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

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 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

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Hard Lessons of This Path

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Journal Entry: July 25, 2011

Hard Lessons of This Path I’ve Chosen to Tread

I find myself at a place of great struggle to continue to submit my human will to Divine Will or the Will of Something that is greater than my needy, greedy, fearful, and filled with earthly desires human will. It ain’t easy! But then, “they” say if the Path were easy, more would tread it—or something like that. This Path I’ve chosen is one of isolation, fear and doubt yet Something keeps me pushing forward towards the Light. There is now present an inner certainty that has moved beyond mere belief into a deep visceral knowing.

I am learning to use consciousness—my mind—my thinking, reasoning capabilities. That has been my major weak point. I have always moved directly from the realm of emotions and feelings into action. God-forbid my allowing my mind or powers of reasoning to intervene. I now find myself able to maintain that state of Divine Tension: that period of extreme discomfort while waiting in the void; in the emptiness and uncertainty that precedes acting from the highest wisdom and love.

I find myself somewhat of a participating observer in what is still—surprisingly—very much my life. In fact, this changing life that I am living becomes daily more of a reflection of my deepest heart and will. I am increasingly more able to release everyday concerns and fears; to release this beingness that I am to the in-breath—the inhalation of Life—and then allowing—the out-breath—the exhalation to become the forms, events and experiences of everyday existence.

I am having to accept that I am not in charge of what is being created through my human beingness. Nor am I in a position to see—to even guess the who? When? Why? Where? And how? of the path unfolding before me. I tread a path of patience, perseverance and continued learning at the inner Altar of Knowledge.

I am finding that this great Purpose which moves me to action is of far greater importance in the overall scheme of things than my individual plans, needs and desires. I am devoted to this Purpose, this Calling of mind/Mind, heart/Heart and will/Will to a higher vibratory level of being. I will follow It in the midst of all and any human circumstances, challenges and difficulties. The glamour of the third dimension is losing its allure. I stand at the brink of a new way of being human.

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