The Birth of a Priestess

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The Feminine Path

LYUBOV SHELEKHOVA
Dedicated to my teachers…

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“When a Woman takes up a task, the category of impossibility ceases to exist…” (K. Wittenberg)

And when 15 Women take up a task?..
…I chose My Path… As a Catwoman, I stepped freely through my world, softly and playfully accepting with flexibility every hardness and angularity, and entered into contact with my inner Noble Power.

When I walked My Path into the depths of my world, Active Femininity helped me; she was beside me in the hardest periods of my life.
And when the Total Mess came, she generously shared her Noble Power, directed the Red Ray into the most secret corners of my soul, lit my goals and, like a Catwoman, drew my attention to the Nameless Emptiness in my heart.

I kept walking on, step by step, to the source of Elena the Bright, the source of my life, the source of my birth, the source of my inner support behind my back. Virtue accompanied me.

With each step of mine, the Rock grew Gentle and yielding. I could observe, see, hear and feel how the Sunny Anemone switches on all the riches of the true nature and the generosity of hospitality of my soul.

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Atomic Leda, the woman from the painting, was picking up speed… I was breaking the rule of Life, going further and further away from my goal. An unprecedented despair seized me… “Not that way!” hissed the Spectacled Cobra, “Not that way!” “How beautiful, brave and strong she is!” – I kept admiring, making a stop. Stop… standing… sitting… eating… looking around… The Rock was still Gentle, the Sunny Anemone still switched on my nature, touching my tired body with tender spring rays.

My Path with Noble Power was lost; I realised I was going the wrong way and needed help…

I saw Xena, Xena saw me. I saw My Path, and the Noble Power returned to me.

The Red Archeress lay hidden in the bushes, watching for her prey. Priestess Natalia remained a priestess, contemplating the Nameless Emptiness. Sahis appeared, and Freya opened up to me. I love, I thank! The discovery became a revelation – an ideal woman will not replace my beloved one, and that is how it is…

The Happy Woman, Living in Ecstasy, filled the Nameless Emptiness, giving it a name. I love, I thank! The Beckoning Silence found a worthy and valued place in my heart, drawing my attention to a very important and necessary Chinchilla.

She Who Gives Birth in Happiness found Unconditional Acceptance.

I am here… I am at home… I am… I am the Beloved Woman of My Lineage.
That is how it happened at the camp “The Birth of a Priestess”.

Everything is within the power of the women of our world: we governed, made friends, created, loved, gave ourselves selflessly to space, weaving eternity into its fabric, gave birth and were born, grasped the peaks of being, and plunged into the abyss of passion and pleasure…

This is a part of our world – the World of Women. For me the camp revealed the importance and necessity of Woman in my space, her worthy place beside Man.

LYUBOV SHELEKHOVA /the Beloved Woman/

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VERA VALITSKAYA, 6 years old /Catwoman/

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I, as a Priestess, followed in the footsteps of my ancestors.
And knowing no fear or pain, even the stones seemed soft to me as down. I walked as fast as I could with all my strength, but without overtaking the main ones.

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I found my fate in the valley of ghosts. And my fate was for all dreams to come true.

I fell many times, but I did not stop. I walked like a wise priestess.

And here is the valley of ancestors, and me.
With my last strength, without stopping, I reached the valley of ancestors.
And now I am making a wish…
and my fate began…

…And having made my wishes I gathered a lot of strength and completed my path.

VERA VALITSKAYA, 6 years old /Catwoman/

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KSENIA WITTENBERG A DESCRIPTION OF THE EVENTS OF THE MYSTERY
Women’s Acmeology
“A peak, like a Woman, cannot be conquered.
You can only be here, on top, for a little while… for as long as she allows
*”.
Svetlana Shuper*