only you know when It is speaking within you. when you are no longer other gods, but your own. you, the spine with all feeling carried in it without martyrdom or unattainable graciousness but with simply I Am Here. without holy waters or candles burning or conjure women gathered in circles in the middle of the forest--with simply the hum from all those places, the whisper inside all of them collected in the breath coming from my spine. when your whisper is the only thing you hear, fuming through every layer of skin on your skin, through every layer of skin on your thought, grazing hairs on those skins that will stand, every part of you will stand and it will be the only standing you do that is not forced. that does not break the feeling in the arch of your spine because it is aligned. because it is god.