“In the Craft, we do not believe in the Goddess — we connect with her; through the moon, the stars, the ocean, the earth, through trees, animals, through other human beings, through ourselves. She is here. She is within us all.”

—  Starhawk

The Spiral Dance: A Rebirth of the Ancient Religion of the Goddess (1979)

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