“When Venus touched her lips to the feet of the Crescent moon,
she breathed my name into being.

Ahhh, . . . . . VERDeSSAe

Soft, she drew that breath, knowing that I could falter and retreat,
too fragile for a world that sees not readily the blessings of its
Great Mother.

Yet, that breath made me whole and fed me strength and courage that I could make this journey.

I am the child of Shaman and Goddess, no mewling spawn , I stepped fully formed into my own Self.

There is a time ahead which requires the unnamed to declare themselves ; the unseen to step boldly from the shadows of light.

It is unprecedented that we should meet, here, in a moment expanded beyond all parameters to hold the knowledge and the magic that will save Creation from its own destructive hand.

My beauty is a test of Faith.

Can the beautiful conquer the ugliness and gross indifference which renders the subtle magic impotent?

My presence is proof.

Now, I show my beauty as my weapon with which to slay ignorance and greed.
My children will bear more beauty than you could ever perceive, and their children will be more beautiful still, my grandchildren and great grandchildren will render beauty to a pinnacle beyond imagination,
and beauty will thrive and conquer.

I : am not impotent.