Imagine an electromagnetic ultraviolet ocean in the sky. Invisible to humans.

Imagine this ocean holds our collective unconscious. A fathomless, luminous, dark collection of all humankind’s shared memories (physical and neurological), our instincts (spoken and unspoken),
and our experiences (internal and external). 

Each particle an experience or memory. Trillions upon trillions of particles shifting and dancing throughout the global sky.

Currents shift and flow through this ocean. There are those surface currents created by the external force of global events - their momentum as the wind destabilises the surface of the ocean. Quick and mercurial, unreliable and fleeting.

Or there are deep currents - those that are born more slowly, accumulating over time. Currents formed in the depth of the ocean through the internal and unspoken heat, energy and will of the people.

This unstable exchange of heat and ultraviolet light destabilises both the ocean's surface and the oceans depth. This flow extends to the deepest part of the ocean and forms circulation patterns that eventually envelop and transform the global ocean.

Love, hate, anger, rage, hope - all deep currents that shift the particles of the ultraviolet ocean like sand granules through the sky.

Occasionally, these currents collide ultraviolet particles with such ferocity to activate collision energy which magnetises and pulls other particles together. Amorphous masses of singular particles built from our collective experiences. Over time the currents no longer disperse these structures but lap over the edges forming a mass, a body, a skin, an energy, a spirit. 

From the beginning of human-time there has been a gritty sediment circulating through-out this ocean. A luminescent convalescing of experiences, each one unique but fluorescing with pain, sadness and rage. 

The fragments of descarded and repressed memories of rape, sexual violence and assault - buried in our collective consciousness. The never ending burning embers of being silenced. The lives that have been lost. The lives who have been stigmatised. 

This sediment has hardened and magnetized into many forms since the beginning of time - each formation serving the time, the century and the people of the moment.

And as soon as there is a whisper that a particular manifestation of this spirit has served their purpose it dissolves back into the ocean only to be formed again, and again, and again.

Secret saints. unofficial deities..

A new spirit has arisen from the depths of this ocean and emerged out into the world. Unbound by the laws of human physics they become an invisible ever present breeze, the bristling sense of something beyond.  

She arrived within a host body like a lightning to a rod - bound with the bodies DNA and nervous system. She is fleeting, but ever powerful. She is our reminder. She is our collective patron saint of hope and rage in the face of rape, sexual violence and assault.