I AM THE GODDESS
and I speak now from the mouth of all women.
I am the Earth, the cradle of creation.
In the creases of My inner thighs lies your salvation;
Get down on your knees and worship Me.
Lay your face against the soft moss in the valley between My legs.
Abandon your clothes by the riverside and stretch your naked body along My sandy bank.
Press your full length against My yielding ground.
Dip your head into My cool green waters and sip 'til you are full.
If you cannot find a river that is clean enough to drink.....
If You Cannot Find A River That is Clean Enough To Drink
IF YOU CANNOT FIND A RIVER THAT IS CLEAN ENOUGH TO DRINK
Then stop! And think.

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