Queen in Exile

I am in an old castle which is in some sort of turmoil.

Everyone is leaving and there are people coming to take others away.

I am being directed to the Queen’s chambers and to wear her clothing.

People are saying I am the Queen and calling me “Your Highness” and “Her Majesty.” I can’t remember if I am a queen or a princess.

There is a man who is helping me, I ask him to retrieve me some other clothes. But I settle for the Queens’, seeing them as better.

I leave to go elsewhere and get captured and arrested. But my arrestor is on my side and knows I am the Queen. She is in some sort or Revolt and is taking me to safety.

There is so much in dreams that it is hard to share even a small amount of their wisdom.

But what sticks with me was my inability to know whether I am the princess or Queen, or accept either of them definitely.

It is so easy to play victim and forget our divinity and strength.

That which is in complete power over all of these inner parts of ourselves,

So much so that all indignity and inauthenticity bows down to it.

But if we forget, we can allow ourselves to fall prey to fear and misguided beliefs.

We can allow our Queen or Kingdom to be taken over and our very center and clarity to be the prize that those things wish to take for themselves.

Then we hide away, thinking it is safer to hide than to stand up and acknowledge ourselves as the heir, the monarch, the hero of our own destiny.

It’s time to take back the throne.

No more hiding.

The Grail Castle is in reach.

Art by Paul Sullivan- Pencil Primate