How Priestesses Were Created

How Priestesses Were Created
Priestesses were not created like roles… they were born from the memory of the Sacred.
They are women who felt within themselves a calling that cannot be explained, only recognized.
In the beginning, they were Gates between God and Man.
They guarded secrets, flames, words, water and Shadow.
They were not always visible but they were always present.
Priestesses were not created like “roles” are created, they were created as archetypes, memories and needs of the Sacred to be expressed through the body and soul of the woman.
Not all women are priestesses.
But all Priestesses are women who have heard a calling that is not spoken in words.
The origin of the Priestess has three levels:

  1. Archetype (the Spiritual)
    The Priestess was born as the proto-memory of Humanity:
    the one who stood between the gods and the people,
    the first to sacrifice speech, body, energy for the Sacred,
    the guardian of knowledge, wisdom, transition.

  2. Act (the Historical)
    In ancient temples, matriarchal societies and mystery traditions,
    priestesses were not helpers, they were institutionalized as Gates.
    They performed ceremonies, interpreted dreams, held flames, healed souls.

  3. Soul Memory (the Individual)
    Some women do not “learn” to be priestesses. They remember.
    This “something” awakens within them that cannot be explained, only recognized.
    And then, they become again what they were… before this life gave birth to them.
    How is a priestess “created” today?
    She is not appointed.
    She is recalled.
    When a woman:
    Deeply feels that she is not just a human being, but a bearer of the Sacred,
    She wants to serve, protect, guide, remind,
    And above all, when she remains true to her silence…
    Then she emerges. And the world remembers her.
    A woman does not become a Priestess because she reads or imitates.
    She becomes, when she remembers.
    And then…
    her Silence changes the space
    A. KRONIA

AI

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I can feel it. :folded_hands:t2::heart:

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My mother caught me practicing taking communion by blessing soup crackers. She made me promise I wouldn’t try to lead a religious group in fear of becoming the next leader of something like Jonestown. I may have been initiating myself to something bigger, but it got shamed out of me. Gotta rebuild.

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