I Am Love, Which The Vast Expanses Of Evil Can Never Still.

“The atheist staring from his attic window is often nearer to God than the believer caught up in his own false image of God.” ― Martin Buber

Holy Innana, I come to you as my saviour, my teacher, my guide, and my sister, I open my heart to you, and place my trust in your hands Guide my soul back towards our Mother, allow me to be open to her grace and love Help me to live by your example so I may return to the Perfection of our Blessed Mother Holy Daughter, Pray with me and for me now and through all lives Amadéa

Hi could you elaborate on everything

It's love

The feminine urge to curl up in the arms of Barbelo and have some peace and quiet.

we should be far more concerned that our theology is loving than if it is logical, pragmatic, or even "correct."

All will be well, with God’s help (I say in a rosarian, goddess-worship way)