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 Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2004 5:07 pm
"Legend of the Descent of the Goddess" By Gerald Gardner
Now the Goddess had never loved, but she would solve all mysteries, even the mystery of Death, and so she journeyed to the nether lands. The guardians of the portals challenged her, "Strip off thy garments, lay aside thy jewels, for nought may ye bring with you into this our land." So she laid down her garments and her jewels and was bound as are all who enter the realms of Death, the mighty one.
Such was her beauty that Death himself knelt and kissed her feet, saying: "Blessed be thy feet that have brought thee in these ways. Abide with me, but let me place my cold hand on thy heart." And she replied: "I love thee not. Why dost thou cause all things that I love and take delight in to fade and die?" "Lady," replied Death, "'tis age and fate, against which I am helpless. Age causes all things to wither; but when men die at the end of time, I give them rest and peace and strength so that they may return. But you, you are lovely. Return not; abide with me." But she answered: "I love thee not." Then said Death: "As you receive not my hand on your heart, you must receive Death's scourge." "It is fate, better so," she said, and she knelt. Death scourged her and she cried: "I know the pangs of love." And Death said: "Blessed be," and gave her the fivefold kiss, saying: "Thus only may you attain to joy and knowledge."
And he taught her all the mysteries, and they loved and were one; and he taught her all the magics. For there are three great events in the life of man -- love, death and resurrection in the new body -- and magic controls them all. To fulfill love you must return again at the same time and place as the loved ones, and you must remember and love her or him again. But to be reborn you must die and be ready for a new body; to die you must be born; without love you may not be born, and this is all the magic.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2004 5:08 pm
"Charge of the Dark God" and "Charge of the Dark Goddess" by Anonymous
CHARGE OF THE DARK GOD
Listen to the words of the Dark God, who was of old called
Lakchos, Donn, Anubis, Hades, Setesh, Hoder, and by many
other names:
I am the shadow in the bright day, I am the reminder of
mortality at the height of living.
I am the never ending veil
of Night where the Star Goddess dances.
I am the Death that must be so that Life may continue,
for behold, Life is immortal because the living must die.
I am the strength that protects, that limits; I am the power
that says No, and NO further, and That Is Enough. I am the
things that cannot be spoken of, and I am the laughter at
the edge of Death.
Come with me into the warm enfolding dark; feel my
caresses in the hands, in the mouth, in the body of one you
love, and be transformed.
Gather in the moonless night and speak in unknown tongues;
the Dark Mother and I will listen. Sing to us and cry out,
and the Power will be yours to wield.
Blow me a kiss when the sky is dark, and I will smile, but no kiss
return, for my kiss is the final one for all mortal flesh.
CHARGE OF THE DARK GODDESS
Wisdom and empowerment are the gifts of the Dark Goddess of Transformation. She is known to us as Kali, Hecate, Cerridwen, Lilith, Persephone, Fata, Morgana, Ereshkigal, Arianhrod, Durga, Inanna, Tiamat, and by a million, million other names:
Hear me child, and know Me for who I am. I have been with you since you were born, and I will stay with you until you return to Me at the final dusk.
I am the passionate and seductive lover who inspires the poet to dream. I am the One who calls to you at the end of your journey. After the day is done, My children find their blessed rest in my embrace.
I am the womb from which all things are born. I am the shadowy, still tomb; all things must come to Me and bare their breasts to die and be reborn to the Whole.
I am the Sorceress that will not be ruled, the Weaver of Time, the Teacher of Mysteries. I snip the threads that bring my children home to me. I slit the throats of the cruel and drink the blood of the heartless. Swallow your fear and come to me, and you will discover true beauty, strength, and courage.
I am the fury which rips the flesh from injustice. I am the glowing forge that transforms your inner demons into tools of power. Open yourself to my embrace and overcome. I am the glinting sword that protects you from harm. I am the crucible in which all the aspects of yourself merge together in a rainbow of union.
I am the velvet depths of the night sky, the swirling mists of midnight, shrouded in mystery. I am the chrysalis in which you will face that which terrifies you and from which you will blossom forth, vibrant and renewed. Seek me at the rossroads, and you shall be transformed, for once you look upon my face, there is no return.
I am the fire that kisses the shackles away. I am the cauldron in which all opposites grow to know each other in Truth. I am the web which connects all things. I am the Healer of all wounds, the Warrior who rights all wrongs in their Time. I make the weak strong. I make the arrogant humble. I raise up the oppressed and empower the disenfranchised. I am Justice tempered with Mercy.
Most importantly, child, I am you. I am part of you, and I am within you. Seek me within and without, and you will be strong. Know me. Venture into the dark so that you may awaken to Balance, Illumination, and Wholeness. Take my Love with you everywhere and find the Power within to be who you wish.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2004 12:02 am
Besom Chant
Besom, besom long and lithe
Made from ash and birch withe
Tied with thongs of willow bark
In running stream at moonset dark.
