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Quiet is the night Dark is the Moon I ask Hecate, the Crone To take Her throne. Sleep, sister, sleep Be not alarmed, For the Great Goddess Keeps you from harm. Quiet is the night Dark is the Moon I ask Hecate, the Crone to take Her throne. Sleep, brother sleep, Be not alarmed, For the Great Goddess Holds you in her arms. Quiet is the night Dark is the Moon, We honor Hecate, the Crone Who has taken Her throne.
Our Mother who art all things, Our Lady who art the moon, sun, and heavens, Hallowed be thy name By thy sovereignty of the sacred land, Thy divine will be done On Earth as it is in all realms Give us this day our daily bread Bless and guide us, Great Goddess And protect us from all harm and evil For thine is the power, beauty, and love Forever, and a day. Ayea!
We are of the same Mother, Goddess. We are of the same Father, God. We are of the same Planet, Earth. You are my Brother, You are my Sister, We are all part of the Same. You are my Family. You hold within you a part of me. I hold within me a part of you. Your blood, my blood, they are the same. It is the same within us all. I need not ask why. I already know the answer. You need not ask why. You already know the answer. We are all of the same. Within us we carry a part of each. We are all micro pieces of Spirit. We are Spirit. So I say Hello Brother. I say Hello Sister. Welcome home, I have missed you. An original work by Tess AKA: TygerLily
Now I lay me down to rest. I pray that all the world be blessed. Lady Moon and Sister Star Watch over me from afar. Mother Earth is always there And keeps me safe within her care. The Lord of Dreams will dance and sing And happy dreams will to me bring. And when I wake to greet the day Brother Sun will light my way. By:Kitty Degler
We will not forget that you are our Mother, (Mother) Nature, the great womb from which all life springs. Millions upon billions of souls have labored to enter into your world in the hopes that eyes might absorb your majestic beauty, so that hands might touch the tender new buds of spring ~ soft ~ weeping with mornings' dew. Each soul waiting for that first precious sound which stirs the body to life We ~ will not forget. We will not forget that you are the Great Wayshower of Sacred Law. We learn about the Great Law of Life, Death and Rebirth from surviving our first Autumn, resplendent with crimson ~ ochre leaves floating to the earth blanketing it from winters clinging snows. Then, miracle upon miracle, Spring ~ and Life bursts through the last remaining snows. Skeleton trees, death totems framed against the sky, breath with new Life flowing through their veins and emerald buds promise a future. We Understand. We are the tree of life' and are reborn into your arms in the season of the soul. The four legged's, the two legged's, the winged spirits and those who swim through your birthing waters are one of the greatest gifts you have given the People. We have watched our allies in wonder ~ and then ~ in understanding. We have learned that every living being is necessary ~ for each identifies an aspect of the psyche of the People. However, with knowledge comes some sorrow for we have also learned that with the extinction of any species ~ so too has one aspect of our psyche become extinct. Some potential for the Human Soul has become Extinct. When we endanger the existence of any living thing so to do we endanger the evolution of our very soul. They give their lives that we may live, they share their spirit that we may evolve. All life is sacred and we give thanks when one of them must fall that we may live. Someday, we too will return to the earth and feed new life. We have learned ~ this is the Way of the Great Circle. So we will Remember. The Earth does not belong to the People, the People belong to the Earth. From the Earth we are born ~ to the Earth we shall return. Your soil is consecrated ground and we will sing our songs and tell our stories to show our children that the dust beneath their feet is the ashes of their ancestors. We will remember that the blood of our Ancestors course through your mighty rivers. Your crystal waters quench our thirst, carry our canoes and their rippling mummers speak of the memories of our People. We will show our children that the flow of Life is Sacred and to treat the waters as we would our own blood. We will remember that the air is precious and through its spirit all life is supported. The winds that give us our first breath also receive our final sigh. And, if we listen, the four winds will speak to us of our past and our future ~ of what is below and what is above. We will show our children that the air is Sacred and to listen to the whispering among the leaves. Above all, we will remember that all Life is connected. All that lives are allies in our beingness. There are beasts and beings that give their lives for us and those that show us about ourselves by showing us their Ways. We do remember ~ our blood remembers ~ for we are born of Turtle Island. We are the Warriors of the Rainbow who will lead the Peoples of the Earth into an awareness of the Sacredness of 'All That Is' and lead them into a New Age Written by: Eutonnah V. Olsen Dunn
