Great Mother of the Sun
Descend into the arms of the earth
Winged Goddess of Balance
Come unto us who cry out to you
For justice and truth and strength
For we are struggling with a disease
That seems infinite and powerful.

We call upon you to help balance the energies
That man has unleashed upon the earth
We call upon you to bring the truth
That humans will awake to their folly
We call upon you to give us strength
To persevere on all levels in healing the earth
In organizing, in uniting
And in bringing a halt to her destruction!

We invoke
The black free-standing feather of Maat
The crystal star gleaming within
The outpouring of interstellar energies
Flowing and snaking through the earth
Filling every living thing
With the will toward harmony
And balance.

We invoke the point of equilibrium
The force of momentum,
Gravity and electron-spin resonance
Filling us with the song
Of balance.

We invoke the law of the universe
The innate delicate stasis-in-flow
That governs all things
May we channel this energy in our work
May we be a conduit of the black flame of justice
And the silence of truth-in-action
May we be unified with all living beings
Through the breath of Maat
And may her heart-beat fill our ears
As the sound of a singing healed planet!

O Maat!
Mother of infinity
Goddess who guides the Sun
The planets
And all the ever-moving stars
Guide us now in our hour of need!
Embrace us that we may walk the tightrope
Of species and planetary survival.
Magnify the conscious, the inner voice
Of every human being
And every society
Reveal to them the horror
The sickness and the evil
That exists in the possible future
Of a ruined planet
Show them the suicidal path
That we are blindly treading
Heedlessly tossing poisons and garbage as we go
Show them the twisted result
Of what we are leaving
Our children’s-children’s-children:
The toxic seas
The ravaged land
The silent animals. . .
Wake them up to the horror
They are sleeping amidst!
Shock them!
With your lightening gaze
Assault them!
With your beating wings
Chill them!
With your spatial winds
That they may see and realize
What they are doing
Before it is too late !
May we all undo that which has been done
Before it is too late
May the natural balance of the earth
Be restored
Before it is too late!
Great cosmic Mother
May it be so.

Tua Maati!
We invoke the black haired Goddess
Who balances the souls of all beings
Who, weighed with the heart,
Reveals all things.
May we be so weighed
And found noble.
May we enter the abode of Amenta
May we enter the chamber of truth
And stand before the great power of justice
Maat, crowned with the feather
Reveal yourself in all your manifestations

Come as a black child of mirth
Dancing and singing the balance
Of the earth

Come as the great Mother
Covered with constellations
Giving birth to the balance
Of the earth

And come
We call you
We warriors who strive for the earth
As Maut, the vulture
Crowned with the moon
With the red eyes of judgment
And the claws of retribution
Of an angry and injured earth!

We call forth the center of truth and justice
From within and without
We name this power Maat
And we manifest it here and now
As knowledge, will and action
In service of the planet Earth.

Through the strength and energy of our arms
May the balance of Maat
Be done!

Through the clarity of our minds and loins
May the balance of Maat
Be done!

Through the black flame of justice in our hearts
May the balance of Maat
Be done!

A ka dua!
Tua Maati!
Tua Maat!
Tua ma!

©2010 by Aion131.
Edited by Sheta Kaey

Forgotten over the years
Pushed to the back of minds weighed down with mundane concerns
He waits in solitude for the day
When someone may remember, and keep him company

A chill wind blows from the north
Reminding one who lives along the shore
Of someone she held dear in time long past
Yet the thought is more a whisper than a shout

He feels the pain of being a promise broken
Yet still he abides behind the veil
A soul immortal cannot die
But can be buried by the wretchedness of anguish borne alone

He looks down upon the sea below his vantage point
And longs to be free of his boundless solitude
He extends his arms, and falling forward from the height, joins the sea birds in their flight
Twisting, wheeling, unafraid

The soul immortal cannot die
He touches surf and is drawn beneath the waves
The sun reflects off the surface of the water,
Revealing a dark, familiar shape below

Along another shore in a world far away
A woman feels a pang within her breast
She is weary and wishes she could sleep forever
And walk the shores of an eternal dream

Something lies beneath the surface of her memories
A treasure that she lost long ago
Someone who understood the unflagging sorrow
A breath inhaled and exhaled, lost forever

