XXXV
Inanna’s sacred practice took on new meaning. She had started the journey back home, and now it was impossible to know of any other way of being, always seeking, always learning, always growing. She would spend hours in the scared temple atop the altar. The nymphs would prepare her body for ritual. They would strip her naked and stand her in the sacred water. They would wash her clean, each and every part of her, and once clean she would make her way up to the marble altar. The practice took place either during the daylight or under the lunar...
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XXXIV
“Strength she brings, it lives inside. Her sexual self, she cannot hide. Sultry, feminine, strong and wise, she brings her lovers, deep inside. Two inside, three or four, her men, her women, she calls for more. But then she stops there is but one. He joins her now, under the current sun. They join together, their tender kiss. They dissolve as one - orgasmic bliss. The double helix, the serpent’s coil. Sexual wisdom for one, for all. I see it now, the green and blue. You are here for me, I am here for you.”
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XXXIII
The main castle was surrounded by beautiful, manicured courtyards and there were people scurrying about everywhere. They held brooms, bridles even loaves of bread. It was a hive of activity in there. Inanna was hopeful the guard would stay with her and show her the way back once she’d finished as she would surely be lost inside these palace walls forever if she had to find her own way out. They took so many twists and turns. They went down alleyways, up stairs, down stairs and through tunnels until eventually they made their way to the stables. The stables were...
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XXXII
It was a day like any other when all of a sudden there was a visitor to the temple – an important visitor by the looks. Inanna went to fetch Lilith. She was out the back hanging her washing when Lilith came back excitedly. Inanna you have been asked to the castle. “Me?” Inanna said with surprise and mock amusement. “Your good name is travelling far and wide Inanna – the palace does not call just any old healer. There’s a horse – an old mare that needs seeing to.” Inanna was out the front door immediately. “Not so fast”...
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XXXI
In rare circumstances Ren and Inanna would venture into town at night. Ren thought it was high time Inanna was shown the real world – she couldn’t spend every minute of every day healing and meditating in the temple – she was becoming as dull as dishwater. It was just what she needed. This particular night, they went down to the local ale-house, a big step for Inanna these days. They even had a pint themselves. Inanna never drank, it was just something she had never tried before. She had seen what it did to Beircheart and really had no...
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XXX
Sometimes lessons present themselves again and again. If we don’t learn the first time perhaps we’ll learn the second, or the third or the fourth. We will just keep repeating the same pattern until the lesson has been learnt – this is the way of the Universe. So the quicker we become aware, the quicker we can learn and move on to the next lesson. During Inanna’s short life forgiveness was rather a large theme and now she was under the guidance of Lilith she would be able to work on this so she didn’t have to learn it over...
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XXIX
It took strength and persistence, but eventually the light would reappear through Inanna’s eyes and sometimes on a rare occasion they could hear Inanna chanting or singing softly to herself. She was a diligent student there was no doubt about that, and her love for energy healing grew stronger and stronger. She couldn’t get enough of it. It became her passion. Out of the darkness came the light. She would have to learn forgiveness, again. The one man that made Inanna shake with fear was Beircheart Laird and the only way Inanna would rid herself of fear, of guilt, of...
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XXVIII
The Darkness Explore the darkness and the light it shines, the fear in front and the joy behind. For the dark we see and the shame it brings. To others is light or a heart that sings. From darkness we run, from darkness we hide, escaping to light, but the dark stays inside. Without the dark, there is no light. Faith and trust, gives the blind child sight. There is no dark, there is no light, faith and trust, gives the blind child sight. There is no dark, there is no light, there is no wrong, there is no right....
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XXVII
Inanna was in a great space more often then not and with each passing day a little more of her came back. A day did not go by where she didn’t visit the horses, desperate to ride, to feel that freedom again. She even started making her way into the village. Lilith was taking things slowly with Inanna, careful not to push her too far, too early. Learning the art of healing took strength and courage and was taxing emotionally and mentally, so she made sure Inanna had plenty of down time, plenty of time to play again – to...
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XXVI
Inanna was still too weak to move but was able to sit up in bed now, propped up with pillows. It was time to get some food into her if she was going to regain her strength. She met the delightful Ren and they were instant friends – she felt as though she had known her forever – they shared an unbreakable bond. The strength of their friendship would grow and grow and she would turn out to be one of Inanna’s greatest teachers. Inanna started with one meal a day, slowly increasing it over the weeks. Much trauma had...
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XXV
She wasn’t at all familiar with her surroundings but far from panicking she just lay there. She too could see the glow of the moon out her little window. It was glorious: soothing and calming, energising and illuminating. She started to remember: the pain, the stinging, the blood, the cold, she shivered as she recalled the atrocities, but one thing was for sure - she knew she was now far away from that reality and out of harm’s way. She rested. She remembered nothing of the past few weeks. In fact the last thing she remembered was being in that...
