Maker
Are you having trouble creating again? You are afraid, blood of my blood. Sit with me. Let me remind you there is nothing to fear.
The Aztecs tell a story that the sun was birthed five times. The Christians say this is at least the second attempt at Earth. The Norse say these worlds will end and be birthed anew.
Imagine, you think you’re better than Gods? Or, to put it another way, you think you’re anything but a God? A Creator. You make. It is in your bones. Even while you sleep your bones make blood.
You are afraid because you think making a bad thing makes you bad. But my dear, sweet, Star. My child of sun and moon. You must make the bad one. There is a lesson there. The bad one will sharpen your skill of making and tailor your taste for greatness.
Imagine this, you are so excellent, so exceptional, so powerful, you make the lessons that make you better.
