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Remembering The Murders Of Three Great Men…

Golden Sunset – Photo by Toni Roberts

Often in the evening, I sit at my altar before the magnificence of this view to watch the sun as it sets. Last night as I watched the setting sun, I remembered that we were coming up on the anniversary of the murder of Bobby Kennedy on June 5, 1968. Three the good men: Bobby Kennedy, Martin Luther King and President Jack Kennedy all of whom, at a key point in our history, would have most certainly turned the tide of future events (the election of the current President among them). All three of these men were at the verge of bringing real unity to the country in times of great racial upheaval. All three preached a unifying, holistic message. And with the death of the last of these crusaders for peace and equality, the way was made clear for the election of evil (Richard Nixon) into the White House. We have never, as a nation found our way back to the high goals and ideals of these three men. Obama, an African American in a racially divided nation never stood a chance.

And look at who’s leading us now. A hate-filled, hate-spewing, bigoted, sexist, racist, under-educated, blow-hard. The murderous enemies of the Fallen Trinity of Peace and Unification have won. Or so it would appear. Those who pull the “behind-the-scene-strings” have us exactly where they need us to remain: hating one another; racially and religiously divided; and unwilling or unable to listen to each other. Just look at us. Let us take a long, hard look at ourselves. Are we not individually and collectively better than this?

What are We, the People, going to do now? How long will we remain blind sheep following the hatred-spewing messages of those leading us to our own slaughter? And to the death of all that is good and holy and honorable in this nation. How long will we sleep walk as we are led by evil into the death of a nation that still has the potential of serving as a shining example to the rest of the world of a united people. United not by skin color, ethnicity or religion but by our common humanity.  In the final analysis, this is still—although perhaps not for long—a democracy…for, by and of the people.

And so, the next move is up to us, the people. We can still make this nation a shining example of peace, justice, unity and love in memory of three truly great men: President John Kennedy, Prophet Martin Luther King and most the honorable, Senator Bobby Kennedy; the blood of all three sacrificed at the altar of Evil.

Our only remaining powers are: (1) the exercise of our right to VOTE in the next elections (2) to encourage every eighteen-year-old we know to VOTE (3) those of you who are so inclined…run for office in your community. Let us change the face of politics.

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There’s Hope, America!

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Double Rainbow Over the Hutchinson River & Long Island Sound – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

like we used to say in the 60’s

when we were

Black & Proud!”

KEEP THE FAITH!

baby!

KEEP THE FAITH!

 

 

 

Part II…A New Creation Tale…

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Full Moon; Stock Photo

 

Part Two

One day, as was expected, the Wise Being and Her Consort were summoned by the Creatress. It appeared that the Wise Being’s Work on earth was done. She was now needed in another part of the multiverse to help establish a new world. The Couple left behind Their four Daughters, Who each settled in one of the four Lands of the earth and took an earth creature as mate and companion. The Daughters of the Wise Being and Her Holy Consort subsequently gave birth to many more Daughters, who, in turn, married earth creatures and produced many, many, many more Daughters down through the Ages to this very day.

The earth is now filled with the descendant daughters of the daughters of the Daughters of the Daughters of the Wise Being and Her Holy Consort. They are everywhere. And although you cannot know them by the color of their skin, the shape of their noses or by the languages they speak—for they are of all nations and cultures. Rest assured…they are here among us.

So, fear not, even as the fear-motivated warriors rant, rave, make war and reign death and destruction upon the earth and its peoples…threatening the very planet with annihilation. Worry not as the military-prison-pharmaceutical-industrial captains defile and pollute our beloved Gaia.

Be at peace and of goodwill in the midst of the madness, for the daughters of the Wise Being are rapidly awakening from centuries-long sleep. They are coming into the wisdom, knowledge and understanding of who they are and why they are here-now.

And before irreparable damage can be done, the awakened daughters of the Wise Being will band together, sister with sister in a global network…and guided by Their Ancient Mother, they will restore upon the earth—and all of its creatures—the PeaceLove Beauty,  Justice and Harmony that prevailed in the beginning…when the Holy Mother reigned

The end…For now…

(Copyright 2013; Toni Roberts)

Re-birthing A New Humanity…A New World Order…

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Photo by Toni Roberts

 

 She, speaking softly

From the folds

Of the wet, dark place

Tells of Her thousand pleasures

What perverse misconstruction, asks She

Tells you that I am not the Center?

The seat of your being…of life itself?

Why know you not that mine is the passageway to heaven?

Through mine Divine Portals

The breath of life blows

To scatter seeds

Of being

What say you? Asks He

This talk of holy entrance?

The seat of life?

The passageway to heaven?

The way to heaven is through me

What know you of pleasure, indeed?

You, who are bound to earth

To moaning, groaning, writhing and wailing

In ecstasies of the flesh

What know you of the pleasure

Of a bursting star?

Of universes that explode into being

From molten lava

Which rises from my peak?

Fool above

I hear you speak

Know you not the Source

Of the sun-kissed fluid

That ignites within you the spark of life?

A sad and lifeless sack of dry grey matter

Would you be

Were it not

For Me

Great Darkness below,

O wanton one of earth and flesh

Dare you imply

That rank and reeking place

Where you reside

The Source

Of my sweet elixir of life?

To be sure

My Lord,

That’s what I speak.