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XXIV
It would be a month before there were any signs of life. Lilith and Ren had monitored her around the clock. Lilith used essential oils on her daily, gently massaging her wounds, the strong smell of eucalyptus making itself known. She wanted to be sure the physical symptoms were all healed before she began to delve deeper. Their hard work had paid off, after a few weeks the swelling had gone down and all that remained were a few pale yellow bruises. In the candle light Inanna looked serene, peaceful. It was as though she was happy just resting and...
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XXIII
They made their way through the gates of Nor, exhausted and spent. It had been a long and emotional journey and now they were finally here, the enormity of what they had achieved becoming apparent. Micheál felt he could sleep for a week. The town was quietening down for the night, the distant sound of laughter and merriment emanating from the local ale house making its way across the cobble stone road., the last of the children running home to their mothers before the scolding would start. But it was straight to the temple for these weary travellers. The temple...
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XXII
Micheál was feeling much more positive today and so very grateful to all whom had held the space for Inanna to heal the night prior. He was also most grateful for warm water, some new clothes and a full belly. His horse had also received some love and attention and you could see the benefits it reaped. Micheál agreed to Ren accompanying them forward. It would give him time to concentrate on the road ahead and his trusty old mare and Ren could tend to Inanna – keeping her comfortable and warm. Inanna had not opened her eyes or uttered...
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XXI
There was a leader who guided tonight’s healing. The leader was usually an elder. Taught this ancient modality from her mother who had been taught from hers and so on and so forth. This ancient feminine wisdom kept alive through the generations, each one knowing the importance of not allowing this sacred knowledge to die. The sacred feminine – the divine essence beyond form or duality is present within every woman and is the source of her primal power. These women knew that activating and being in touch with this vital life-force would keep them powerful and present. The goddess...
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XX
The villagers ahead where beginning to grow worried when there was no sign of them. It was too dark now to send someone to find them but they would leave just before dawn and make their way down the road in the direction from which the two would be coming. They were elated when some hours later the men and their horses returned with the old farmer and his cart close behind. Once again the villagers gathered around. There was nothing more warming than seeing the people rally together to help – and in this case to help a total...
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XIX
Again, they woke as dawn broke. Ailis had tendered beautifully to Inanna throughout the night and had even managed to pop her in a new nightdress. She couldn’t bear to send her off in that soiled and bedraggled rag. She had gently managed to wash the dried blood from Inanna’s face, arms and legs. Ailis had wondered who this animal was that could inflict such harm on a defenceless young woman. “Why she must be no older than nineteen”, she thought. She had daughters of her own and was immediately drawn to Inanna’s mother. She would be heartbroken to see...
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XVIII
Micheál went as fast as he could but the road was rough and full of potholes and he had to decide whether speed or gentleness was his best method. He would stop every now and then to check on Inanna and try to give her some water. He would hold her gently, tilting her head and opening her mouth just enough to get a little in. When she managed a cough he was elated. She was alive and conscious, finally. He had no idea how much damage Beircheart had caused in that short amount of time. Physical damage was one...
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XVII
Micheál had anticipated he would have to save Innana at some stage. He had sent messages out to the three local villages he would have to pass through to get to the healer. He requested warm fires, healing broths and soups, rugs and clean warm clothing. He made sure the villagers new Inanna was gravely ill. He was days away from any real help and he knew his chances of getting to the medicine woman with Inanna alive were slim, but he would take his chance. At least she would die while someone was trying to help her, rather than...
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XVI
The beatings got worse when one particular night and on one extremely rare occasion they made their way to the nearby village for an outing. Beircheart was particularly proud to show Inanna off and for a fleeting moment Inanna could forget her worries and enjoy herself. She absolutely adored music and loved dancing even more. When she danced she could feel her life force. She felt carefree and wild and let herself go completely – it was her happy place. She couldn’t remember the last time she danced, she thinks it was under the light of the full moon with...
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XV
She counted each one of them, thirteen in total. He stopped when her head hit the ground. He had literally knocked the life right out of her. When she came to later that night all was still and dark. She thought this was probably a better option than sleeping with him. She would avoid this at all costs. She lay on the cold, stone floor, her head throbbing and her face stinging. If she thought the wrath of her father was something to behold, then Beircheart’s was on another level. How she thought she could outrun this beast of a...
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XIV
Inanna awoke suddenly, her mother and sisters all shaking her excitedly – today was the big day. She had dreaded it since she was introduced to Beircheart. Her mother had laid out her own wedding dress on the bed for Inanna to wear. Millicent and Frances had been out early that morning foraging for flowers. They had gathered two baskets full and were so pleased with their efforts. The girls were in charge of the wedding bouquet. Inanna wanted nothing structured and neat, preferring natural and informal. She didn’t like fuss and she didn’t like bother and on this particular...
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XIII
She felt serene, weightless. Her body floated effortlessly through the water for what seemed like an eternity. Her struggle was over and with eyes wide open she traced the rays of the sun that had broken through the surface of the ocean. Finally she had succumbed and allowed the waves to carry her gently to her watery grave. Finally, she had learnt to surrender and let go. Let go of the pain, the sorrow, the hatred and the anger and in its place she felt profound peace. A warmth enveloped her heart and she felt a deep-seated love for everyone...
