Bast

"Don't mistake my purr for peace, i guard the soul they try to lease. My claws are kissed by sacred fire, my gaze unmask the false desire. I dance with grace, but know this too: i do not wait to be rescued. I am the fire in feminine form, the love that heals, the rage that storms. The hand that soothes, the bite that warns: the goddess wrapped in rose and thorns. You don't tame me- i choose to stay. i walk my own untamed ballet. Bastet is more than charm of face, i burn with claws... and strike with grace. I am the guardian of the soul. The howl behind the woman's role. The hiss beneath the lullaby, the reason wounded girls don't die. I rise for every silent scream, the ones they called "too much", "too mean". But i don't shrink- i shine instead, you fear my flame? then bow your head. I do not kneel- i arch and rise. The night is mine, i claim the skies. I see through lies with feline ease... and answer threats with velvet teeth. So guard you soul, and mark your space. Protect your joy, your blood, your grace. Let Bastet teach what silence hides; a woman roars when truth divides." Daughter of Ra and Isis, she is a symbol of balance; between day and night, softness and power, peace and war. She knows when to let out her claws and roar and when words can be more effective: literally; she turn into a big, strong lion version of herself when angry and needed... called then "Sekmeth". She sees under every false intentions, knows when to open herself fully with love and grace and when to place her limits firmly and without compromise. She is the sacred femininity itself, the power of every woman that gives and protect life with her whole soul. The sistrum represent the uterus and everything around it, symbol of power, love and creation; it can also make music, something Bast is known to enjoy. Will you please and bow your head, or wake a storm?