Come down to see

How from a thousand ecstasies

Flows the golden fluid

So vital to

Both you and me

What say you

O’ Fierce and Fearless Ruler

Of the realm above?

Pierce the dark, warm wetness

Of My Being

With your shaft of light

Descend to me so that I may envelope you

In all the sweetness of

My Ecstasy

So that I may whisper in your fair ear

Of a thousand unknown things

Let me wrap my

Huge, Dark Loins

About Your stiff, unyielding back

And ride upon You

Waves of endless joy

Pleasure greater than the bursting stars

Of infinite universes

Is Yours to have

For acceptance of my realm

As the path to immortality

Lower yourself, my fearless one

Into the deep, dark waters of my

Being

Penetrate deeply with the flame

Of your raging passion

Explode within

My

Center

Though resist He tries

Her liquid words have set Him

All a’quiver

He turns this way, then that

But yet is sucked like shavings by a magnet

Through the Portals

Of Her Secret Place

Pray not

He moans

To be forever trapped

In fleshly prison

This Light

That once

Was

I.

 

(Copyright 1998, 2015;  2016  by Toni Roberts)

Poet’s Note

This poem was first published as: The Fall of the God in the 1998-1999, issue of The Crone Chronicles. And later online at: http://www.witchesandpagans.com.  I now see clearly how the poem reveals my own inner landscape and  the current-eternal struggle between the Divine Masculine Principle or “God” aspect—so ingrained in us by the male-dominated culture—plus the re-emergence of the Divine Feminine Principle or “Goddess” aspect of  being. The poem ends with the assimilation of the Light or the God by the Dark, Yin Power or Goddess in what may be referred to as the Sacred Marriage or Conuinctio: the union of Light and Dark; Male and Female Principles or Heaven and Earth.

These periods of shifting Inner Authority can have deeply disturbing repercussions within the collective and within in the individual. However, these sometimes violent Psychic Energy Shifts, if allowed to run their course, can result in a reformation, reconfiguration and redefinition of who and what we, who call ourselves human, are.

I have experienced these shifts in my inner landscape, in cycles of death and rebirth during which the old, useless parts of the Self that no longer support and promote my evolutionary process die off; allowing a new and improved Self to slowly emerge. This can be a painful process but I am finding that these inner battles and shifts in power are part and parcel of one’s experience after the surrender of the ego—along with all of the whims and wants of the personality—to the Divine Mystery. The ego does not easily give up its ruler-ship, hence the ensuing inner battles and outer chaos. However, if I stay awake and hold on, allowing my Goddess Self to take the lead, guiding and directing every aspect of my being, life then becomes a paradise of peace and ease. Until, of course, the inevitability of forgetfulness sets in and I am once again plunged into the hypnotic enchantment of this human-created world of wealth, glamour, sex, drugs and rock and roll!

And so I, along with the rest of the inhabitants of this planet continue on an upward, evolutionary, ofttimes chaotic, painful and bloody spiral of birthing a new humanity…a new way of being

(Last modified on  April 28, 2016

Lessons From My Culture…

Collage/Photo by Toni Roberts

Collage/Photo by Toni Roberts

What’s All The Fuss About? Abuse And Violence Is The American Way!

4th of July

4th of July

As a child
My father beat me
Mercilessly

Whippings with a heavy, black, leather belt
Bleeding welts on my thighs
Mercilessly

I also learned from him
How a man treats the woman he professes to love
The woman he has promised to love, honor and protect
In sickness and in health
‘Til death do they part

Like clockwork
Every Friday night
Just as the fifth of scotch he’d been nursing all evening
Was about halfway gone
He’d start an argument with my mother
Which always ended with him beating her up
Mercilessly

I thought that this was the way families were
As I led my legally blind mother
To the optometrist every Monday after school
Her glasses having once again gotten themselves broken
As they flew across the room
Under the fierce blow of my father’s fist
Upon the side of my mother’s face

Wasn’t this what all husbands did?
The cops came regularly either to our apartment
Or that of our Irish neighbors next door
Or to the Italian family upstairs
It was a weekend ritual: call-the-cops-who-break-up-the-fight-husband-in-one-corner-wife-in-the-other “Everyone calm down! Be a good fella and stop beatin’ up your wife”
In-the-tragicomedy-of-family-life-behind-closed-doors in black-and-white-red-blue-and-bruised-all-over-angry-fearful-violent-Bullying-guilty-paranoid-bombing-nations-killing-women-and-children—collateral damage—destroying-governments-Murdering-legitimate-leaders-and-appointing-our-own-let’s-get-them-before-they-get-us-America

And then we naively ask:
Why do our young men pick up assault rifles?
And mow down a school full of children?

Why do athletes—our national heroes
Knife their wives to death?
Punch their girlfriends out in elevators?
Discipline a four year old with a “switch”
Leaving scars and bruises
On tender still-forming bodies and minds?
Are they perhaps…unconsciously
Whipping the bodacious rebelliousness out of their young?
Breaking them in?
Making them more amenable to continuing to play
A subservient role in society?
Thus carrying on the work of the slave master
Generation after generation after generation

No need for us to fear
Isis or Isle
Or Putin
Or China
Or Iran
Or whoever the boogey-man-of-the-day-coming-to-get-us
May be…
For just like ol’ Khrushchev said
Back in the day when the Soviet Union was the boogey-man
We are the enemy
Destroying ourselves
From the inside out

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