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December 29th, 2008

“Fear shall be your ally. Never again shall you walk the path you have already trodden.”        

Thus the Unicorn Sovereign spoke.

Unicorn Woman
Unicorn Sovereign

December 29th, 2008

We didn’t find a publisher for our book yet, but till that happens, we will share it part by part in this section. Here you will find our stories woven together in one diary… as a start for each one of you to do the same. Weaving more stories into this unique quilt Alchemical Woman intends to be.

” January 18, 1992

The man who sleeps in my bed or I sleep in his bed, the father of our children, comes and goes from my life. To him it all looks very simple: my life, the origin of my idiosyncrasies and my rebellion, written or experienced in corners, my lack of sex.

Us, our family, our children.

I’m not a luxury doll all dressed up in pure silk, with long red nails. My only sophistication is to talk with the Angels, and the subject of conversation sure isn’t sex.

At our age, we men and women all over the world –conditioned as we are by the same historical processes– want to change and start over.

At this stage of the road, we look back on our lives at what we’re missing, at what we haven’t dared to do, and rush off to play catch-up and do courses, or give ourselves a rejuvenating makeover at a modern spa.

I don’t plan on taking courses. I must simply continue.

Each step makes the next, and I can’t change the origin of my steps. On my road I’ll find my seed, and my hands will reap what they must.

 “A good joy never comes too late.”

 What’s that? And my Angels repeat it:

 “A good joy never comes too late.”

 I’d never understood the saying properly till now.

I still don’t. What do they mean? What do they mean ‘happiness’? What do they mean ‘late’? What do they mean ‘good’? What do they mean ‘bad’? Men and women making a world we have to live in. Where will we wind up?

 “You cannot live your life at second-hand.

Life is a challenge that belongs to each of us, and we must run the risk in its entirety.”

 My Angels meditate. Glory to God in the highest and to men…

 “Riddles on earth and good luck to those who dare…”

 So an Angel whispers to me, beating his wings.

Everything’s tainted with great complicity. Them and me. I understand everything. Understanding everything, the great truce. Understanding, realizing, even if it only lasts a brief moment.”