I am Mother Goddess.

I gave birth to this world, to every single living thing in this Universe
From the grain of sand to the biggest Sun.
I love my children so much, for they are a continuation of me and Father God.
We are contained in them, they are contained in us
An endless spiral into Infinity.
I am always here for them
Yet they have forgotten of my existence.
They long for my loving embrace
But they do not remember which is the way home.
There is a sacred doorway they need to enter
One they have kept shut for too long
The doorway of the heart.
Should they only express their longing to come back to me
The path will be illuminated, the door wide open.
My garden of Eden they shall enter
Full of exotic colors, intoxicating fragrances, and lavish landscapes.
This is where I will meet them and bathe them clean in my clear waters
Stripping away all of their sorrows, struggles and suffering.
This is where I will nourish their frail bodies with delicious fruit
Straight from the branches of my bountiful trees and shrubs.
This is where I will lay them down to sleep, their head on my lap,
Resting under the peaceful melodies of birdsongs calming their soul.
This is where I will wait for them to awake and open their eyes
To the eternal fountain of unconditional Love pouring out of mine.
For when they see me, their nightmares will vanish into oblivion
And they will begin to dream a new dream.
A dream based on Love and mutual understanding.
A dream of nurture and nature, healing and teaching.
A dream of harmony and peace.
A dream of thriving, not merely surviving.
For when they find Mother in their heart and Father in their mind
And unite the two into One
They will see that all is possible for the ones who anchor their faith in Love and Truth.
For we are all One Family, One Being
And by embodying our true nature we can nurture each other and usher the New World.


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I created 13MOONS Magazine to resurrect the sacred feminine in Stories and Art. As a Seeress who'd worked directly with Oshun, Yemaya, Oya, and other earlier Goddesses, I noticed a stark difference in these energies and those of later iterations, such as Venus and Aphrodite. It is like parts of these beings were stripped away. Whether to fit the fashion of culture or men, I'll leave for you to decide, but this just didn't sit right with my spirit. And so I dreamed of a platform which would amplify the real voice of the feminine - Stories and Art created by actual women from our perspective, without apology. And here we are.I am called Astara, a name I received during meditation, meaning Little Sirius. I am here to draw down the energy of Ast, also known as Auset, Isis, and the latest: Mother Mary, truly just a hint of the Original anymore. I am here to Remember and to help Remind us of who we are as women, who we are beneath patriarchal whitewashing and power politics as religion. I am here to Remind us of the wisdom we hold within each of our cells which we have mistakenly (and blasphemously) called our meat suit. I am a Sensual Fluency Educator and Tranceworker, offering tools I've channeled from my own body to help you connect with yours. Reach out anytime if you'd like to hear more.

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