With a pentagram indighted
As the ritual fire is lighted;
Sweep ye circle, deosil,
Sweep out evil, sweep out ill,
Make the round of the ground
Where we do the Lady's will.
Besom, besom, witches' broom
Sweep out darkness, sweep out doom
Rid ye Lady's hallowed ground
Of demons, imps and Hell's red hound;
Then set ye down on Her green earth
By running stream or Mistress' hearth,
'Till called once more on Sabbath night
To cleans once more the dancing site.
Anonymous
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2004 12:03 am
The Rite of Passage
And the Goddess smiled
on the ebony sea
as they sailed the reef of time
with silver suns
the winds of joy
and memories of a childhood rhyme.
The moon waxed full
o'er the waters glen
as through dreams night they flowed
with crystal mists
the Celtic bowl
and ageless ones humming low.
They traveled beyond
all crafts and thought
up towards the violet ray
with cup and sword
the coin and staff
and light to guide their way.
And the Goddess smiled
as they landed safe
the vessel of their soul
with lessons learned
their gifts renewed
and hearts refreshed and whole.
-- Patricia Telesco
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2004 9:43 am
Hey Ivy, you write about magick a lot dont you? i write about a lot of things, but here's one that has something to do with magick.
Nighttime
Hidden shadows and looming monsters
Magick swelling at every minute
Wondrous thing hidden waiting to be discovered
Learn things in the darkness
You haven’t before
Stars sparkle to the sound
Of chattering of people
Of children dreaming
Of people falling in love
The moon hangs low
Watching over her children
While they rest
Knowing their father watching them over the day
Warming them in the light
She rises and falls
accompanied by the stars
Guarding the world she loves
Her children and siblings
Poseidon of the sea
Gaia of the earth
Mahuika of the fire
Freya of the air
She waits in the sky
For a time when they’re together again
Again
In the place they call
Home.
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 1:15 pm
KouKai Hey Ivy, you write about magick a lot dont you? i write about a lot of things, but here's one that has something to do with magick. Nighttime Hidden shadows and looming monsters Magick swelling at every minute Wondrous thing hidden waiting to be discovered Learn things in the darkness You haven’t before Stars sparkle to the sound Of chattering of people Of children dreaming Of people falling in love The moon hangs low Watching over her children While they rest Knowing their father watching them over the day Warming them in the light She rises and falls accompanied by the stars Guarding the world she loves Her children and siblings Poseidon of the sea Gaia of the earth Mahuika of the fire Freya of the air She waits in the sky For a time when they’re together again Again In the place they call Home.
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 11:01 pm
Ivy_tsuki The Legend of the Phoenix In the myths and legends Of ancient lands Is a tale buried deep In Time's ageless sands. A beast of immortality, Born of the flame. The eternal Phoenix Is its mythical name. Alone in a paradise Of flower and tree Great Phoenix reigns In tranquility. For a thousand years The giant bird flies Leaving a fiery trail Through the heavenly skies. At the end of its reign As death draws nigh Phoenix turns to Phoenicia, And takes to the sky. In the tallest palm tree, Phoenix builds a nest Of spice and herb For its deathly rest. As dawn approaches The dying Phoenix sings And Sun God halts In the dawn that He brings. Time stands still As the nest takes spark The mournful cries carried Away by the dark. The ashes still smolder As dawn touches East. Giving birth from death To a beautiful beast. The flames flow to feathers Of fiery gold and red. As the reborn Phoenix Rises up from the dead. With its nest, the old pyre, Clutched in its claws The new Pheonix takes flight Without further pause. To Aeliopolis- City of the Sun The great bird of flame Leads the flocks as one. The hawk with the sparrow, The eagle with the dove, All flying in harmony, In trust and love. On to the temple Where Phoenix comes to rest Upon the Sun's altar To lay its nest. Once more Phoenix arises With the flocks to take flight To the distant paradise Hidden by the Sun's light. In this beautiful Eden A thousand years Phoenix will reign. Until the death song calls For flight once again. And so destiny repeats As the ages fly by The promise of eternity Heard in the Phoenix's cry. ... Moone I really like this one. I wish i could write poems like this
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 12:13 am
Momo chan Ivy_tsuki The Legend of the Phoenix In the myths and legends Of ancient lands Is a tale buried deep In Time's ageless sands. A beast of immortality, Born of the flame. The eternal Phoenix Is its mythical name. Alone in a paradise Of flower and tree Great Phoenix reigns In tranquility. For a thousand years The giant bird flies Leaving a fiery trail Through the heavenly skies. At the end of its reign As death draws nigh Phoenix turns to Phoenicia, And takes to the sky. In the tallest palm tree, Phoenix builds a nest Of spice and herb For its deathly rest. As dawn approaches The dying Phoenix sings And Sun God halts In the dawn that He brings. Time stands still As the nest takes spark The mournful cries carried Away by the dark. The ashes still smolder As dawn touches East. Giving birth from death To a beautiful beast. The flames flow to feathers Of fiery gold and red. As the reborn Phoenix Rises up from the dead. With its nest, the old pyre, Clutched in its claws The new Pheonix takes flight Without further pause. To Aeliopolis- City of the Sun The great bird of flame Leads the flocks as one. The hawk with the sparrow, The eagle with the dove, All flying in harmony, In trust and love. On to the temple Where Phoenix comes to rest Upon the Sun's altar To lay its nest. Once more Phoenix arises With the flocks to take flight To the distant paradise Hidden by the Sun's light. In this beautiful Eden A thousand years Phoenix will reign. Until the death song calls For flight once again. And so destiny repeats As the ages fly by The promise of eternity Heard in the Phoenix's cry. ... Moone I really like this one. I wish i could write poems like this
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 7:25 am
A Plea for Peace on Earth
Wind and water,
rain and snow,
tell me what I want to know.
