Graves of Stars (Devotional December)

Sitting in this temple
all the Past weighing down
books like tombstones holding
what had once been life.

Here, my rejected past is chained
my old family of gods forever cycling
through their Past, through their Eternal War
a fight going on and on into Eternity.

With no end to the War in sight, I gaze at the stars,
and wonder what caused all this to happen.  Why can’t
the chains of the Past be released, what’s stopping them
from putting down their swords, and living in a way

that welcomes the future?  This is only a dream, yet
I can feel the Far Ones eyes on me, the Nine whispering
through the stars, that it is time to let the ancient Past go,
time to step out of the grave of stars, and embrace life again.

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Death, Mother of All (Devotional December)

This was going to be a poem *for* the Queen, then it turned into a poem where I rambled to her about upcoming evens in my Otherworld life.  I guess this poem also doubles as the official announcement that my deity Beloveds and I are planning on having children (which I vague blogged about (link) earlier this year.)  I don’t know how much I’ll write about that going forward, but this poem makes it pretty obvious, and they’re okay with me mentioning it in public.


Darkness is changing, Mother, I feel it
even a world away.  The vision of my children,
and the recent crowning of the Future King, what is
this all leading to?  I pray that these new lives do not
have Fate weighing them down from birth, that they
may be children, that they are simply innocent lives
over the years in my arms.  Darkness is not demanding
these children, they are born of Love, yet I feel the Land almost
holding Its breath, as though waiting to see how we Three Kings are
equipped to handle being fathers.  I will not have so-called “destiny”
resting on our children’s shoulders, for in that is nothing but burdens
ones who are so young must never carry.  I find that I am longing to be a
father, I’ve had many dreams and visions giving confirmation, yet I am
anxious about their arrival into the world of Darkness.  I pray that their
lives are filled with nothing but Love, Mother.  I pray that I am able to
love them as they need to be loved, even Here, a universe away.

Winter’s Night (Devotional December)

Tonight is Winter’s Night, and though it’s one of the bigger holidays in Darkness, this year is an even bigger celebration than usual.

Winter’s Sovereign was Officially crowned the Prince (and Heir) of All Darkness, as well as taking the role of the Distant Prince that his Father once held.

The Distant Prince was once Draped in Gold, now he wears a Cloak of the Stars.
Hail, the Future King of Darkness!
Hail, Winter’s Sovereign!

Requiems (Devotional December)

I’ve been a Virgin Black fan for years, since I was in high school.  Yesterday, on a whim, I decided to google if there was any news about the album Requiem: Pianissimo.  I learned the album had come out in late November, and after yelling “it’s out, I can’t believe it” so loudly that my aunt in the living room heard me (I was shocked that it was out, and ecstatic that it had finally been released) I quickly bought a copy of the album.

It’s going to go on the Underworld Lord’s playlist, and I hope that sometime we can listen to the album together.  (I showed it to Jake, and he said it was “too morbid” for him, though he did admire how the music is put together.)

Let It Shine (Devotional December)

Since it’s the 9th of the month, which is the King of All Darkness’s day, I though I’d post a song that reminds me of him, rather than writing a poem.  This might be the next song I learn on guitar, since I’ve been listening to a lot of Southern Gothic style country lately.

I’ve got a little darkness in my heart
I know one day the world will fall apart
But until it falls to pieces and there’s fire in the sky

I’m gonna take my heart and let it shine, shine, shine
I’m gonna take my heart and let it shine

I’ve got a little darkness in my soul
No Jesus, pills, or whisky fills the hole
I’ll light another fire so the world will burn all night

I’m gonna take my heart and let it shine, shine, shine
I’m gonna take my heart and let it shine

I want to shine like the moon at night
I’ll be a million candles
That guide your weary footsteps
And keep you safe from harm
And if my light should falter
You’ll bury me in the ground
And guide me through the darkness
Till death it comes around

There’s a darkness on the broken side of town
At midnight when the devils come around
I’ll light us both a fire and I’ll take us through the night

I’m gonna take my heart and let it shine, shine, shine
I’m gonna take my heart and let it shine

I want to shine like the moon at night
I’ll be a million candles
That guide your weary footsteps
And keep you safe from harm
And if my light should falter
You’ll bury me in the ground
And guide me through the darkness
Till death it comes around

For the King (Devotional December)

You do not ask for sacrifices,
for bent knee and pretty words,
for hallways covered in molten gold.

You ask that I live, that I love
that I find beauty in my life Here,
and gentleness for my own Heart.

You are the Light in Darkness
guiding your People with Grace
and Love beyond comprehension.

Stepping Back from the Vortex (Devotional December)

At times, I feel like I’m the only mystic/godspouse/polytheist who has an “ordinary” life Here, and who’s gods, spirits, and Otherworld people encourage having that “normal” life.  I know I’m not (and that I can’t judge a person’s life by a handful of blog posts) but  “give up everything to the gods/make everything about the gods” is an attitude that I still see, and I’ve written about before (link) how unhealthy that is for me.

I got a new tarot deck yesterday, the Sinking Wasteland tarot.  I love the modern art style, the diversity of people in the deck, and that it has very little nudity.  The reading I did yesterday said that this is going to be a deck to help me when it comes to mental health related stuff; since it has a more sparse color scheme, it feels like it’s perfect for that.

I did a reading with the High King, and he gently called me out on having a difficult time breaking the habits in regards to what I call “the god (or astral) vortex.”

I know you lost friends [to the astral,] and I understand that you’re hurting from that, he said to me, but there’s deception in that path, in having the Otherworlds take over your life.