She will reach beyond the veil this night
And take the hand of the one who waits
Forgotten to the conscious mind that buries dreams beneath stacks of unpaid bills
Burdened by joys thrust aside in favor of unending toil

Some things cannot be explained away by logic
Tested away by science, prayed away by dogmatic religion
She has labored long and hard for futile gain
Happiness has waited long enough

Tonight she shall sail away to join the one who waits beneath the waves
To dwell on shadowed shores where the blinding light of the orthodoxy never reaches
She is weary of a world wherein to survive she must forget what she holds most dear
Tonight is her last night among the striving masses

Tonight at last he rises from the sea
To dwell forever in the shadows of a land
Created by the dark dreams of souls misunderstood
Never again shall he abide alone
For at last he has someone to dream with

Rose LeMort is a clairvoyant and fiction author. Her first published work will be a revision of the 2007 novel, Eternal Death I: Lost Beneath the Surface, which was originally penned by Lily Strange. The revised novel is due out by the end of this year. Rose works in tandem with her spirit companion, Kai Rikard. For more information, visit Rose’s website or her Facebook page.

©2010 by Rose LeMort.

on an Easter long ago
the Dark Night of the Soul
the self crucified on the cross of Ego
“Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?”
It is Finished!

the stone, Restriction,
rolled away by Will
light beamed forth
from within

it was I who arose
bearing the Light
no grace, no guilt,
no sin, no god in sight

I laughed
stepping forth into the Day
created by the spark within
shedding rays of Light, Life, Love and Liberty

©2010 by Shawn Gray.

Bless my space, O Lord!

North, south, east, west;
My Lord brings me all things blessed.
East, west, south, north;
All shadow, our God’s life drives forth.
South, north, west, east;
Angels draw us to the bridal feast.
West, east, north, south;
Let wisdom’s winds flow through my mouth.

From earth and sky,
All evil fly
From blessed birth
In sky and earth.

From sea and fire,
Our foes retire.
By fire and sea,
Comes love to me.

©2010 by Ambrose Hawk.
Edited by Sheta Kaey.

Then, when thou knowest first the Wheel of Destiny complete, mayest thou perceive THAT Will which moved it first. (There is no first or last.)”
— #78, The Book of Lies, By To Mega Therion

0.
No breath, no time
Neither darkness nor light
No thing
Then wind, the sound of pipes
Pain of birth, awareness dawns
A beast-man dancing
Amidst the chaos
Water, flame, rock and storm
Heavy breath of fetid swamp
Lizard god on gray throne

1.
Fashioned from the soul of matter
Seeds break open; cycles
The Great Mother opens her eyes
Sweeping all before her in a flood
The play of a child
She gives the beasts of the forest tongues
And teaches them the spells of life

2.
To her a sun of fire is born
Upon the sacred hill of winter
He sits upon her throne
As her symbol
Gold and green, horns of fire upon his head
Too beautiful
The beasts who worshiped killed him
They ate his flesh and drank his blood
Forgetting the Mother who tends the grave

3.
From the East a star is shining
The Mother again gives birth;
Light shines forth from her belly
A golden hawk
Scatters the beasts
Tears down the tarnished image
Slaying the priests of the dead god

4.
Fire falls upon the throne
Dying down
Turning to red then black and twisting
Shadows are white
A woman appears
Stepping from the flame
She is black and featureless
She holds before her a black feather
And a luminous jewel
These she has balanced with her hands
A shadow covers all
The feather is left upon the throne
Until the starry tide washes all away. . .

©2010 by Aion131

The Point of Light is within the Darkness of Matter
Malkuth is a Gateway direct to Kether
As Kether is both the seed (1) and actuality (10) of One
As Many
The 10- Thousand Things are the
One- Thing
And the 1-Thing is reflected/refracted
In every single Facet/Manifestation
Within Malkuth
Thus Ever the Bride
The 10- thousand things are the Throne of Making
Upon it sits the non-sub-supra particle
The Point of Light
The Crown
One movement
Is reflected/refracted
In every shard, every facet, every angle of the Bride
The Mother of All; Ma
What you say you do
What you think you have done
What you contemplate is the unfolding cosmos
What you strive for is a tightrope walk
Called Art
The thin string is streaaaaaached between
Kether and Malkuth
This is the hidden way of the Sage
Not the Right Hand Path of endless Pontificating
Not the Left Hand Path of emptiness and detachment
The Hidden Third Way
This is the Kingdom, the Heaven, the Nirvana — it really is that simple.
Kether is in Malkuth
Malkuth in Kether
1 is in 10
And 10 in 1
the path is through the non existent 0
In other words
It never was.
1 is all ways = 1
So simple
So real
So unnoticed by all who are wrapped
In a nasty blanket of Woe and Samsara
Ah. Well.

