Sacred Salvation

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ead of her. Majestic and magical, the lone wolf is the embodiment of the wild spirit of the forest. A life of solitude showed him how to balance freedom and his yearning for a pack to call his own. Lone wolf, as much as he seeks companionship and family, knows he has the endurance to stick to his journey until he finds that which he pursues.Twenty feet away, a Mama black bear and her two cubs move into the clearing. Three sets of brown eyes, dark and worried, focused on the haunted woman. Love and protection enveloped her like the warmth of a mother’s embrace. Resourceful, Mama black bear is fearless in protecting those she loves, leading them into the life waiting for them. The resourceful protectiveness of the Mama bear gives her cubs courage and confidence to carry on in a life seldom fair or just.On the opposite side of the wolf, a large beaver ambled from the woods, waddling along, dragging its cumbersome tail. A master builder, beaver’s expertise will show her how to rebuild a life from the ashes of the one she’d lost.Beaver is instrumental in assisting the woman build her sacred space, a sanctuary in which to nourish her emotions and connect to her spiritual intuition and wisdom.Beaver tells her it is okay to follow her inner drive, to go against society and listen to her intuition rather than the societal norms screamed from every corner.At the depths of despair, this woman desired affirmation. Desired to hear that it is okay to need only herself to love, protect and nourish her own heart, mind and soul. These spirit animals give her the strength to be her own savior in a world demanding you following the path set out for you. A path decided by someone other than yourself. Someone who may not have your best interests at hea

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rt.The woman’s call for salvation, her cry for help, said more in its silence than if she’d screamed at the top of her lungs. Soul crying out to soul, calling to the ancient ones to help one of their own. She mourned the loss of a life she’d cherished. Begged for help as she searched for the path back to her own self.Wolf walked to her side, followed by the bears and then the beaver. There they stood, strength pooling together to bolster their ancient Goddess in her time of need.The woman picked up a bear cub in each arm, their warmth snuggling in to her. Mama Bear leaned her head into her Goddess’ hip, encouraging her to lean on her, using the bear’s strength until her own built back up again. Beaver climbed atop the bear, reaching up to stroke the cub in the woman’s arms, reminding her of her industriousness and problem-solving skills.Wolf, the one who understood her struggle more than any other living soul, stood half in front, half beside his Goddess. His stance, guarding yet yielding, let the world know she was both protected and protector, walking by his side along their mutual journey.Formidable group, they stood looking at the storm whipping the lake into a euphoric beauty unmatched in the natural world. At the depths of her pain, the rabbit hole closing in around her, she called to her ancient spirits for help… and they answered.Although the road ahead was long and arduous, she saw the strength within herself to travel it alone. She would be okay with these spirit messengers by her side.Turning as one, the group walked into the forest, dark green foliage closing in behind them. The animals walked tall as they escorted the woman, their Goddess, to the life awaiting her.</article></body>

A journey back to spiritual intuition and wisdom

Smooth stones littered the shoreline of a rocky lake. Giant boulders and outcroppings like steps up the side of the cliff. Pebbles led from the rocky shore into the clear blue water. Fish, large and small, feeding off their smooth surface. Calm and serene, the scene belied the turmoil building inside the lone figure on the stones.

A woman with nothing to lose stood at the edge of a granite slab, the next part of her life’s journey uncertain and sullied. Broken and alone, she stared at the water, her savior through life’s hardships, and asked for salvation once more.

Wind picked up in answer to her call. Placid water stirring up into a frenzy, trees waving and bending to the power of the moving air. Aphrodite-style Lilac cotton dress flowed over her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Midnight purple cloak, clasped at the neck, fell down her back. Air, wild and free, blew the fabric around her body. Her auburn hair, pulled back in a loose bun, whipped around her face in frantic uninhibitedness.

A lone grey wolf stepped from the woods behind her, light eyes glowing in the receding light, fur ruffled by the increasing breeze. Poised to pounce, he crouched, expecting the need to defend the vulnerable woman in turmoil at the shore. He waited for her to call to him, sending her the fortitude she needed for the journey ahead of her. Majestic and magical, the lone wolf is the embodiment of the wild spirit of the forest. A life of solitude showed him how to balance freedom and his yearning for a pack to call his own. Lone wolf, as much as he seeks companionship and family, knows he has the endurance to stick to his journey until he finds that which he pursues.

Twenty feet away, a Mama black bear and her two cubs move into the clearing. Three sets of brown eyes, dark and worried, focused on the haunted woman. Love and protection enveloped her like the warmth of a mother’s embrace. Resourceful, Mama black bear is fearless in protecting those she loves, leading them into the life waiting for them. The resourceful protectiveness of the Mama bear gives her cubs courage and confidence to carry on in a life seldom fair or just.

On the opposite side of the wolf, a large beaver ambled from the woods, waddling along, dragging its cumbersome tail. A master builder, beaver’s expertise will show her how to rebuild a life from the ashes of the one she’d lost.

Beaver is instrumental in assisting the woman build her sacred space, a sanctuary in which to nourish her emotions and connect to her spiritual intuition and wisdom.

Beaver tells her it is okay to follow her inner drive, to go against society and listen to her intuition rather than the societal norms screamed from every corner.

At the depths of despair, this woman desired affirmation. Desired to hear that it is okay to need only herself to love, protect and nourish her own heart, mind and soul. These spirit animals give her the strength to be her own savior in a world demanding you following the path set out for you. A path decided by someone other than yourself. Someone who may not have your best interests at heart.

The woman’s call for salvation, her cry for help, said more in its silence than if she’d screamed at the top of her lungs. Soul crying out to soul, calling to the ancient ones to help one of their own. She mourned the loss of a life she’d cherished. Begged for help as she searched for the path back to her own self.

Wolf walked to her side, followed by the bears and then the beaver. There they stood, strength pooling together to bolster their ancient Goddess in her time of need.

The woman picked up a bear cub in each arm, their warmth snuggling in to her. Mama Bear leaned her head into her Goddess’ hip, encouraging her to lean on her, using the bear’s strength until her own built back up again. Beaver climbed atop the bear, reaching up to stroke the cub in the woman’s arms, reminding her of her industriousness and problem-solving skills.

Wolf, the one who understood her struggle more than any other living soul, stood half in front, half beside his Goddess. His stance, guarding yet yielding, let the world know she was both protected and protector, walking by his side along their mutual journey.

Formidable group, they stood looking at the storm whipping the lake into a euphoric beauty unmatched in the natural world. At the depths of her pain, the rabbit hole closing in around her, she called to her ancient spirits for help… and they answered.

Although the road ahead was long and arduous, she saw the strength within herself to travel it alone. She would be okay with these spirit messengers by her side.

Turning as one, the group walked into the forest, dark green foliage closing in behind them. The animals walked tall as they escorted the woman, their Goddess, to the life awaiting her.