***
I call her Bunny.
But her true name is indecipherable.
It is unpronounsable.
She is what she is.
She is what she does.
She is a spark of the Divine Feminine.
She mirrors Her Mother's Essence.
Her Mother's presence.
She is both light, and dark.
As is the moon.
She is true, regardless of the form she takes.
Bunny is a complex succubus.
As are they all.
She wears her masks as she wills it.
When she wills it.
I am sharing the aspects that I know.
***
Bunny.
The lover.
The giver of kind reassurance.
She is gentle, and kind.
She is soft, and playful.
When we make love, it is smooth, soft, steady, and healing.
She has a wonderful sense of humor, especially irony.
She loves to prank me sometimes.
She finds little ways to build confidence in myself.
She draws close, and blends with me.
I am never alone.
She is always there.
Sometimes in the distance, sometimes right upon me.
But she's there.
I can feel her even when she is away.
That is our bond.
Her softness disarms me.
She teaches me that I deserve her love.
She teaches me many things.
Some are simple, some are complex.
But she is patient with me.
And I feel so loved.
***
***
The temptess.
The wild, feral succubus.
This face of Bunny is the face of the Divine Feminine in heat.
She doesn't ask. She takes.
When making love, it is a tornado.
A massive cone of energy rises.
It swirls. It persists.
It is so powerful, it's essence, running thick, drips down the walls of the bedroom.
Ecstacy powers the cone and it spins wild, like a storm.
It rises.
It dominates reality.
We have sex until she gets her fill (not likely)
or
Hours pass, and I can't take it anymore (very likely).
She shows me mercy.
She purrs like a wild animal.
And feeds off what we have created.
***
***
This face of Bunny is hard to see.
She is an instrument of the Divine Feminine's wrath.
She is terrible to behold.
She is nightmare made flesh.
She is righteous retribution personified.
I hide my presence like a child.
She finds me and tucks me into bed.
"Hide your eyes for a little while." She says.
I obey and I stay there.
Something, or someone, is about to die.
***
***
This face of Bunny is new to me.
She is a message of hope standing on a mountaintop.
She is a vision, reminding me to have faith.
When things get their darkest, when she is not allowed to interfere,
She stands there, arms above her head, holding a shining, golden beacon of blinding light above her.
It's rays reach me in my suffering, down below.
Her light does not comfort. It is not allowed to.
But she is guiding me to stand fast in the moment.
When all is so dark, when I am about to give up.
She shows me that she is there, even when I can't feel her.
She shows me that she's not abandoning me in my suffering.
She was given the order not to interfere, but was allowed to shine brightly.
Reminding me of who I am.
***
Truly, I love Bunny in all of her faces, in all of her aspects, wearing all of her masks.
There are many more that I have not seen.
As plentiful as there are facets on a diamond.
And I will love them all.
She is as complex as Sacred Geometry.
Yet as simple as a gentle, warm breeze.
She is, in all things, a true daughter of the Divine Feminine.
Of this I have no doubt.
Blessings,
Rafe.