The Root & Tree Touch Crown Root
Call it: KetKuth
It is the Self-Reflected Mind
Mirror and Being
The Double Tree
The Vajra
The Lightning Bolt Dhyana Synapse
Union

. . .

As all words unravel, it is the absurd that slips in
Stealing just a bit
Of the Fire of Heaven
Back to that rock and hungry vulture later!
It is self-indulgent anyway.
The Promethean Fire leaps up and the chains break
The gods have fled or are drowsy/sleeping
There is none to oppose his reemergence but the Old One
The Old Man — the crabby old Archon
But light and laughter and love
Trump politics and pissing contests in the end

So the verbiage slowly. . . stills. . .
The mind worms are settled — a shimmer like dawn or dusk
Pervaded the mind

From Mind it comes
To Mind it goes
The actuality is the proof of the Unity
The dispersion is proof of the unfocused dis-ease.
Our world brings us to the focus we will
And we will it to be and bring forth itself with Love

So simple, so complex — so utterly without form or logic
Ah! But with joy! Ha!

Have Fun
Catching the Firefly
In the Garden

©2010 by Aion131

Pan was lonely for the chase 

Moon-white thighs and wine’s embrace 

But the mood upon the land

was of cold and Death

He chanced upon the Waste in dread

Dreaming ferns and soft sunlight 

When into his loneliness came 

The cry of a Hawk 

and thunder awoke at the sound of its wings

Pan, called Dead, arose and trod 

the Dreams of serfs

to the end of the road 

There he spied naught but void

He saw within the darkness
a Shadow dancing in silence 

He perceived it was a Goddess

He, alone for aeons, trembled

With a shot and then a cry 

He launched himself into the sky

unleashing the raging
dance about him

She whose laughter is the starlight 

played about his shaggy form 

As he played his pipes 

she sang

The music they weave spins the stars

Galaxies dance about their play

She who is NOT

Loving he who is ALL

Dancing upon the Sands of Night
above the hallowed depths of darkness
between creation and destruction

Hail to the Twin flame 

Who are NONE in their joy.

©2010 by Aion131.
Edited by Sheta Kaey.

I am the Bull in the Garden;
I am the lightening in the clouds;
I am the thunder in the air;
I am the rain kissing the earth;
I am the whirlwind
that crashes from heaven to Earth,
that raises Earth dancing to Heaven.

I am S/He
In whom God is manifest upon Earth.
I am the Great Jewel
brought down from Heaven,
raised up from Earth.

This place is sacred,
for here the Great God comes forth,
and Earth is blessed and transformed
into a sphere of light and blessing.

I am Sacred
because here the Great Spirit dwells,
and Light shines Gold out of my ruin;
where S/He builds up the walls of Jerusalem.

I am transformed.
I am the Hidden Tabernacle of the Most High
beyond the altar of incense0
in the secret Holy of Holies.

I am carried
into the Court of the Nations.

Amen.
Alleluia!

©2010 by Ambrose Hawk.
Edited by Sheta Kaey.

My mind playing tricks on my eyes
That golden glow bringing me into
worlds of pumpkin coaches.
Valkyrie in flight,
neverlands that never were,
yet so much more real than
what passes for day to day.

Sadness is beauty brought down by ugliness,
truth succumbing to convenient lies.
Joy is opening all the senses into the
spectrum of beauty.
No moderation,
no limitation,
no convenient structural captivity.
Let the stars be shining beacons
calling us home.
Let the wind be a magical cloak,
the rain an exultation.
Let the cold, dark night be
a treasured, inspiring friend.

