"The first step in the limitation of the status of women was to take over from them the monopoly of the religious function" (Merlin Stone) I was there in the Ancient Times. Inanna Ishtar Elat Isis Baalat Ashtoreth Were my names. Queen of Heaven Mistress of Kingship Mother-of-All. I walked the Earth Thousands of winters… Continue reading I was there
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Moon
The Moon is still there, shining over the burning lights of the city nights; whispering Her words of wisdom into the ears of Woman; chanting the stories of the ancient times through the blood. The Moon is still there for those who will listen to her voice over the incessant chatting of the world. ©SimoArian
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Vanished
Here she comes, Among the trees, A younger me Like a ghost of the time past. "Who are you, Evanescent being?". " I am me And I am you. I am the one Who vanished in the womb And became your other you". ©SimoArian
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Wise Age
As you grow up and journey through the stages of womanhood, you get to your Wise Age. The things you cherished, and the unforgettable moments suddenly become unimportant. The incessant chatting of the world is not interesting anymore. You don't need to fix in the box. Anymore. The Circle, the Spiral and the Labyrinth are… Continue reading Wise Age
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Slaves
Slaves. Property. Goods. Brood cows. That's what we have always been under the name of patriarchy. Soulless. Inferior. Evil. Dirty. A being needed only for pleasure and reproduction. Tortured. Blamed. Shamed. Raped. A destiny of pain, exploitation and tears. An imprinting hard to get rid of. We are still slaves under our false freedom. Our… Continue reading Slaves
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Young Child
Let the young child in you speak to your adult self. Listen to her tales, her dreams, her fears. Let her feel loved and part of your life. Play with her daily in a field of poppies and sunflowers. ©ArianSimo
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Tree of Life
We are all born in blood. Coiled like snakes around the roots of a red tree. Nourished by its red juice. Sheltered by its crimson branches to which we eternally long to return. ©SimoArian
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Storytelling
Stories weave the fabric of our reality. Words sculpt the shapes of our beliefs. Songs build the roads to freedom. Poetry breaks the chains of ignorance. Stories are made of countless lies and truths. ©SimoArian
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Darkness
Don't be afraid of entering the Darkness. There Rage, Sorrow, Hate and Wrath create the sloppy ground for the seeds of Transformation to be born. Darkness. Time to feel the Power, the vibrant, mysterious Force of the Earth. ©ArianSimo
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Water Dance
Watch the water dance. Empires raising and dying at the rhythm of the waves. Spirits emerging from volcanoes of foam. There! Dragons flying over oceans of lava, fishing sparkling crystals that float on the surface. Emeralds and diamonds, amethysts and garnets, all to be added to the secret treasures of the caves. (©SimoArian)
