside a spiritual friend for only a portion of our journey, taking from the experience what we need to deepen and expand our own journey and give what we’re destined to give to the other person. The length of our journey together may vary from long to short, even a momentary connection, but the impact will be profound and long-lasting,” said Jacob as he left smiling at Enricho. Both boys felt warm in their heart, both had learnt their lessons and knew what true friendship was, much more initiations lay ahead of them. Life is the teacher, Jacob is the student.

What is the Hero’s Journey? The Hero’s Journey, or the monomyth, is a common story structure shared by cultures worldwide, in which a character ventures into unknown territory to retrieve something they need. Facing conflict and adversity, the hero ultimately triumphs before returning home, transformed.

Be the hero of your own story. Jacob is a hero.

~DiosRaw 10/04/21

~Written for you little Jacob, I love you.~

Mythology {2} ~ Creation Stories {6} – The Mayan

The Popol Vuh, or Popol Wuj in the K’iche’ language, is the story of creation of the Maya. Members of the royal K’iche’ lineages that had once ruled the highlands of Guatemala recorded the story in the 16th century to preserve it under the Spanish colonial rule. The Popol Vuh, meaning “Book of the Community,” narrates the Maya creation account, the tales of the Hero Twins, and the K’iche’ genealogies and land rights. In this story, the Creators, Heart of Sky and six other deities including the Feathered Serpent, wanted to create human beings with hearts and minds who could “keep the days.” But their first attempts failed. When these deities finally created humans out of yellow and white corn who could talk, they were satisfied. In another epic cycle of the story, the Death Lords of the Underworld summon the Hero Twins to play a momentous ball game where the Twins defeat their opponents. The Twins rose into the heavens, and became the Sun and the Moon. Through their actions, the Hero Twins prepared the way for the planting of corn, for human beings to live on Earth, and for the Fourth Creation of the Maya.

Mythology {2} ~ Creation Stories {5} ~ Australian Aborigine

There was a time when everything was still. All the spirits of the earth were asleep – or almost all. The great Father of All Spirits was the only one awake. Gently he awoke the Sun Mother. As she opened her eyes a warm ray of light spread out towards the sleeping earth. The Father of All Spirits said to the Sun Mother, “Mother, I have work for you. Go down to the Earth and awake the sleeping spirits. Give them forms.”

The Sun Mother glided down to Earth, which was bare at the time and began to walk in all directions and everywhere she walked plants grew. After returning to the field where she had begun her work the Mother rested, well pleased with herself. The Father of All Spirits came and saw her work, but instructed her to go into the caves and wake the spirits.

This time she ventured into the dark caves on the mountainsides. The bright light that radiated from her awoke the spirits and after she left insects of all kinds flew out of the caves. The Sun Mother sat down and watched the glorious sight of her insects mingling with her flowers. However once again the Father urged her on.

The Mother ventured into a very deep cave, spreading her light around her. Her heat melted the ice and the rivers and streams of the world were created. Then she created fish and small snakes, lizards and frogs. Next she awoke the spirits of the birds and animals and they burst into the sunshine in a glorious array of colors. Seeing this the Father of All Spirits was pleased with the Sun Mother’s work.

She called all her creatures to her and instructed them to enjoy the wealth of the earth and to live peacefully with one another. Then she rose into the sky and became the sun.

The living creatures watched the Sun in awe as she crept across the sky, towards the west. However when she finally sunk beneath the horizon they were panic-stricken, thinking she had deserted them. All night they stood frozen in their places, thinking that the end of time had come. After what seemed to them like a lifetime the Sun Mother peeked her head above the horizon in the East. The earth’s children learned to expect her coming and going and were no longer afraid.

At first the children lived together peacefully, but eventually envy crept into their hearts. They began to argue. The Sun Mother was forced to come down from her home in the sky to mediate their bickering. She gave each creature the power to change their form to whatever they chose. However she was not pleased with the end result. The rats she had made had changed into bats; there were giant lizards and fish with blue tongues and feet. However the oddest of the new animals was an animal with a bill like a duck, teeth for chewing, a tail like a beavers and the ability to lay egg. It was called the platypus.

The Sun Mother looked down upon the Earth and thought to herself that she must create new creatures less the Father of All Spirits be angered by what she now saw. She gave birth to two children. The god was the Morning Star and the goddess was the moon. Two children were born to them and these she sent to Earth. They became our ancestors. She made them superior to the animals because they had part of her mind and would never want to change their shape.

Source: http://dept.cs.williams.edu/~lindsey/myths/myths_13.html

Short Stories {7} ~ Ego Delusions Amongst The Dogon

Amonst the elders of the Dogon Tribe in Central Africa a flurry of discussion was held by the Adrinki Tree, the main point of conversation within the community. The Dogon (or Kaador, Kaado) are an ethnic group indigenous to the central plateau region of Mali, in West Africa, south of the Niger bend, near the city of Bandiagara, and in Burkina Faso. The population numbers between 400,000 and 800,000.

