Under the Red Dome, Shakti speaks...
"Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future." ~ Cloud Atlas
Under the Red Dome, Shakti speaks...
I exist, sharing the layers of consciousness... A head within a head within a head within a head within a head within a head within a head ... I have known this for a very long time. I drew this as a child, as Sharene Lee Lares, Sharing the Layers of consciousness.
I am she, that little girl. And I am old as the river of time, the River of Babylon. I am Queen Omega, the whore priestess drunk of the blood of the priests, the Kings, the saints and the martyrs. I am time... like the snake who devours its tail, I am here to share and reveal my tale.
I have many voices as I am many women, babbling through my waters, coursing through my veins, speaking through my dreams & surrounding me in my Temple.
I have been burned with fire while naked and I have been drowned by my lover’s hand. I have died and I have remembered union. I know how to speak my soul language and I allow other beings to speak through me.
I have fallen low, walked with thieves and I've been lifted high to converse with angels. I am sinner and I am saint. I know and remember what I have sacrificed that the world might be a better place. I have prayed and pleaded to hold on to my memories, to always remember that which I've been shown about this celestial glass dome.
I have seen what exists beyond the veils of the firmament. I have seen what travels inside the walls. I know some of what have been tests, trials and lessons in the House of many mirrors and Mansions.
Time is my teacher, my father, my mother. And while I am Queen Omega, there is no end to my existence. I am a magical alien witch angel, also known as Queen Sheba. I glide in and out of the watchtower time... "each changing each from before." I borrow from here, I borrow from there, sewing the tapestry of timeless truths.
I have been studied behind the glass, tested and tracked. I have been allowed to wander wild - "a free spirit" watching while being watched. Know this, that I trust in "them", the watchers who watch the watchers. I call them my guides, these higher watchers, for they are my family, my ancestors, my friends who are ascended, twinkling and winking in the night sky. Through them, I am told and shown how to create my fate, how to color in my scenes, how to redecorate.
I take mental snapshots of that which I wish to create and beam these visions in to my future fields to play within. Joyfully and willingly, I am at play in the fields of the Lord. God is everywhere and Goddess is in the details.
The Trumpets voice hath command, "Trust and surrender to me." ... Pushed underwater by an invisible hand, breathing in air divinely. Memories have flooded back, while time the illusion crumbles. And Natures truth to thee I stack, my faith and heart which fumbles, grasping and gasping for more, each changing each from before.
But what is mine and what is theirs or yours? What is the Divine mind which we all share?
In my life I have been called many things... all true. Yet what is truth but rivers of perception?
To channel this story, I have once again drawn my magic circle together, calling all my soul parts across space and time to be with me here now, to speak through me and share your layer. I include in my Circle some powerful priestesses who surround me in current and past day, all whom have their own perceptions in this cosmic play. They will speak in their own voices and tell their parts: Dakinis, friends, family and Lucy.
Yes, "Lucy in the Sky with diamonds"... my grandmother. She has an important role. She showed me the path of vision. She led me to my other grandmother, the Queen of the Forest.
I love you all, as I love my many selves. I love the Moon we share and under the fullness of her light which now shines, I begin to open to the telling of this journey. May we be blessed, protected and guided. May we come together as one under the Red Dome, inside of Shakti, bringing our stones and stories to lay bare.
In Holy Love to all my relations,
Queen Love of the Forest, Shamana Ma Shivakti Shaktiva Queen Sheba Sharene
Or simply, Queen Omega
"Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream... merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily - Life is but a dream."