born of a
consumated in the heat of
born of a
consumated in the heat of
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
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?
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
Great Darkness below,
O wanton one of earth and flesh
Dare you imply
That rank and reeking place
Where you reside
Of my sweet elixir of life?
To be sure
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
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
Penetrate deeply with the flame
Of your raging passion
Though resist He tries
Her liquid words have set Him
He turns this way, then that
But yet is sucked like shavings by a magnet
Through the Portals
Of Her Secret Place
To be forever trapped
In fleshly prison
(Copyright 1998, 2015; 2016 by Toni Roberts)
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
Just sitting here at my window altar drinking in the beauty of this late summer afternoon. Thinking about what these times of personal adversity are teaching me. I am becoming a Wise-Woman…am being tempered by life.
Am learning that a Wise-Woman accepts what is and goes within for shelter…guidance…security…fulfillment. In the midst of pain and adversity, she remembers who she is and Whom she has come to serve.
She recognizes her dark nights of the soul and accepts them with peace and tranquility in her heart…knowing that this too has come to pass…
A Wise-Woman depends upon her faith to see her through…regardless of how small and meager that faith may be.
She understands that solutions are not to be found in the madness of the external world but in the silence of her heart…
She knows that regardless of how difficult circumstances become, she must remain cheerful and upbeat…”laughing in the Devil‘s face.”
A Wise-Woman remembers that Her Holy Husband Which Art In Heaven…the Other Side of Who She Is …is more powerful than any danger in the apparent world.
She knows that if she allows her spirit to be broken by life…she will surely die. And so adversity may bend her but she never breaks.
Through it all, the Wise-Woman maintains that inner Light…that tiny, mustard seed of faith…knowing that she shall rise again–reborn…renewed…reformed from the ashes of her dead self…and outmoded ways of being in the world…
In times of adversity a Wise-Woman shuts her mouth and clings to her God…