Elena Ribet (Italy)

People, I belong to you. Street, I belong to you. I am the sky petrified by a volcanic plume. I am the lake where the bowels of the earth have set their codes. I am destiny, trapped in the hands of another god who is not me. I am she who ordered the volcanoes to be silent or to speak. Even the moon’s soul arms its legions to appease me.

Deliver us from evil amen amen bed turns to dust amen water slides into earth amen hands slide over eyes. We want a prophecy of light in the name of the Mother, the Daughter and the Spirit of the Earth we want the mother of the rain beyond the mystery there is no war, only the dumbstruck gaze of the heart.

Why in the sky was there fire? We went beyond and beyond the sky, to Andromeda, the elected galaxy my mother's motherland, a great free nebula, where we were conceived in her word-logos. Impetuous women looked on, warriors and Amazons without violence, without desire for man’s dominion, unlike men. Positive energy and power Rearing before the armour of all the exclusions, now dissolved. The drum calls, and called us. Teach me, drum, the initiation ceremony of the third millennium, the way, the technique of the shaman. Teach me how to master myself, mistress, without dominating, teach me where, how I heal, how to heal.

We continued on to Andromeda flying in a strange fog. The foremothers gathered around us to ask. As if we were them. As if I were the foremother. To flee, to flee. It almost seemed to desecrate that place-non-place. Then, in search of our own key-place, of my own key-symbol, then ...

I saw HER/HIM a witch-warlock shaman woman, Wo-Man, to put it in the way of poets I saw the long white mask A with only three black slits, two eyes, an O-shaped mouth a huge, long, white skirt maybe a sceptre, no, a pin, no, a wand with a knob on top, no, a staff, which seemed to speak like forefathers with horns, a crescent moon towards the sun and the moons and then the other foremothers circled around us again S/HE spoke an incomprehensible tongue of grunts and sounds S/HE unapproachable, there behind and within the answers to our questions all white and white now, but without fog.

And then you sucked us back, into the circle of fire, among the clouds, into the wind, up to the stone canopy where we started out and we each felt called by name "Come back, come back", to the beat of the drum, to the beat of the heart, T’, t’, t’, t’m, t’m, t’m, time, time, in time in a new space in the heart and here, in woman and here, yes, on the earth, with the drum, alive, and yes, it was better “there”, to come back crossing the fire of heaven, and then home, galaxy, big bang. From the centre of the circle, from the visible To the invisible, coming back in the blink of an eye, to come back there, here, knowing how, knowing how and where, knowing ...

I am woman who heals (me) I am woman who heals (the world) I am woman who heals (she says) Woman who teaches Woman who rediscovers Woman who regenerates woman who regenerates herself I am energy woman
sun woman goddess-woman god-woman mother and daughter woman who goes and returns