I found my roommate hemorrhaging at my feet. And as her blood spilled, my blood was set aflame. A long, slow simmer. A lifelong flame set steady and sure, fit for endurance. The flame of the divine feminine was lit for me, there in that startling, sorrowful moment.
The voice of Christ cracked under emotion then, and tears welled in my own eyes when He continued: "You are the one the world will need when the shadows of men have festered and soaked the whole of humanity with their rotting ego-born desires. You are the one, my Priestess, my soul-mate, who ...
Why else would you expect me to settle for anything less than love in its purest form, as if my desires to make love to you, birth life with you, be ravished by you, and merge completely with you could be contained or constricted by fear that we might actually be bound to one another?