"Sitting in the womb-circle, the symbol of where she came from, and where the lovers of her life have returned to replenish their spirits in the ethers of time and space is the sacred act of a mysterious woman in need of being herself within herself. The art of it, the Sacred Medicine Wheel she sat in is the story of Birth (your birth), and Life (all life), and Death from the illusions of a false sense of Eternity, and separation..." © GregoryE. Woods, Keeper of Stories October 2012
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| Annunarqi Netert |
