She knows now who she is...the phoenix is in flight.

       She was brought into that alien world an infant, so tiny and fragile, so innocent and sweet with a heart full of love, faith and hope and trust. She was embraced and nurtured and spoiled while being abused and tormented and twisted. At the worst moment something within her would always kick in-the truth bursting out like a knife through the heart, a stake to the brain, the only intent was self-defense.
       She learned to hate that, the belief and trust and hope that yes, they were bringing her into truth, to love, to family, to protection and affection and appreciation. And so she would bring her truth forth like a flower whose blossom showered precious stone, diamonds and crystals, the very milk of life it's self. Those precious stones emanated light and exposed the corruption, the plans and intent to steal by deceit, coercive persuasion and passive-aggressive narcissistic means. And she hated herself for being so stupid to begin with, to have gotten herself into that position.
      So she learned to love herself and accept the affection, the courtship to nourish her desire and validate and acknowledge it. The moment it began to twist, she left with the nourishment that was used as a carrot to lure her in. Instead of injecting her with their intended poison, she injected them with hers.
      For she had been given to sit at the side of the puppet master, to look down upon and into the world, to see the mechanics, the inner workings of the pyramid. She laughs at it's ingenious and how silly they are at every level for at each level is a variety offering of something to trust in, all undermining to it's seeker and perpetrator, so the one at the top always wins. She thanks him for view and dives back in.
     Now she is no longer dependent on them for the reassurance, it becomes HER carrot at the end of HER string being wielded by them, begging her to come in and inject her poison for she now knows who she is.
     She is innocence. She is truth. She is justice. She is immortal and incorruptible. She can not be threatened for she is the wielder of all the elements. The elements who will turn back upon the hands that wield them illegitimately.
      She is maiden, she is mother, she is seducer and corrupter of evil with innocence. A single spark in the dead of night expands to become an all-consuming fire. Like phoenix she soars immaterial in a material world, sparks flying from her wings into all the dark places, igniting and spreading and consuming and purifying.  Slashing with wingtips, tearing open so those sparks can fly in. She is no-nonsense and merciless, cutting the strings held by the puppet master himself and he rejoices at the carnage, he rejoices at the end, he laughs in the flames as they rise up to consume him. The pain is exquisite and he delights in it. His beautiful diamond in the rough has become his salvation, ending the all-consuming, endless need to consume and control and posses, the bottomless pit. He embraces the end like a long lost lover, squeezing her tightly to his breast, rubbing his cheek in her hair, relishing it's scent and disappearing into ecstasy and bliss.
     The phoenix's flames and sparks slow and stop and she begins to glow with and emanate a bright white light. She becomes a ball of warm glowing light, welcoming and embracing everything in sight. And as they are embraced her water begins to flow, a stream pouring forth from her very soul, to nourish to grow.
She is She Who Brings Life.
She stands in stillness allowing HER final resting place to be moved toward her.
The scroll that is usually opened above her this time of year is now placed in her hands. The only thing to be written upon it are her OWN intentions. Her will is freed from within. Her reign begins. Heads are turned to her stoic presence. Engagement begins.