The Path of the Rose Priestess

Dry amongst the thorns I ravage myself.  Why did this happen, why did I fall so hard? Why could I not see where I was falling? It was all in due course that the final destination would be revealed, but in the meantime I would walk blind.  Blind in faith, blind in solitude, blind in hope.  The world was dark without hope.  Where would the next renunciation come from? The leaves, the petals or the thorns?  I elegantly stretch my hand out to catch the last few drops of rain as they settle on my palm.  I wonder, what desire am I quenching today?

Lost was I when I asked this question.  Found am I when I let it go.  Lost am I when I see blindly.  Found am I when I know hope.  Lost am I when the darkness is close, found am I when the darkness is closer.  Reveling in my own mystery, I encounter many women who are cloaked in their own.  The women who carry this mystery all sound the fog horn, ‘Come seek me, I am one of you.’  What do they call do you ask?

They ask favour in lighting the way, they ask favour in knowing the scent, they ask favour in sitting still.  ‘Can I sit with you today?’ I ask.  Come and join me on the parapet as we pour into ourselves.  Deep and dirty are the dishes, light and pure is the soap.  Deep and dirty are the trenches, light and pure is the hope.  Deep and dirty are the longings, light and pure is the cloak.

The cloak of mystery that revolves around all of us is being lifted today.  We join hands in the mystery, we turn heads when we walk, we settle deeply into our hearts and wombs and carry forth the flames of the Magdalena and the Sisters of Isis.  We bear resemblance to our forefathers in heart, and our foremothers in womb.  We hold the flame high as we call to one another, ‘I have arrived home my dear sisters, will yu join me now?’.  The calling has begun, now we walk the path we have come here to walk.

Let us walk, let us pray,

Let us dance, let us stay,

Let us mingle, let us seat,

In the place we are meant to meet.

Let us walk, let us pray,

Let us settle here today.

At my bosom are the words,

At my bosom are the ways.

Eat your bread, drink your wine,

Know that coming home is fine.

Feast on meat, feast on skin,

Let your body be your kin.

Feel your toes, feel your feet,

Don’t let other stop you meet.

Know your path, let it shine,

Sister, Sister, Sister, Rise.

The diary of a knower

24/03/2025