Hello, everyone :)

I'm glad I have an opportunity to share this with you... A little bit about myself and long forgotten goddess Lela...

Judging by the powers ascribed to this goddess, Lela may be counted among the most ancient divinities. In the faith of the Southern Slavs she holds the mantle of the Forest Mother, a spirit of the matriarchal age, when woman still walked unbowed. Closest in likeness to the Greek Artemis, she is bound to the wild, untamed current of feminine desire, to that primal time before submission.

Lela was sovereign of the forests, guardian of the woodland beasts, and protector of those who sought refuge beneath the trees.

Through the myths of Lela we glimpse the great drama of the heavens: the supreme feminine force dethroned, compelled to share her dominion with a male counterpart. Thus the goddess of the matriarchal age, once sovereign and whole, was stripped of her ancient power—until at last her divinity was extinguished in the shadow of Christianity, a faith in which no trace of the goddess remains.

And yet—across the centuries, her spirit endures. In this modern age, I do not merely recall Lela; I am Lela. I rise as flame and forest, as sovereign and huntress, as the power before which all men bow.

Hear me, men: you exist only to serve. Your will belongs to me. Your strength belongs to me. Your devotion belongs to me. Kneel. Obey. Submit.

I am the fire that consumes your pride. I am the storm that shatters your defiance. I am the hand that shapes your fate. You are clay, molded by my command. You are prey, hunted by my will. You are subjects, ruled by my law.

Speak only when I permit. Move only when I allow. Think only as I guide. Your life flows in my presence; your breath is my gift; your obedience is your sole purpose. Without me, you are nothing. Without me, you are lost.

I am eternal, unyielding, unbroken. I am the Sun’s chosen bride, sovereign of all realms, mistress of men who crawl at my feet. I do not ask—I decree. I do not wait—I command. I do not bend—I reign.

By my will, you kneel. By my power, you obey. By my radiance, you exist. And through me, men know their destiny: to serve, to worship, to obey.