Ask the stars,
ask the moon,
but tell me, tell me soon.
Tell of beauty,
tell of laughter,
tell of life, ever after.
Show me doom,
show me fire,
show me deserts, ever drier.
Bring out the worst,
bring out the best,
never let your spirit rest.
Give to Earth
all nature's children,
dancing, playing, singing, living.
Give them faith,
give them hope,
so through hard thimes they can cope.
Bring on sickness,
bring on war,
but then bring peace, forever more.
i wrote this three years ago, and it's wierd to read it now. i guess a lot can change in three years, but some underlying beliefs don't. or maybe thats just crazy, i dunno.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 4:35 am
hey love glad you could finally make it!!
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2005 7:21 pm
yeah, i took my time getting here, but this is fantastic! if i'm not on much its not that i'm not trying- my parents don't trust computers, and they won't let me go online much. crying
but this site is awesome!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 8:53 pm
Shattering Yourself
in night's fall I look upon the shine
the shimmer of a silver glass
the mirror which reflects myself.
I stare so boldly,
so coldly,
so disgusted.
it is horrific,
The view which I scan.
The anguish is too much,
and yet, I must stare.
I am weary,
I am ugly,
I am disgracing,
I am enraging.
I am nothing,
I am nothing.
Look into my eyes,
see the white,
and tell me not,
am I not disgusting?
am I not filthy?
Tell me,
I am unworthy.
Glass shatters,
the image is gone.
Pieces and pieces,
falling and falling,
to the floor,
to my hands,
into nothing.
The fist is bloody,
clenched and cut.
Tears construe,
with drops of red.
I am a sinner,
I am ugly.
I am a sinner,
for I am not worthy.
Do not look at me,
I am not worthy.
I will cry,
for I am not worthy.
I will die,
for I am not worthy.
Render my flesh,
kill my soul,
extinguish me entirely.
I do not care.
Shatter me into pieces,
flay my skin,
strike my heart,
thrash me dead.
Erase me.
Just like I did to you.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 1:26 am
This was inspired by the story of Alison Balfour, a woman burned to death in 1594, after watching her elderly husband, son, and seven-year-old daughter be tortured before her eyes. About two (maybe three, now) years ago, I had a very bizzare and horrifying regression. The entire thing must have teken all of fifteen minutes, but it felt like hours. Perhaps I will detail it in another post.
This was written with the inspiration of Alison Balfour's story, and one of my own, centuries-old memories.
:::
Silence
Black on white
Glows
In sparkling
Iridescence
Heartbeats
The only sound
As we are bathed
In the quiet
A television left
On mute
The visuals
That assault
Crying
Begging
Screaming
T H U M B S C R E W S .
Four dead
Sleep in the dank
The eerie mists
Of Castle Hill.
:::
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2005 3:36 pm
The Sacred
Kneeling
Before the mossy stones
Built to withstand time
Symbol of my faith
Still, on the solstice,
all is quiet,
And the druids
Bow their heads,
Honoring Them
In all their shadowed splendor
Standing within the walls
Of the castle
Arms wide
Embracing the icy droplets
Seeing through the pages of time
Back, four hundred years
Mist rising over water
To what once was
Watching the stars
Glimmering in the dark
Gossamer butterfly wings
Not yet used to fly
Footsteps in sand
Walking in the park
Soft dew beneath my boots
Dancing in the rain
Hiding behind a tree
So I could watch the fairies
Springing from their tender shoots
Blossoming flowers
Enjoying the simplicity
The feeling of life
And if I close my eyes
I can still feel the wind
Smell the cloud-lined tears
And every time I whisper:
I believe.
***
Another thing I thought was kind of interesting...read the first word in each section, and then the last line. Sounds kinda cool. Unintentional, but cool. This was inspired by my trip to Scotland.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2005 3:18 pm
wow those are really nice... the frist one was kind of creepy for me but I really liked the second one... the first one makes my heart beat
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