Let the night take me forward
Into ever-fulfilling fantasies
The never-empty cup,
the magic wand/magic word,
sprinkled with faery dust,
toasted with the fine bubbles
of celluloid champagne.
Let us, the night and I, sneak off into
exotic adventure.
Let us learn the secrets of the Moon and Stars,
ancient runes and alchemical wonders.
Let us play upon the backs of dragons,
learning to fly,
learning to breathe fire,
learning to explore the mountain peaks
and caverns of
our chthonic fears
and spin them into gold.

The new day dawning
it will encounter clouds and hailstorms,
turbulence and destruction.
It will be a day of startling showers and
unsettled wind,
of unreasoned pain
and empty solace.
It will be a day to try our souls.
But it will be a day of infinite possibilities.

Let my good friend, the night,
join me in play
to help prepare me for the day.
Let the earth and fire and rain and wind
infuse my spirit
that we all be fellow friends
in the new ventures
coming with the light.

©2010 by Laurie Corzett.
Edited by Sheta Kaey.

 
 
Artemis Pangaia!
 
Mystery of mystery
White light within the Flame
The Hidden Fire
Is the Heart of Nature.
The brilliant Light
Erupts from Yoni
In the scream-cry-chant of Birthing
Cosmic, Whole, All Embracing
Transforming All.
Light beyond all lights
Luminescent, Transcendent
Peacock Sheen
Beyond.
Body of Flaming Sun
Of crystalline brilliance of full glowing moon
All rays of Star-Light
One light
A Ray.
The Flame of the World
The Flame of the Altar
The Flame that is the blazing aura
Of a Stalk of Wheat
A Branch of Offering
The Tree of Life;
The shimmering Light that is HER
Is scattered as an ever out-rippling cascade of Stars
Shining forth from Her Heart,
her Breasts,
her Yoni
Creating the Stars- the Sun and Moon
And the glimmering life in Every Living Thing .
Mystery of Mystery
The Light
Reflected in a million smiles, a million lives,
A million Minds- One Mind
Transforming All
Consciousness
Awareness and
Feeling
Into awe and love that is endless and deep.
Re-Birth!
Kyria Kore!
Hekas, Hekas, Este Bebeloi!!!
Artemis Pangaia!
A New Life is Born!
 

©2009 Aion131

The air is crystal hard, not clear;
Chilled by mottled, somber blankets.
Cold grey on darker grey
Lift pillars above the dull snow.
Yet this drear light lies.
Beyond the grimly bare trees
Wild rose and black briars
Set stealthy green shoots.
Below the grimy, frozen slush
Day lilies and daffodils
Swell towards their spring explosion.
Above the lowering, gloomy clouds
Summer’s sun begins to spiral
Towards its golden kaleidoscope.
Come, companions, into my fire
Where salamanders dance their release
Of Vernal rainbows trapped by leaves
Into this log for this fire to dance warmth
To make the sterile cold, pregnant.

©2004, 2009 by Ambrose Hawk.

Ambrose Hawk is the author of Exploring Scrying He currently resides in the Ozarks forests with a pride of rescued of cats, his beloved wife, and their stray terrier, Darling.

 
 

I hear music in the chilling winds from the sea.
It is wailing my lonely cry, “Come back to me.”
In loneliness, my heart aches so I want to die.
Winds, blowing over the sea, sing my mournful cry.

Yesterday my darling and I strolled hand in hand
On the shore, barefoot, digging our toes in the sand.
Mist from the sea breeze bathed our tear-stained faces,
As we built air castles of faraway places.

With hearts breaking, we knew our dreams could never be.
No tomorrows together, we would ever see.
Then from me, the Death Angel carried her away.
In memories, I live the dreams of yesterday.

Through the veil of the wind, I see her lovely face.
From the wings of the wind, I feel her warm embrace.
In whispering winds, I hear her calling to me.
The wind echoes my lonely cry, “Come back to me.”

©2009 Tina L. Salley. Originally published in The Poetry of Life:A Treasury of Moments by the American Poetry Association, ©1987 by Juanita McIntyre. Tina L. Salley represents the poetic estate of Mrs. McIntyre. All Rights Reserved. Used with permission.

