To my sisters in the Filianic faith, I wish you all a most blessed Easter. I sit here on the day of the Equinox and I look at my life. I think about the promise of the season and the good that I have. The wheel of life turns and we march forward towards that warmth and abundance, even despite the snow flying through the air in my neck of the woods today. Soon, it will be the time of the Christian celebration of Easter and the other spring season celebrations (Jewish Passover, Holi, etc.) of the world.
While I sit here yearning for green things, I pause a moment to consider the rites of this season. The Blessed Daughter, Inanna/Anna goes down into the land of the dead. I penned the following prayer/poem upon this very matter.
Lo, lament my sisters
For
Dea's sorrow is upon us
The
silver moon wanes
The
seas hath swallowed the rivers
And
all life has gone still
Darkness
descends
And
the stars have gone dark
Cover
your faces and weep
For
the light has gone out of the world
No
fire may be kindled
No
arms embrace in love
All
is drowned in darkness and sorrow
Let
us mourn
For
She has gone from us
Into
the lands of Death
Were
no joy may follow
Weep,
my sisters,
Inanna
hath gone down into Hel
To
the cold queen's hall
Where
none may escape
Oddly enough, I feel that the death of Inanna is not contrary to the mythos of the Norse/Teutonic deities. It is simply another story that touches upon the tangled skein of the fates of the Nine Worlds. I am also of the mind that there are more then Nine Worlds, but it's a topic for a different day. Where the Filianic description of Hel is different then the Norse/Teutonic, it is merely a different version of the old stories where one dies and then is reborn.
Ing has died and now he is to rise up reborn with the grain. New shoots of life will rise up from the fertile soil. We turn from the death that has laid low the Blessed Ones to the new life that comes of that death. I truly believe that with that new life, there is the promise of reincarnation. Fertile fields will be ploughed and seed will be cast into them. Birds will produce eggs and animals will bear young. Life will rise triumphant over adversity.
In this, I find hope. And so, I share this prayer/poem with you as well.
Lift
up your voices in song!
Give
praise for the day!
Our
Lady liveth
And
hath set all to right in the world!
The
stream runneth to the sea
And
the stars chart their courses in the sky.
Angels
sing glories
As
the birds wing on high!
All
of nature proclaims her
Queen
of All Eternity.
Our
Lady's Mother on high!
Let
us give praise.
Let
us raise our voices in joyous cry!
All
praise to Our Lady
And
her thrice blessed Mother!
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These prayers are part of a manuscript soon to be published. I will make note of the details of this publication in the immediate future. Until then, blessed be! <3 br="">
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