Nebula as Lilith

I see my practical magick coming through in writing and vision. I have this desire to peel back the layers of the universe to reveal the awe and power within us as co-creators. But I want magick to touch a world soul as well. This is what I see in the nebula of the Universe:

            A great Goddess looms in the universe - the mountains are her skirt. Her arms stretch forth forward and backward in time. She defiantly sets a determined course. Her face emits the glow of heat. She is more powerful than the forces that darken around her edges. A smattering of blue breaks through as hope's light. All the colors play with each other as acts of willful creation. She is pattern and heat mixed with dirt and steam. She is embodied, fully present, and not to be messed with. She will not be stopped or controlled, handled or suppressed. Her light bursts through centuries of decay - she is purpose - not lofty or heady, but healing. She will not be trifled with in her radical love of humanity. It is her time. She will lay with the beggar and lift the homeless. She will tear down the towers of ego and domination. She dares to speak in the midst of the destructions of cruelty. She reorganizes the elements and digs up the roots of oppression. Stardust sprinkles the texture of her clothing like a river of souls finally allowed to show their light - so dim at first but immutable. Her justice erupts like a volcano rolling down the mountains of her skirt. She is unfathomable to most, yet her time has come and she will never be silenced again.