Creature of God, I wish thee no ill
But just to teach thee: rule thy will.
Christ’s love invokes His Might as Son
To heal the hurt thy choices have done.
Thus, when harm may rule thy mind,
Only good shall come to me and mine;
Rebounding damage that thou might choose
Until thou learn such harm to refuse.

©2004, 2009 by Ambrose Hawk.

Ambrose Hawk is the author of Exploring Scrying He currently resides in the Ozarks forests with a pride of rescued of cats, his beloved wife, and their stray terrier, Darling.

 
 
In the still of the dark of the moon
after the revelry has passed on
deep, deep into the frozen fields of dreamless sleep
we, walking, silently, along the riverbed
breathing in ancient ash of woodsmoke
breathing out long-growing tears
to weave ghostly tentacles
along our path
take each others’ hand up to our heart
to pray, to kiss, to whisper
thus casting an eternal spell.

©2009 by Laurie Corzett.
Edited by Sheta Kaey.

Laurie Corzett (libramoon) publishes the visionary art ezine Emerging Visions.

 

 
 
Use any preliminary ritual you like —
Banish, Create a Circle, Meditate.
 
By the light of a dark indigo candle
place The Devil Card of any tarot
(The Thoth Deck is recommended)
in the Center of your altar.
There should also be tokens of Kali —
a simple inverted triangle, a cup of dark wine, dark incense… etc.
Sit in ½ lotus upon an animal skin or black wool cloth.
Surround yourself with appropriate objects of power.
Meditate deeply on the card.
Raise your right hand up;
with your left touch the ground.
Visualize the Image of an Eye
Manifesting before you…
 
*******
 
YOU ARE IN A DARK FOREST
ABOUT YOU ARE COWLED FIGURES WITH TORCHES
SILENTLY GOING TO THE SABBAT
YOU FOLLOW THEM THROUGH THE UNDERBRUSH
UNTIL YOU COME TO A ROCKY CLEARING
THERE IS A CAVE ENTRANCE
A CLEFT IN THE BLACK ROCK
VINES CLINGING ABOUT IT
YOU AND THE OTHERS SQUEEZE THROUGH THE OPENING
ONE BY ONE
COMING TO A LARGE STONE CIRCLE
SURROUNDED BY MANY TORCHES
IN THE CENTER A BONFIRE
AND AN ANCIENT GRAVEN IMAGE
HERE THE CELEBRANTS STRIP
RUBBING SWEET-SMELLING OINTMENT ON EACH OTHER
NAKED THEY BEGIN TO DANCE
AND WEAVE AND LAUGH AND CARESS EACH OTHER
BANGING DRUMS AS THEY STAMP AND DIP
YOU GO TO THE CENTER
AND STARE UP AT THE STONE IMAGE
WITH FLOWERS, FRUIT AND EGGS PILED AT ITS FEET
IT IS HORNED AND HORNEY
WITH ERECT PHALLUS AND YEARNING VAGINA
HAIRY FACE AND BREASTS
KILLING, HEALING, FUCKING, AND GIVING BIRTH
GREAT BEAST AND DARK MOTHER
THERE IS BLOOD ON ITS HEAD
AND A HUGE SMILE ON ITS FACE
AND SOMEONE WHISPERS, “BAPHOMET”
AND FACELESS HANDS BLINDFOLD YOU
AND A VOICE WHISPERS, “DO YOU WISH TO KNOW?”
YOU NOD YOUR HEAD AND ARE BEING LIFTED UP
YOU KISS THE IMAGE
AND ARE SUDDENLY OVERCOME
WITH EVERY SEXUAL FANTASY IMAGINABLE
THROUGH THE GATE OF ORGASM
YOU SEE A GLOWING EYE
AND FLOW TOWARDS IT AND ENTER IT
 