Boko was watching from a distance within his hut whilst his mother was preparing his morning meal of goat’s milk and beans. Arrogantly he shouted, “Mother, when is it ready? I have to go and play with Hurani by the Adrinki tree soon once our elders have left this morning’s meeting.” “Boko, watch your manners, what have we taught you? Lord have mercy on us,” softly uttered Boko’s mother hurrying to finish her task. “Mother, you must make me this meal, I have to go, you know what, I will go hungry, since you cannot play the role you are supposed to,” Boko replied angrily. Boko ran out of the hut with his eyes still fixated on the elders by the tree. Boko’s mother tutted and mumbled words under her breathe.

Tribal elder’s noticed Boko run through the newly planted flowers without a care, he was to focus on this morning’s talks. “Boko, come,” a wise elder voice sounded. Boko stopped in his tracks and turned around sheepishly knowing what he had done.

“Boko today you will go with Narabi into the desert, you will find what you need there,” spoke the main elder. “Ok, but I was-” Boko churped. “You will go with Narabi,” the elder said sternly. “Yes, I will go,” mumbled Boko hesitating. Boko was itching to play with his friend and had no regard for finding what he needed, he knew everything he needed to know and that was that.

The hot desert sun made Boko’s forehead drip sweat onto his cloth dressing whilst flies bothered him, swatting his hand back and forth above his head.

“Ego is a formation of our identity crafted through our life experiences, the name we are given, the things we have been told about ourselves and who we believe we are. The God within us is who we truly are, the ego allows us separation to experience this incarnation and with a healthy ego, knowing who we truly are, we can flourish,” Narabi spoke whilst walking to collect water from the water hole nearby the village, they had followed a track into a clearing. Elephants, zebras and eagles went about their dharma seeking out nourishment from the heaven in the desert. Boko contemplated Narabi’s words, chewing his bottom lip.

“So, what I have created is not real?” shrieked Boko. “Yes and no, you see the ego is our sense of self; it is the illusory “I” story we carry around in the world as an evolutionary survival mechanism. Yet the ego is the source of all our suffering and our feeling of being separated from that which we truly are which is boundless, whole, and infinite. We might call this Spirit, God/dess, Life, Oneness, Consciousness, and so on,” replied Narabi twisting her braids observing and collecting water in vases for that night’s ceremony which Boko had yet to discover.

“So the more ego-based we are, the further we are from the Light of Consciousness which goes beyond the self? And if residing in the ego equals a disconnection from the Divine, living from a place of ego-centric God Complex goes one step further: it is like living in total darkness – the very definition of hell?” questioned Boko patiently awaiting a reply. “Father, was right Narabi, I have been silly and childish in my ways.”

“When a person is living in hell, they will harm others. This is basic knowledge that even a child like you can understand. When there is a total absence of light, there is only darkness – and how can a person see clearly, feel clearly, think clearly, or behave clearly in such a state? The result is suffering, both for the one experiencing the God Complex and those unfortunate souls around him or her in the village,” reasoned Narabi with her strong and wise words, an elder female within the Dogon tribe who Boko took seriously as she was the mother of wisdom, the nickname the tribe had given her affectionately.

Boko excused himself, thanked Narabi for her help in understanding the ego and ran through the village back to his hut and squeezed his mother tightly and didn’t let go. “Boko, what has come over you today? Are you ill?” Boko’s mother spoke. “Mother, I love you and apologise for all my wrongdoings, I have learnt, I am not my ego, I am the divine encapsulated within this body. Mother, I found something today and that is my true self,” whispered Boko still clinging to his mother. “You know Boko, you know,” smiled his mother with joy.

That night, under moon-lit savannah, the Dogon tribe initiated Boko under the Adrinki tree into the ascended ones and began Boko’s journey on the path of love, truth, knowledge and wisdom. For one day, Boko would be teaching another version of himself in another under the very same tree.

The divine disguises itself in us all, clothed in many dresses, yet the ego is naked, the true seat of self is the all, the fraction of the fractal within us all.

~DiosRaw 06/04/21

Short Stories {6} ~ A Prostitute Walks Alone At Night, Authentic Love In Bavaria

Young prostitute Maria walked along her usual path in the dark waiting for truckers who stopped overnight by the highway in the underpasses of Bavaria. Sex was all she knew how to do well, the kind of mind numbing sex, empty and void of true love. Stumbling, slightly delirious from all the drugs she had taken that night in a techno club where she worked night after night racking in the cash she desperately needed to keep afloat, to pay her rent, to feed her drug habit; Maria spotted a trucker in the distance.

The trucker’s lights turned off, pitch darkness surrounded Maria, her shiny belt holding up her short skirt glistened, reflecting the one street lamp a long way down the desolate highway.

“Hey baby, wanna have some fun, I’m Maria hunny?” Maria giggled leaning over the tracker’s door. “I will make your night’s stay here worth it.” Maria bit her lip seductively, she had done this routine before as the light’s inside the vehicle lit up.

Little did Maria know, this trucker was not the usual type she fornicated with each night in the early hours, she was too intoxicated to see clearly. “Prostitution and drugs, numbing the pain, huh?” Said a wise husky male voice. Maria stumbled on the sidewalk curb and fell backwards hiting her head, knocking herself unconscious, unaware of all happenings around her.