Blessed be to the Goddess of Chaos, Eris Inchoate, First of all to emerge in the undifferentiated plenum, The splendid dancer on the interface, Of the macrocosm and the microcosm; The Creatrix of all fractal dimensions. Blessed be the Sun, Amaterasu, Creatrix of all solar planets. She we greet at dawn’s first breath; She we hail at noon; She we bid farewell at twilight. Blessed be broad-breasted Earth, Gaia, The ever-bountiful planet of our birth. From her core of fire to the outer wisps of her Ionosphere; She has birthed all evolved life. She has suffered mass extinctions. She has rebirthed species time and time again. We shall not rest in our defense of her, Against the depredations of the patriarchs. Blessed be Yemaya, The Goddess of the Ocean. Blue-mantled, foam crested, She brings rains to the dry lands. Her song is sung by the whales of the deep. She nurtured life in its infancy As she watches over childbirth. Blessed be Maria's sister, Luna, the silent, Our constant companion, Goddess of the lunar cycle of the womb. At the dark moon we watch for her expectantly. At the new moon we hail her joyously. At the full moon we make love and sing her praise. At the waning moon we mourn and meditate. Blessed be Erzulie, Goddess of Love, Who we know also as Aphrodite, Bringer of delights; Joy, which knows no boundaries. Kindness, which needs no recompense. Lead us from jealousy, which keeps us ever reborn And bestow on us the paradise of the Goddess On Earth as it is in Heaven. Blessed be Athena, Goddess of Wisdom. She who taught us in the dawn time How to speak, create tools, use fire, To till the land and tend it wisely. We see far and go forth in her name. Blessed be Demeter, Bringer of seasons and giver of good gifts. We eat of your divine foods: Grains, Fruits, Vegetables. We praise your bounty at every meal. You sustain our bodies and gladden our soul. Blessed be Persephone, Daughter of Demeter Goddess of the Underworld, The gate of rebirth. She who judges our Karma. She who weighs our heart in the scales. If it weighs less than a pomegranate seed, She will send you on to the Summerland. If it is heavier, you will wander in the Bardo To find rebirth and find love once more.
One night I had a wondrous dream, One set of footprints there was seen, The footprints of the Goddess they were, But mine were not along the shore. But then some stranger prints appeared, and I asked Her, "What have we here? These prints are large and round and neat, But much too big to be from feet." "My child," She said in somber tones, "For miles I carried you alone. I challenged you to walk in faith, But you refused and made me wait." "You would not learn, you would not grow, The walk of faith, you would not know, So I got tired, I got fed up, And there I dropped you on your butt. "Because in life, there comes a time, When one must fight, and one must climb, When one must rise and take a stand, Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
In the cool of the evening, they used to gather, 'neath stars in the meadow, circling an old oak tree. At the times appointed by the seasons of the Earth, and the phases of the moon. In the center stood a woman, equal with the others, and respected for her worth. One of a many we call the Witches, the healers and the teachers of the wisdom of the Earth. The people grew through the knowledge she gave them, herbs to heal their bodies, spells to make their spirits whole. Can't you hear them chanting healing incantations, calling forth the Wise Ones, celebrating in dance and song? Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna There were those who came to power through domination, and they bonded in the worship of a dead man on a cross. They sought control of the common people by demanding allegiance to the church of Rome. And the Pope declared an Inquisition, it was war against the women whose power they feared. In this Holocaust against the nature people, nine million European women died. And the tale is told of those who, by the hundreds, holding together, chose their death in the sea While chanting the praises of the Mother Goddess, a refusal of betrayal, women were dying to be free. Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna Now the Earth is a witch, and the men still burn her! Stripping her down with mining and the poisons of their wars. While to us the Earth is a healer, a teacher, a mother. A weaver of the web of life that keeps us all alive. She gives us the vision to see through the chaos. She gives us the courage, it is our will to survive! by Rumors of the Big Wave
The little child whispered, "Goddess speak to me." And a meadowlark sang. But the child did not hear. So the child yelled, "Goddess speak to me!" And the thunder rolled across the sky. The little child looked around and and said, "Goddess let me see you." And a star shone brightly. But the child did not notice. And the child shouted, "Goddess show me a miracle!" And a baby was born. But the child did not know. So the child cried out in despair, "Touch me Goddess, and let me know you are here!" Whereupon the Goddess reached down and touched the child. But the child brushed the butterfly away and walked away unknowingly. -- Author Unknown
Now is the eve of winter, of Samhain Bones of the dead will rise for Samhain Ancestors call from Tir fo Thuinn Beating wings voice of the swan Dance from sunset into the dawn And the Gods will dance in the mist Blowing wind will call them here Voice of the dead will answer our fears And sing as we dance in the mist Death to death and life to life Form to form on the edge of the night We call as we move through the mist Womb to tomb and birth to birth Warmth of the flames upon the hearth We are held in the arms of the earth Ancestors come they hear our call Dance their bones down echoing halls They rise like the tide of the mist (author unknown)
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