High up in the mountains of a most secret place, a temple is set in the rock. Carved out in most detailed precision. The floors are clad in marble, polished by trodden feet and made smooth by trailing robes. Incense floats through the air and fragrant flowers bloom all about. From the pillars of the front, stairs descend into the gardens and down to the coast. Lush and full of greens. My time is spent glimpses, of memories long ago. A past that set me on a spiritual task that shall forever last.

Here I am one of but many Priestesses, in service of the Great Mother.

I follow my sisters into the temple. We are dressed in white linen robes. The wind flows through the loose and cool material. This is the feeling of eternal spring. I am tossing flowers, rose petals, upon the marbled floors. My sisters go before us with thuribles of incense as we chant in a harmonious tone. The language I’ve long forgotten, but the melody stirs in my soul. Something deep that needs unlocking. My gaze is that of the floor and my feet. How I loved watching my robe flow across as I stepped upon the many flowers on the cool marbled floor.

Drums begin banging as we approached the most sacred of spaces. I lift my head and see Her in glory and the dawn light streams in from the sky. Our Goddess statue, glided in the most precious metals, adorned is most glorious stones. She stands in the center of this space, large and powerful. She is crowned with many rays. Draped in splendorous cloth. In Her right hand is the sun and in Her left the Moon. Her womb is the earth. Her eyes gaze upon us as we give Her due worship.

The incense is placed before Her and our dance begins. Tossing the petals all over and singing as we spin. The drums grow louder and louder and the elders bang their staves. Our chant is unfolding and the Goddess is anointed. Soon the energy rises and our bodies drop to the floor.

The work was done and life force shared.

In another memory of long ago, I am in the garden down away from the temple. I am laying besides a fruit tree. My Priestess comes and holds out her hand, she lefts me up and I follow her to the stairs. I admire her beauty. Purple cloths and golden bands. A disk of gold adorns her head and a necklace of pearls around her neck. A snake cuff up her right arm. Regal and just, she is all I desire to be. In pure service of our Lady. She bring me to a pool. An elevated bowl filled with waters from the islands streams. Blessed and made secret. I grab the edges and peer deep within. Dark blue hues blur my vision and I fall deep within. Her voice gently guides me as my quest beings. A journey of remembrance my human frailty ends.

I sense and see within my minds eye. This is a time long forgotten and a work long lost. But the vibrancy of its call is stirring in us all. The lived by Her rites and dedicated to Her call. She has not left us, we just have to remember Her call. The voice that stirs deep within and sends the soul yearning for Her once again. Our lives fast forward but Her service never ends. For we always find one another and dance in the temple once again.