[Editor’s Note: This and subsequent excerpt parts are from the anthology entitled Wounded Feminine: Grieving with Goddess, published by Girl God Books (2024).]
Incantation for the Salvation of Humanity
Dr. Stephanie Mines
This body is broken by disappointment
This body is aching with hope.
This body is an enduring child of wonder.
This body is water moving past all obstacles.
This body is Mother Earth ever fertile and receptive.
This body is broken with disappointment.
This body is resurrected by the long lineage line that
Transcends differences, transcends language, transcends
Separation and goes far beyond disappointment.
I am broken by the fragments of my life.
I am mended by the spirit of an embryo
Who is my unity with all life; not just my life;
All life. Your life is my life. I am broken by those who
Care nothing for our lives.
I am resurrected by the Mother who knows we are
Precious.
I am resurrected by the Mother who knows we are
Precious.
I am resurrected by the Mother who knows we are
Precious.
Om TARA*, Tu TARA, I am TARA.
You are TARA.
Compassion is the force of the Air that embraces all.
Compassion is the cyclone of love.
Compassion moves to me,
Compassion moves to me,
Compassion moves through me,
Compassion flows to me from the invisible world of the Ancestors,
Holding us as we restore the memory of their presence.
From the moment of conception
We have known them,
From before the moment of conception we are them.
The Ancestors are the vast
Accompaniment to every human incarnation,
The inclusive lineage of the Ancestors of Life,
The Ancestors of Embodiment.
The Ancestors.
Undying Ancestors.
Transcendent Ancestors.
Ancestors of humanity
Accompany us now
As we approach the precipice
Of threat to all life.
Ancestors who have never abandoned us,
Accompany us now,
As we approach the precipice of threat
To all life.
Ancestors impart your devotion to humanity to me.
Ancestors deliver your wisdom to me.
Ancestors streaming beyond where the eye can see.
Ancestors who imbue everything in the natural world.
Ancestors in the movement of trees and plants.
Ancestors in the songs of birds.
Ancestors in the soft breeze on my face.
Ancestors in the sounds of life that travel to our ears.
Ancestors in the cough of death.
Ancestors in the dreams of deliverance.
Ancestors in all innocence.
Ancestors in the peaceful night.
Ancestors in the reprieve from harm.
Ancestors in the making of poems.
Ancestors in the redemption and resolution of trauma.
Ancestors in the beauty before our eyes.
Ancestors in the cooling after fever.
Ancestors in the healing of the wounds.
Ancestors in the words on the page.
Ancestors in the remembering of who we are.