'If the Gods and Spirits are anything at all they are creative potential. Offering vision and power to those with the integrity to wield it, but make no mistake it is our truth that create's from this powerhouse and it is our lies and games that destroy it !
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WrathYou called me i came So i called out your name You ran screaming to reason To love fear and hate When all that was needed Was to bow to your fate You may not of known The power you'd spoken The seed's had been sown The heart strings been broken This was never a game To be played with like children Now we burn at the gates Of the Gods of creation Poem by Y.Zsigo Demiurg by Mateusz Twardoch http://dreamframes.artstation.com/ The Kingdom'All initiated woman and men are gateways to the kingdom, where its keeper and protector
is the Horned King and at its heart the seething breasts of the Great Mother. Yet we do not belong there, for we are made of other stuff. The Great Art is not just to enter this Garden of Splendours, or abide to long in the Kingdom of Creation, but instead to return unscathed, enthused, back into the middle world and to build a life upon it !' Feed the DemonWhen battling ones enemies and those of imbalanced force that wish to influence negatively on us or our beloved's.
There is no need for warfare, no need for pacts with Demons of the same recourse. All that is required is that ones enemy be fed to their own Demon, the one that has attached itself to them, the one that stole life force from others and that will now feed upon its host. The one that called it forth into the world, influenced by the lies of all demonic force's, that if you side with them, if you agree at any level to their terms of so called empowerment, in hope of riches, glory and control, that eventually you to will meet your demise by the claws and lips of that which deceived them. In this way the debt is balanced, the demon satiated, the enemy destroyed and the Shaman/Magician free to wander all Three Realms as he pleases ! The Initiation Before salvation comes damnation.
It is in fact this descent into darkness that IS the Initiatory process. The place where all fears, pains and demons surface to devour the unwilling victim. There is never any guarantee of success, in fact if this process were not life threatening, it would not truly be Initiatory. Only when every last morsel of mortality has been devoured and the final spark of one’s essence is cast deep within the crooked pot. Only then when the Great Mother, the birther of souls, reduce's one’s spark to complete finality does the alchemical process truly occur. Only then when the last thought trembles and is lost, will she birth a new soul. Back up through the searing heat, gasping its first breath, into and beyond the gates of the 3 realms. Where the spirits of the sky decorate and dress the now dancing specter. Not in the attire of old, but instead in the gleaming new rags of the twice born. Now adorned in the bellowing ribbons of rebirth that float gently back down to the quivering earth. No longer alive or dying but instead revived, released from the land of the dimming lights. Changed, transformed, now unrecognizable, Except to the dark mother that birthed them. Three Kings Day |
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