“Hello Maria, I’m Phillipe,” soothed a wise elder man working in a community in the forests of East Bavaria. “Maria, you’ve been unconscious for three weeks, you fell on the highway curb and hit your head. Here, we have been doing healing on you, we have shamans here, healers. I know you have heard of us.

Maria gasped, not only at her embarrassment of her situation, but she remembered this man who she tried to entice. She could not speak, she was utterly confused.

“Maria, shamans here have cleaned up your aura and your addictions, they have worked closely with their spirit allies to cleanse your soul,” explained Phillipe. “You are clean Maria, not only of the drugs you were using, not only of the sex addiction due to your severe trauma and abuse when young, you are also in a safe environment now. Here, where we are, is a community of good people living in the wild living a natural and pure life. True love is not looking for God within men or drugs, it is when you have found yourself, when you are whole and two souls come together.”

Maria understood all Phillipe was conversing to her, she had spiritual awareness from a young age, not only did she see ghosts but she could also forecast the future, claircognizance. “I understand, yet I cannot quite digest all this, it is too much. I don’t have anyone, I have no possessions or life and here I have come to a place I have seen in my dreams all my life. Am I dreaming?” Maria pinched herself and felt the burn within her skin. “Thank you.. Just thank you.. I.. I.. Wow, I have never felt so good.”

“What is true love?” asked Phillipe to Maria bluntly. “I have not experienced this,” retorted Maria.

“Love, true love, is when two are whole. Spiritual love is a love rooted in a spiritual connection that helps us find meaning and purpose in our lives. These spiritual loves can serve different purposes: some are meant to walk with us through life, while others are meant to teach us lessons. True love is ultimately single hearted devotion to God and having unflinching trust in this cosmic intelligence. The trust must be so strong that no one and no circumstances (no matter how much debilitating or lucrative) can sway you away from this. To love a person unconditionally is key here, often said yet a different pill to swallow,” Phillipe said clearly taking a moments breathe.

Maria could not resist her impulses, she looked deep into Phillipe’s eyes, intuitively she recognised his doors to the soul from a past life.

Maria spent months working with shamans to learn how to use her natural abilities to heal and went on to become a medicine woman who attended to people coming from far and wide to bathe in her newfound light and auric glow.

Tantric love making in the camp occurred night and day between Maria and Phillpe in the months ahead of them, falling in love with each other’s soul. They both had not ever felt such a magnetic pull between them. Although Phillipe was much older and wiser, he could not resist Maria. Soul age not human age formed their relationship. Maria learnt what true love was and Phillipe enjoyed Maria’s sexual talents in their hut by the lake, love making was never boring to them both. Maria and Phillipe could express their true sexual nature’s with eachother. Maria bore two children and forever was entranced by Phillipe’s kindness and life saving gift, now free of her past karmic lessons through her purgatory initiation.

Real love is a soul connection, two people who love themselves, joining and merging to become one with the divine.

~DiosRaw 05/04/21

Mythology {2} ~ Creation Stories {4} ~ The Iroquois, Native American

Long before the world was created there was an island, floating in the sky, upon which the Sky People lived. They lived quietly and happily. No one ever died or was born or experienced sadness. However one day one of the Sky Women realized she was going to give birth to twins. She told her husband, who flew into a rage. In the center of the island there was a tree which gave light to the entire island since the sun hadn’t been created yet. He tore up this tree, creating a huge hole in the middle of the island. Curiously, the woman peered into the hole. Far below she could see the waters that covered the earth. At that moment her husband pushed her. She fell through the hole, tumbling towards the waters below.

Water animals already existed on the earth, so far below the floating island two birds saw the Sky Woman fall. Just before she reached the waters they caught her on their backs and brought her to the other animals. Determined to help the woman they dove into the water to get mud from the bottom of the seas. One after another the animals tried and failed. Finally, Little Toad tried and when he reappeared his mouth was full of mud. The animals took it and spread it on the back of Big Turtle. The mud began to grow and grow and grow until it became the size of North America.

Then the woman stepped onto the land. She sprinkled dust into the air and created stars. Then she created the moon and sun.

The Sky Woman gave birth to twin sons. She named one Sapling. He grew to be kind and gentle. She named the other Flint and his heart was as cold as his name. They grew quickly and began filling the earth with their creations.

Sapling created what is good. He made animals that are useful to humans. He made rivers that went two ways and into these he put fish without bones. He made plants that people could eat easily. If he was able to do all the work himself there would be no suffering.

Flint destroyed much of Sapling’s work and created all that is bad. He made the rivers flow only in one direction. He put bones in fish and thorns on berry bushes. He created winter, but Sapling gave it life so that it could move to give way to Spring. He created monsters which his brother drove beneath the Earth.

Eventually Sapling and Flint decided to fight till one conquered the other. Neither was able to win at first, but finally Flint was beaten. Because he was a god Flint could not die, so he was forced to live on Big Turtle’s back. Occasionally his anger is felt in the form of a volcano.

The Iroquois people hold a great respect for all animals. This is mirrored in their creation myth by the role the animals play. Without the animals’ help the Sky Woman may have sunk to the bottom of the sea and earth may not have been created.