The 'Goddess' in Oracle Card Goddess

or, loving the self

Because my clairvoyant work is so inextricably linked with who I am, any brand name needs to match the me that does this work. And the name I chose when I rebranded a few years ago was ‘Oracle Card Goddess’. OCG for short. I say chose, but it chose me.

The name change was necessary because I, and the work I did, had changed so much, but I had been at sea searching for a new one until the day the She, the Goddess, paid a visit.

For me, all words are living breathing nuggets of Universal Force. They all have an essence that goes far beyond their meaning for purposes of communication. They are sound, they are presence, they are power. They are a manifestation.

‘Goddess’ was revealed to me as true spiritual power, a declaration of alignment with the Divine force of the ‘All That Is’, a dedication to the frequency of the Divine feminine. A powerful frequency of light made manifest in the earth realm through sound and letters. A frequency that I had unknowingly brought towards me, because at the time, I was feeling anything but a Goddess.

The She visited during a time of cataclysmic heartbreak. The kind that floors you on a Tuesday afternoon and you find yourself unable to breathe. The kind where the entire life you thought you saw ahead of you disappears and is replaced with a life unknown. I knew grief, it had made a home in my heart some years previously, but I had never known this level of grief or loss for someone who was still very much alive and breathing. I know now that it was more than one lifetime of lost connection that I was grieving. A Divine meeting of souls that was beyond the confines of time and space.

My heart ached deeply and in the process I rejected myself. I blamed and chastised myself for not having seen what was coming. For the ‘no’ that was on the horizon. “No, you are not the one I am choosing.”

I thought it would be the end of me, such was the chasm in my breast, a disturbance in the force. Love for another and love for self became a memory, and I entered into the dark night of the soul. It wasn’t just this loss, every childhood wound of not being wanted also marched in to join the gathering and have their say: “You should have been a boy”, they said, “Nobody wanted you ~ a girl. You, dear, are neither wanted nor loved”.

In this darkness I lived, head bowed, howling in silent mourning.

And in this darkness it was the spirit of Goddess that came to my door. It was the She who picked me up. It was the She who held my battered heart and told me: “You, my dear, are a Goddess, and you are deeply, deeply loved.”

I didn’t believe it.

But as month passed month and time stretched into years, her words reached deep within, and the She and I started the long climb back to love, to the love of self, to the frequency of the Goddess.

“You are Goddess, and you are Mighty. You are Beauty, and you are Light,” she repeated often, her words a shaft of light that broke through the dark night and nourished the first seedlings of a new love. A new love for the me that had survived the cataclysm.

And so Goddess I became, in my life and in my work, little by little, moment by moment. It was a bold reclamation, a reclaiming of truth of my being, a truth of the core essence of us all. A reconnection with the real love of my life. Me.

Many days still I hear the voice of the past shrieking: “Who the hell do you think you are? Goddess? Ha!” Many, many days I don’t feel I live up to this exalted term. But the She is always there, whispering. “You Are Goddess. You are Love. You are Beauty. You are Divine.” And I listen. And I take note. And I believe.

“I am the She

I am Goddess

I am the All That Is

I am Beauty

I am Light

I am Divine

I am Power

I am Mighty

I am Love

I am the All That Is

I am Goddess

I am the She.”

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