If you’re lucky, life will destroy you at least once while you’re alive. Bring you to your knees, pulverize anything and everything you thought you knew to be true—anything and everything you relied on as firm ground—and take you into the belly of the goddess, where you may finally get to know who you really are, again or for the first time. In this lifetime, I find myself in Pluto’s school a lot. (Though I wouldn’t say it’s “hard”), It’s not easy. And my god, is it worth it. Sips of gold and grime as I’m churned in the cauldron of goddess’s womb, that I may hear her speak from deep within her, that she may disorganize and reorganize me as needed, that she may birth me again and again into real life. I want nothing else—but REAL life xx .
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Don’t fear your deaths. Or do, but enter them wholeheartedly anyway. Or don’t, and then you’ll be dragged. It’s good in here—in the belly of the goddess. It’s dark, but the fires warm. It’s dark, but the stars keep visiting. And more. Unspeakable more.

Yes: I was drinking from a broken chalice, and so goddess took me.