The day was just like any other day, but it wasn’t. So regular, existing in disconnect to her
partner. Their new normal. He was damaged and she was broken. A fairytale ending
impossible to dream.

She knew the day was coming but didn’t know when. Nor the hows, the whats… Her
imagination could barely wrap her full mind around which her empty heart craved. Both craved

Perhaps her craving for freedom finally became loud enough for action. Maybe the gods were
like, “enough is enough!” Maybe the Moon was full and her Spirit was Wild. Maybe it all. Maybe,
it doesn’t matter. That was the day she finally chose herself.

The decision made as if speaking with another, but it was more like every part of her – every
cell, every emotion, every breath, every face of her – unanimously agreed in silence… it’s time.
The execution, however – ugly, painful, unexpected… perfect. She didn’t want the kids she had
tried so hard, had been so careful to protect, to see her in this light – or, was it him? She, oh,
she was in her Power! The chaos did not stunt her control. It fed her sense of knowing that the
decision was real. True. It reassured her that all is perfect. “All is well,” her Angels sung, “keep

The authorities came. The look in their eyes – tired eyes who have seen this scene many, many
times – sad eyes who knew they would see this scene many times more. Hoping she’d be the
one who finally chooses her Freedom. “Sirs…you will not see me again,” she whispered with
gratitude of their presence.

And when the Wheel spun and she was gifted glimpses of the good times, reminded of the
promises made together, and remembered that in tow were three pure souls affected by her
decision, she welcomed the gift of sight with gratitude and love, thanked it and let the Wheel
keep spinning.

And then, she was free.

~by Moné Rayne

Artist credit: Jasmine Hamlin IG: @jazzyoshun

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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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