7/29/06

Cosmology: a matter of perspective.

I gave my description of how the witch's universe is presented according to my tradition here. I realize that my description is rather different from the 3 worlds perspective that many others use. It is even more different from the theological perspectives presented by non-witches. And all of these are drastically different from the perspectives presented by the scientific community.

Somewhere, some one is going to ask: Which cosmology is right?

My answer: all of them

I believe that we live in a universe that is so chaotic on it's fundamental level of existance, that it no only permits the validity of multiple cosmologies but demands it. It is only by the examination of all these multiple cosmologies that we are enabled to state the truth about the universe.

It is.

7/23/06

Book of Prophecy: I

The items that fall under the heading Book of Prophecy are things that were told to me via visions and clairauditory experiences. As I am a mystic, these things happen on a fairly regular basis. To quote the Charge of the Goddess: Hear Now the Words of the Goddess

I am the Mother. My names are infinite, but always, I am the Mother eternal. All this is and ever shall exist are a part of me. The universe is bound to me as an infant who is growing within the womb. To some, I was impregnated by a consort who is eternal. To others, I birthed myself through will and by this I did birth the universe. Both of these are true.

I am the Maiden, my heart a tremble with emotion and I am a mystery to all who seek me. I am the child born of myself. I am the newborn psyche and the developing psyche before conceiving the maiden. To some, I am the laughing girl-child of spring. To others, I am the chaste huntress of my mate. Either of these can be true, for I am both the child and mother.

I am the Crone. I am the Bone-mother and iniatrix. I am the midwife to the mother, the teacher of the maiden, and the mother after birthing her child. I am the fairy maiden, youthful of form and ageless in spirit. All know me in names whispered, most powerful and enigmatic is that of death. All who fear me fail to see me as I am. For in transformation, I am the Mother.

There are many who say that I am not the creatrix. Some believe that all that esist are a result of a creator. I am sorrowed for them because they fail to see that I show myself to the universe in many guises. My true form is so vast that not the greatest of minds and spirits can comprehend its way. To do so is to know the eternal ways and forms of the universe, a matter that is continually changing for I am the mother. I always birth new life into the universe.

Many of my children seek to know me as the mother. They look for me in many places but fail to see that they are but a part of me and they have known me for all their lives. As the Wiccans have said, "See me within for I have been with you always and I shall be attained at the end of desire." These are lessons that many forget because they are quite simple lessons. The mind is often so enrapt with complexities in this age that it dismisses the simple as unimportant. It is vital to embrace a simple path of life for it frees the mind to play in its puzzles and celebrate life in simple joy.

Because my children are in need, I shall guide them. While these are the words of a woman, I impart my lesson through her. She is a teacher who brings my schooling to all who would listen. There are important guidelines and basic lessons that must be given. Often, my children argue over whose magic is "right" and over whose worship is "right." This sorrows me. I yearn to correct this and to prevent greater argument. I shall allow this child to interpret my words and bear with them the blessing of my peace. She fears because my hand rests heavily on my brow, but her voice is sweet and strong.
Sometimes the Gods will choose to speak to us. Other times, it is part of our deep psyche speaking to us. The following came to me and I'm not entirely sure how much is strictly from my deep psyche and how much was from the Gods.


I used to feel bad for monotheists. I thought that their view of the universe was limited and inaccurate. After all, one concept can not cover the entirety of the universe, can it?

Then, then I grew up. I had some mystical experiences. I had some life lessons. I knew that polytheism was the way for me but I started to see that the spiritual element of monotheism sort of made sense.

Then, I grew up some more. Some where along the way, I had an ephiphany. The Gods reached out and tapped me right on the top of my blessed little head. Then I understood it.

In the end, there is no God, Goddess, or Gods. There is only the Divine. How we view it is all us. But in the end, there is only one that is reality.

7/13/06

Poem - Voice in the night

In a moment of silence, She called
Her voice whispered from within my soul
The cool call of water's laughter and sweetness of wind-song
She called out to me
Her silver hand touched my brow
Soothing away my fevered anguish
Her golden voice bespoke of dawn and dusk
Of things timeless and dust
And so did the Lady call to me

Return to your soul, child
Know of your way and your song
They sing of glory and might
But yours is the songs of starlight
Of magic and whispers betwixt dusk and vespers
Yours is the song of the soul
Return to your path and way
Mind is the dawn and dust
Mine is that which is and must
Move in the world and sing my song
You are the voice, the harp
Yours is the sound and the song
Yours is the dance eternal
Return, return to your soul

In a moment of silence did She call
Her voice silvered and sweet
A lark's song borne on the night's wind
So did She call to me

Yours is the dance and the way
The patterns are woven within
Hear the beating of the drum
Heed the call of the song
Yours is the flow of the sea
Dance with reed and stone
Dance with blood and bone
So do I move and so do I sing
The dance is yours to bring

In a moment of silence did She call
In winsome voice and sweetest joys to all
Her hidden smile and starry veil
Dancing on the tide
So did She call to me

Yours is the glory and yours is the might
For such are your birthright
Bold and brave, so shall you be
For my own hand did shape ye
Sing now a song of joy, bright and gay
Dance in honor of the day
For ever on are you blessed
For you have found me again
I am the light in the shadows
I am the spirit within
The heart of the world
The heart of a girl
This beats within me
I am the dawn and the dusk
I am the will and that which must
All feel my presence
Only one holds my form
Rejoice, my child, for we are one
E'er since you were born.


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This was written by myself several years ago. I just found it again. I'm currently working on a project and I've included it in there. I think the world would probably benefit from this brief glimpse as well.