When I was in my early 40’s, after The Very Bad Marriage, a therapist was trying to convince me how angry I was. She was encouraging me to scream and throw office pillows. Trying to please her, I stood up and attempted to conjure up some violence. Nothing happened.
As I stood there, I suddenly became someone else. I was shorter then ‘me’; a woman with brown hair pulled up on her head, wearing a short white tunic. I had a long spear in my left hand that dug firmly into the ground. I was standing on a hill looking downward, regarding a vast moving army of men in a valley below.
This woman said, “I’m Hadja, The Goddess Of War, long before your known times.”