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© Sharon Brodbeck Into The Mystic Prose & Photo Collaboration w/ A. Sahaj- 01.31.23

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Do not Linger in your sufferings

for in the doing of

you would deny this World

A much needed Grace.

~~~~~~

S. Brodbeck

Into the Mystic

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~Dark Moon Reflection and Release

How do I want to be known?

Have I aborted all soon-to-be Ghosts of the Age that Fades that I might be a purer Vessel for a Truer Creation than the one that has forced us to our knees, literally and metaphoric? 

I returned to The House That Built Me and I have PRAYed with Kesha as the sorrows, rage and unRealized expectations of my lineage tore through me as I opened the door for Healing for I, and the many I’s before me, who once participated in the wounding of others, as well as ourselves, before we did see and understand a Truer Light. 

A Grace of Forgiveness bestowed upon me for my own shortcomings now confessed, a Whisper in my Heart urged, Let it Flow, Let it Flow; Let the everlasting Well of No Wrongs only Rights find it’s way to those whom I, and my lineage of I’s, held in accountability for once thought Wrongs.  

New Ways, New Means, I peeked!; it’s going to be ok, new terminology arrives to understand our Selves, and Others, in not only a kinder way, but a Sex-ier way too! X-citing (though likely not what you are thinking dear!) just wait, you’ll SEE, it’s Novel and beckoned back to meet us, from a “Forward” facing time; almost here almost here, our awaited Renaissance=far less Fear. 

Felt the Fear and was Bold anyway; dropped the last vestiges of that which has concealed ME, from You, and Me too! 

Am Defiant in My Truth, when first Naked I held my breath, awaiting the critique of my True Form displayed before You, before He, before I. And then I realized, it mattered not, for I AM, I AM! well yes of course! and approval is already Mine, I just needed to step up, claim it and Call it DONE!  

I AM enough. I am no longer in Love with another; I AM LOVE with an Other and the Last is nothing like the First and is the every Thing we ever held close to our Hearts, so close, we had forgotten it was still held there. 

Celebrate! A New Moon approaches, and wow, get ready for the Bold One’s, the Creatives!. whom are standing proudly and assuredly in their Nakedness of Truth and have heard the Call, we Gather with haste, no waste!; busy Bee’s too Big for any catching Jars we Are, and we are Hive, One, but no way are we fucking the same.

 We are BOLD in Our Colors and Flavors and we care not for the Approval of those whom would Judge us for our Courage to Stand, as we ARE, Naked in Defiance and oh-so-over-ready to Light a Fire of radical new understandings and definitions as we Re-Imagine our Collective Worlds. 

I know how I want to be known and all soon-to-be Ghosts have been blessed and ushered into Light and I have claimed full ownership of my dark, empowered womb. I choose what I Birth and the one’s with withering Seeds attempting to inseminate any of their old hat song and dance within me, and YOU, will find Kali Maa awaiting and she does not take names my friend. 

Love, always Love, Love Soft, Love Hard~ Rage in Your Love; it is Uncontainable it is the True Power!,

and the one’s that mistake their aggressions for power, yeah, we’re done with that. 

I Am Ready.

You? 

Sharon Brodbeck 1/20/23

Into The Mystic

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I AM Love

with an Other

having previously risen

to invitation upon

a Path of destination

one not of easy traverse.

Yet arrived

I one morning did

to find at Love’s Door

an Other I

whom too once had

risen to like invitation.

Acceptance by He

of I,

and I of He

alit a ferocious Fire

that laid to waste

last vestige of resistance

to surrendered acceptance

of a bestowing of Grace.

This Love,

that I AM

with an Other

is not a passive Love

though She be gentle

nor is She a forcible Love

but an ever-long

Invitation.

She speaks of

no confinements

nor definitions

nor denials

a Sonnet of Inclusion

flows from her Lips

and through

mine Heart.

This Love,

She tutors

is the Love without beginning

and without demise

to be shared Freely

in all Expressions

with any whom

rise to Invitation,

Evermore.

Sharon Brodbeck 01/19/23

Into The Mystic

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Are we yet impregnated,

by the soon-to-be Ghosts,

of a Fading Age?

Inseminated even now

with the unmet dreams

and impossible to bear expectations

of a minority frenzy

still unaccepting

of the Common need

to bring forth from our Womb

a power Truer

than the one of Era previous.

Can we rid ourselves

of the antiquated notions

that have fueled everlasting wars

as an endless attempt

by those fearful of the

Truer Power

to retain the last gasp

of a false hierarchy structure

whose withering seeds

prove inability to father

further violence and mayhem

through those whom have boldly

reclaimed their wombs.

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