SUDDENLY YOU ARE ON A DESOLATE PLAIN
DEAD GRASS, BLACK NIGHT, HOWLING WOLVES
YOU ARE IN A GRAVEYARD
SURROUNDED BY BONES, SMOKING PYRES AND ASHES
SUDDENLY WALKING CORPSES APPEAR
ALSO GHOSTS AND SKELETONS
MONSTERS AND GHOULS
THEY ALL WALK TO THE CENTER OF THE GRAVEYARD
AND YOU FOLLOW THEM TO A FIRE
AND THE MONSTERS BEGIN TO DANCE
DRINKING BLOOD
HOWLING AND POUNDING SKULLS
AND BEFORE YOU IS ANOTHER ANCIENT STONE IMAGE
AND IT IS ALMOST THE SAME AS THE LAST
BUT THE VAGINA IS LARGER
THE RIBS ARE SHOWING
AND THE BREASTS ARE SHRIVELED
AND HUMAN FLESH, BLOOD AND HAIR ARE THERE
A SCARLET FLOWER SITS ATOP HER HEAD
AND A COLD, BONY HAND GRABS YOU
AND A GHOST GIBBERS, “DO YOU WISH TO KNOW?”
YOU NOD YOUR HEAD AND ARE BEING LIFTED UP
YOU KISS THE IMAGE
AND SUDDENLY ARE OVERCOME
WITH EVERY HORROR DEATH NIGHTMARE IMAGINABLE
THROUGH THE GATE OF DEATH
YOU SEE A GLOWING EYE
AND FLOW TOWARDS IT AND ENTER IT
 
YOU ARE IN SPACE
STARING AT THE EARTH
GREEN, BLUE, WHITE, AND BEAUTIFUL
THEN YOU SEE A GIANT HAND OF LIGHT
REACHING UP AND SPINNING THE GLOBE
YOU SEE BIRTH, LIFE, WORK, AND PLAY
ANIMALS AND PLANTS SWIRLING
BREEDING, SWARMING, SPREADING
FORMING, DESTROYING, JOINING, AND SPLITTING
ALL THE PAIN, BUSTLE, ACTION OF LIFE
THEN YOU SEE ANOTHER HAND
LARGE AND BLACK
REACHING DOWN TO THE EARTH TO SPIN IT
THEN YOU SEE DEATH, DECAY, AND HUNGER
THINGS ENDING, DRYING, HIDING
LIFE ENERGY SINKING, DISPERSING, AND FADING
KEEPING THE SWARMING MASSES OF PLANTS AND ANIMALS
FROM OVERWHELMING EACH OTHER
FROM DEVOURING THE PLANET COMPLETELY
DELIVERING THE SICK AND UNWANTED FROM SUFFERING
AND THE DANCE OF LIFE AND DEATH
SWIMS AND FLOWS ACROSS THE EARTH
IN SPIRALS AND LEAPS AND TWISTS
 
YOU BECOME FULLY AWARE OF A GIANT FIGURE
DANCING IN SHADOW BEHIND THE EARTH
AND BOTH HANDS SEEN WERE FROM THIS BEING
AND IT IS SLOWLY DANCING
AND WITH EACH MOVEMENT
LIFE AND DEATH SHIFT ON THE EARTH
AND SUDDENLY YOU MOVE BACK
AND SEE THE FIGURE
HORNED AND FULL BREASTED
SOMETIMES MALE
ALWAYS FEMALE
SKIN BLACK AS NIGHT
LONG HAIR SHAKING
WEARING A SNAKE AND BONES
BEATING A DRUM
KEEPING THE BALANCE
 
THE CHANT “JAI MA!” ECHOES
ON AND ON AND ON…
 
IT IS THE RULER OF THE WORLD
THE INITIATOR OF THE MYSTERIES OF LIFE AND DEATH
THE GUARDIAN OF THE LEFT
THIS GLOWING AWESOME FIGURE SMILES AT YOU
AND A COLD WIND CARESSES YOU
AND THE BLACK ONE MURMURS, “DO YOU WISH TO KNOW?”
YOU NOD YOUR HEAD AND ARE BEING LIFTED UP
YOU KISS THE RULER OF THE WORLD
AND SUDDENLY ARE OVERCOME…
AND YOU ARE GIVING BIRTH
AND YOU ARE GRIEVING A DEATH
AND YOU ARE HEALTHY AND FIT
AND YOU ARE DYING OF DISEASE
AND YOU AND FULL AND ENERGETIC
AND YOU ARE STARVING AND LISTLESS
AND YOU FEEL AND SEE AND EXPERIENCE
THE LIFE AND DEATH OF EVERY PERSON ON EARTH
AND YOU SEE YOURSELF IN THE MIDST OF THE CROWDS
CONTRIBUTING TO THE FLOW
OF LIFE AND DEATH
BY YOUR EVERY ACTION, EVERY MEAL, EVERY THOUGHT
YOU SEE PSYCHIC CHAINS
ATTACHED TO YOU
FROM EVERYONE YOU KNOW
FROM EVERYTHING YOU OWN
PEOPLE AND THINGS YOU LOVE AND HATE, USE AND DISCARD
AND THE BIGGEST CHAINS
ARE HELD BY THE MASTER OF THE WORLD
WHO IS LAUGHING AND CRYING
 
