“I call upon the oldest of old ancient feminine, the original Mother. I call upon Hecate, Calleach, Nana Buruku, Baba Yaga, Kali, Pele, the wise ones, the Crones to come marching in to surround our sister that stands in the trenches of the patriarchal halls of the “White House!” May the truth split open the skies & Oya, goddess of storms, blow through the lies and illusions of the old order & it crumbles to the ground. May all women across eternity, those living and those dead stand behind around below & above Dr. Ford protecting and guiding her heart & voice. May all female ancestors that were burned, sacrificed, raped by the patriarchy who believed their God gave them permission to do as they pleased, scream like wild banshees to destroy the story that is killing us all. May tomorrow be a new dream that is an old dream from a long long time ago, a dream where all of creation stood in the circle of life and was celebrated for simply being an intricate part of this great mystery of living on the skins of Mother Earth! Bonewoman.” ~Reda Rackley