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XI
“Inanna, I’d like you to meet Beircheart Laird” Unattractive was the first word that came to mind; unattractive and unappealing. He was orange, and white – not at all to her taste and the polar opposite of her beloved Eamon. He was big too and his skin freckly and weathered. He had an oversized beard and she wondered what was hidden beneath his hat. His head was big and round, to match his 6 foot five build. To Inanna he was uninviting and very plain – there was nothing exotic about him at all. No depth to his eyes, no beauty...
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X
Inanna’s father was growing tired of her moping around – her silent presence fell thick and heavy on the house. Soon the whole vibration of the home matched hers and everyone seemed to walk around shrouded in an aura of sadness. When Inanna was young she used to lift the vibration of everyone in the house. She would paint, dance and sing. The whole room filled with her unique energy and you couldn’t help but feel happy and uplifted when she was around. But the mood had long changed and her father thought it was high time he did something...
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IX
Six months had passed and Inanna still only uttered a word when she had to. She started experiencing throat infections that were so bad she would be laid up in bed with high fevers and chills for weeks. The medicine woman from the neighbouring village visited almost daily. She would bring essential oils, harvested from the leaves, flowers and roots in the forest – Mother Nature always generously providing. Through a process of distillation she would extract the highly concentrated form of the plant, which contained its original medicinal properties. This art had been handed down from generation to generation....
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VIII
Her mother tried to hug her when she arrived home – she offered to bathe her and pop her into bed. “It was for the best Inanna” she murmured, not game enough to look her in the eye. Millie ran up to her, relieved at having her sister home; Frances took one look at her and knew without a shadow of a doubt, she would never have her sister home. She spent weeks in bed talking to no one. She would get up only to bathe on occasions. She had barely eaten in that time and her fragility was reflected...
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VII
How could Inanna ever think of marrying a lowly servant – a farm-boy – what was she thinking bringing disgrace to the family in that manner? In Eamon, Innana didn’t see a lowly worker, when she looked at him, she saw only his heart and in it - pure love. Inanna stood in her power initially – fighting for her right to choose, but her father only thought of her assertiveness as unladylike and aggressive. To Inanna being powerful meant you could be kind while still having healthy boundaries and not letting people push you around. Her father found this...
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VI
If it was possible to die of a broken heart – Inanna felt sure this would be her fate. Every single day was worse than the last, an unbearable darkness descended upon her. She took no joy in anything anymore – the anger had subsided and in its place lingered bitterness. She spent more and more time locked away in her bedroom refusing to interact with the outside world, refusing at times to even eat – her appetite lost. She couldn’t bear to look at her father and refused to speak to him – at the moment it was impossible...
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V
The first time they made love was raw but gentle. They had waited long enough and it was time to unleash the pent up energy inside. With Eamon she felt safe, so loved – it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. With him she felt whole and complete, understood and protected. He seemed to know exactly what her body wanted and needed at the time – seducing her with his gentle hands and adoring gaze. He was attentive and present – every time they made love he was present. She could give herself to him freely and uninhibited. She...
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IV
He lived in a tiny stone hut, not far from the main house, close to the stables. The hut had a bed and a fire place, with a little window framing the vast lake behind. Inanna had made a habit of sneaking quietly down there in the dead of night, once she was sure everyone was asleep. Her sisters were very good at covering for her when their father's suspicions were raised. When all was quiet, she'd run down the stairs, past the kitchen in her nightdress and bare feet. Her tousled hair fell naturally. Unkempt from laying in bed....
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III
Her life changed forever when, as a 16 year old girl, she looked out the window and saw a young man - the latest farmboy. Her father's harsh ways meant he went through them quite regularly and she was used to seeing men come and go: tending to the horses, keeping the hedges trimmed and the grounds neat and tidy. As soon as she locked eyes on him, she felt something stir deep inside her. It was a knowing - a warm feeling that sent flutters through her entire body. It would be days before she would meet him.   Inanna...
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II
Inanna was a striking girl. Even when she was young, she was sultry. Inviting. Different from her two sisters with dark brown hair falling to her shoulders framing her oval face and beautiful bone structure. Her light blue eyes and olive skin setting her apart from her fairer sisters. Both had light hair and green eyes, their temperament matched their fairer complexions and Inanna’s matched hers. She was feisty, and from a very young age expressed herself through her spoken word. Inanna didn't let anyone push her around: She held firm her beliefs and fought for her rights. Should anyone try...
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I
That familiar taste ran down the back of her throat as it had done so many times before. She stood staring out at the moonless sky, the river just a few feet away, barely visible in the darkness: a reflection of her own soul? Wasn't the new moon all about sewing the seeds of something new? New beginnings, new intentions, fresh starts? The pain wasn't so bad. It was his words that ran over and over in her mind - keeping her enslaved: Worthless Useless Weak Pathetic Whore They were said so often and with such vigour, they had become...
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