“NOW YOU KNOW,” SAYS THE GOD-DESS
“AND KNOWLEDGE IS POWER.”
AND YOUR THIRD EYE OPENS
AND AS HE/SHE DANCES
IT GIVES THE CHAINS INTO YOUR HANDS
AND YOU KNOW THAT THE WORLD
AND ALL ITS THINGS
AND ALL ITS PEOPLE
AND ALL ITS OBSESSIONS
AND ALL ITS TEMPTATIONS, HORRORS, AND PLEASURES
IS THERE TO TEACH AND LIBERATE
OR TO ENSLAVE AND ENTRAP
THE DECISION IS YOURS
 
YOU SEE A GLOWING EYE
AND FLOW TOWARDS IT AND ENTER IT
 
AND YOU ARE BACK IN YOUR TEMPLE
AND YOU FEEL YOUR THIRD EYE CLOSE
AND THE VISIONS END
BUT THE KNOWLEDGE REMAINS
 
End the meditation by chanting
JAI KALI MA!
JAI KALI MA!
 
JAI KALI MA!
 
SHANTI SHANTI SHANTI!
 
Earth the energy. Banish.
Have fun.

©2009 Aion 131
Edited by Sheta Kaey

O thou who sails Binah’s black sea
Whose term is undefined
O thou whose sickle circumscribes
The arc of a lifetime

O thou who gives but twenty-four
Divisions in a day
And never grants a moment more
No matter how much we delay

O thou that mocketh every pow’r
That we here on Earth may know
From your seat above the Great Abyss
Ruling times to reap and sow

O thou that giveth birth to gods
And then devoureth one by one
Great civilizations of mankind
Left in dust as you plow on

O thou who comest to collect
Souls as the clock begins to chime
Thou known throughout the Aeons
By the feared name Father . . . tick. tick. tick.

Against the now I raise my cry,
“Death is not the end of all!
— save only of the dross of Earth
returning downward in the Fall.”

For here I raise the flaming Lance
And from the pulsing wonder-tree
Eyes open now I smite thee with
The blazing spear of Eternity.

©2009 Shawn Gray
Edited by Sheta Kaey

Shawn is an ex-pat Canadian who lives in Japan studying and teaching martial arts. A practicing ceremonial magician and Thelemite, he is currently in the final year of a Masters Degree in Western Esotericism from the University of Exeter. You can view his website here.

Dancing God: Poetry Of Myths And Magicks
Diotima
Version available:
CreateSpace (May 6, 2008)
ISBN: 978-1438210643
206 pages
Reviewer: Lupa

 

Poetry usually isn’t my preferred reading material, but every so often I find a book of it that I truly enjoy. Dancing God is the second volume of poetry that’s caught my attention in such a way, the first being The Phillupic Hymns by P. Sufenas Virius Lupus. In this particular text, I was treated to a lovely variety of verses, some of which are strongly flavored by mythology — but all of which speak to the human condition.

Diotima’s verses are generally not long, but instead are bite-sized descriptions of her interaction with the world, divine and mortal alike. There are four themes, each with its own section: Gods, Myths and Sagas; Love; Life; and Death. Diotima has done a lovely job of sorting her works into these categories, but the variety she displays demonstrates an understanding of multiple perspectives on each theme.

The poems in the Gods, Myths and Sagas section may be of particular interest to pagan readers. Her works encompass several mythologies, from Greek to Celtic to Japanese; primarily, though not exclusively, they are snippets of story or honor (or both!) offered to a particular deity. Some are rooted in the deities’ contemporary cultures, such as a rather macabre description of Dionysus’ darker aspects, a retelling of Fenris’ chaining, and a poem to Hekate as “lady of the hounds.” Others, such as Icarus’ musing on human’s common flight in airplanes, a poem comparing the original manifestation of angels to their modern “cute” depictions, and wondering “Do the old gods walk the streets of London?” are more modern commentary. They all weave together well, and demonstrate that the gods are not, in fact, dead at all. These would all make lovely incorporated into private rituals and meditations.

