|I am awed by what you have chosen to manifest. I have given you the power
to be separate from me, to manifest as your will desires, and you have produced beauty in
infinite variety: fragile, savage, tender, thunderous. Every shade of tenderness paints
your heart, every lustful drive burns behind your eyes. You would hide this power from me.
But I feel it emanating from your chest like a great white blinding light, tangible,
seducing, drawing me into your aura.
Do not be ashamed of all that you feel, whether
noble or animal. For I have given you these powers, these dual natures for deepest lust
and for highest love.
You feel in your loins the power of the she-lion, prowling for her mate, clawing the
unsatisfactory suitor, allowing only he whose seed is strong enough and whose heroic drive
intense enough, to deserve her access. He who is not deserving is torn to pieces without
remorse and left for carrion. This is the glorious animal drive I have given you, born
from your mother Gaia, the earth in all her fury.