you and me

I Bled Bright Red.

I am not a goddess. I am not a queen. I am not a wild thing. I am all this and more — and more, not less.

Terrifying is the force of nature here in Me, but also a space of utter peace and sanctity, giving, birthing, making, creating… unconditionally. All of which contain both beauty and pain (for those who have the guts to see) because all things sacred require sacrifice — a bit of blood, sweat and tear shed.

And sacrifice is not for the faint of heart.

So don’t cross Me or I will eat you.

And I’d start with your heart, for the She in me craves incessantly the tenderness of your innards — all those warm, fiery, bright-red, life-giving liquids.

‘Tis my ‘life force’.

Let me ask you this: Have you ever bled bright Red? For in and out of months and days and decades and lived to tell about it?

This is what it feels like to be Me… The She.

Not like the women you have told us to be (a silent, do-as-the-Jones’-do, passive slave and submissive thing) but the ones we are innately created to be. The ones who’ve been long forgotten and buried under millennia of the putrid dank of patriarchy, shamed and burned, for just simply being… Me. The She.

This is what I am and you have crossed Me.

You, who don’t have the eyes to see.

But this is my honest reality. One this world has never known, that I have flown in to show — and finally own the truth of Me — in you… and you… and He.

Are you listening?

I’m back. And this is the first time any of you have ever truly seen me. There’s been speak of a Second Coming. Well, here She is.

It’s not what you expected, is it? That beastly wild thing from Revelations?

She’s Me.

The Second Coming is  quite simply: Me… The She.

And the Apocalypse? My unveiling. Like a Divine Bride.

But remember, if you cross Me, I will eat you.

Rest with this knowing: Your death would at least be humane — unlike the way you’ve oppressed and maimed Me for the past several millennia — which we all have had the eyes to see. You think I was too submissive to notice?

You should know, however it is not My nature to torture and degrade… just feed.

Seed.

Nurture and sustain, maintain balance, life, death, life, death… rebirth… from a fierce Red-fed flame.

Your carrion will be left for the crows… but only if you’ve crossed Me.

For all those years you made Me bleed bright red, I was never dead, only withdrawn into Shadow. Shadows you were too reprobate to assimilate, you who was filled with so much hate, afraid to consummate and integrate all that was Divine in Me. But you could not eradicate what was bigger than you — in the Shadow was She.

My seeping blood became roses.

And it was there I lay in wait. And you were terrified of my escape… because you knew you could never fully annihilate The She.

… and the time returned…

Here I am standing naked in the Light. Silent. Do I scare you?

Do you, as of yet, have the eyes to see?

This is the Divine nature that is Me.

I couldn’t care less for your submission and worship of Me. All I want is the spiritual credit you raped from Me. All I want is for you to know Me personally, as just simply — Me. Who is you, who is also He: The Equal Me.

If only you’d open up those fucking gorgeous eyes and see.

I remain.

 

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Kristi Stout

Kristi Stout

Kristi L. Stout is an artist, mother, and lover. She considers herself a Renaissance woman, in service of Love in its many forms. It is her belief that inside each of us is our own sacred, Wild nature -- a hidden instinct that is not forgotten as much as it is dormant, like leafless trees in winter. It is the part of of us that is connected to all things. A knowing without knowing. The part deep inside that understands darkness is necessary for the moon to simmer silver, and recognizes that even if you’re lost in the middle of nowhere you can always find a sacred somewhere -- like an internal compass pointing true north to your heart center. Her passion project, work in progress, is She Is Wild. You can find more of Kristi’s work here or connect with her on Facebook.