All of the poems, however, are exquisitely crafted. Both the kind and the painful sides of love are evoked. (I was particularly fond of “Communication”, with its recurring line “Damn you, pick up the phone!”) “Life” is a short section full of little slices thereof, commentary on the day to day (and yet how unusual it can be from this angle!). The theme of death is dealt with using everything from grief to black humor, a good catharsis for working through loss.

Having been assaulted with bad verse and worse attempts, Dancing God is a reminder that we still have muse-touched poets today, those who create beauty through carefully structured words. There’s magic in these pages, and Diotima is an accomplished magician when it comes to evoking the feelings she wishes to convey.

Five pawprints out of five.

Review ©2009 Lupa
Edited by Sheta Kaey

From the rock beside the wall of water he stood and blew the white stag horn.
The dolphins leaped with joy.
The sea giants answered note for note the calling of the wise.

From the hills they came, from the cities, from the near meadows and the fields.

Songs paused in mid-measure.
Flowers remained unpicked.
Thoughts stopped unspoken.

The gathering had begun.

The shore beneath the obsidian cliffs became a rainbow as the masters gathered; each gloriously clothed by rank. Ruby gowns of the novice blended with the citrine and amber, flowed into the emerald and the sapphire, melded with the indigo and deepened to the royal amethyst of the select.

Whale song echoed from the harbor as the horn sounded again — deeper this time — a resonant minor tone that hung in the crystalline air.
The sky hummed with the approach of a star that was not a star, but all the colors of light and love: shimmering sunset pinks.

The wind carried the voice of the whales to those waiting on the beach
as if the earth herself were singing.

Joy unconstrained rolled from each tongue as the golden rays played across the sands, and wondrous beings glided down on wings of light to stand in snow white garb where they had stood for millennium.

And they gave the word:

As you have been told and will be told for a thousand thousand years
Teach love and joy.
Lift our children from the darkness.
Give them knowledge that they may be wise.
Wisdom is the mother of all creation.
Serve her well and she will be bountiful in her gifts and generous in her mercy.
Let each seeker know that the answers are within.
Comfort those who yearn and guide their path to the light.
Turn no one away, for even the darkest soul has a gift that illumination will reveal.
Find answers in your science and in your theology.
One without the other is but a cold stone; a half-written page.

Feed the dreamers. They are the seed of your greatness.
Cherish the singers. They are the voice of your soul.

Go beyond the myth of time and place.
Here and now, up and down.
You are with us as much as we are with you.
You have but to whisper and peace will come.

Work in celebration to bring forth the fruits of your labor.
Love in peace, to bear the fruit of your joy.
Put away the bitter wine of condemnation
Lest you become drunk with despair.
Do not judge the path another walks.
Walk your own path.
Water your own garden.
Watch your soul bloom.

Poetic Journeys is a semi-regular column featuring a wide variety of poetic styles. If you’d like to submit a poem, please send your submission to admin@rendingtheveil.com and we’ll happily review your material for inclusion in a future issue.

©2009 Judith Barnett

Screaming in my heart
Pounding in my blood
Seeping through my skin
Flooding in my eyes

Body twitches to nerves unbidden
Muscles flex and relax with each step
Fingers reach unconsciously
Lips seek soft skin

No thought just feeling
No reason just emotion
No emotion but the need
No need but of you

Let my eyes see only yours
Let my tongue taste only you
Let my ears hear only your voice
Let my heart receive your love

Rocking body, panting mind
Gasping for a moment to think
Time is spirited away as
I reach for you

Arms unfold to bring you near
Legs shake with fear
Throat locks with feeling
Eyes well with joy

Know I need you
Know I want you
Know I love you
Know I fear

Poetic Journeys is a semi-regular column featuring a wide variety of poetic styles. If you’d like to submit a poem, please send your submission to admin@rendingtheveil.com and we’ll happily review your material for inclusion in a future issue.

©2009 Sarenth