Where the mind is without fear

A few nights ago, under the moonlight and surrounded by winds that threatened to unleash a powerful storm, I received a poem from a dear friend and mentor, someone who has become the father I wish I’d had, despite the distance between us—he lives all the way in Canada.

 
We first connected through our shared interest in spirituality and the feminine divine, during a lecture he gave years ago on Mary Magdalene and the sacred feminine. This friend, now in his mid-seventies, is a well-known historian and professor emeritus of religious studies. Throughout his life, he has been a steadfast advocate for the feminine, a true warrior for Sophia and for women everywhere. The world needs more men like him—those who aren’t afraid to speak up for women, for equality, and for the suppressed goddess who, although erased from history and religion, still resides in the deepest parts of our souls.

This friend has witnessed my struggles firsthand; he supported my application for a Master’s degree and will soon welcome me as a guest lecturer in his winter course on the history of magic and the occult. He has seen me at my best, often attending my lectures, and at my worst. This summer, I endured a deep betrayal—one of many over the years—this time by my own father. For those wondering, I don’t have “daddy issues.” I spent years in therapy, and eventually, I studied psychology in an attempt to understand my parents and the events that shaped my life. This journey is why I’ve mostly kept to myself, finding family in the world and its animals. I’ve dedicated much of my life to wildlife conservation, including work with marine life, volunteering and speaking for shark research associations, supporting groups like Sea Shepherd and Surfers for Cetaceans, and working closely with cetaceans. The ocean, deeply connected to the goddess and embodying the sacred union, is the source of all life.

This poem was sent to me because, despite the betrayals I’ve faced (also a few on this site), including the profound loss of my father—who is now, in essence, is dead to me—I continue on my path without fear. When you’ve lost everything, fear becomes irrelevant. The last few days, particularly this summer, have been incredibly challenging for me. I have experienced a total destruction that, while leading to resurrection, is undeniably painful.

For anyone struggling today, I want to extend a heartfelt hug and share this beautiful poem with you. I hope it inspires you to overcome whatever obstacles you may be facing, just as it has given me strength in my darkest moments. You can find more information about the poem in the link provided.

https://allpoetry.com/where-the-mind-is-without-fear

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 Elayne (Sophia Unveiled)