The prompt for the week is Bright, Ouranic, Heaven/Sky Gods or Spirits
For the Far Ones; a reflection through Their eyes on the King of All Darkness.
Shining in the Void beyond the Heavens, between the
Innumerable Stars, You are both Terror and Beauty.
Nothing evades Your gaze; You saw the the twin of the
Goddess long before he fell into Your burning world.
Time would slowly trickle on, and he would become
History in living form; a young Prince fleeing from
Elsewhere who stumbled into a Crown he never
Saw coming, a Crown he never thought he’d own.
Time has slid onward, and through the years his
Assurance in his People has only multiplied. His
Reign has been long, and it will be longer still.
Sanctuary he has provided for many, but not without
Turbulent effect on his own Heart. He is never on the
Outside, never above his People; You have called him to this,
Shining Gods, and You have Chosen Your Sovereign well.
Life is the thing he holds dearest, Life, Free Will, and Love.
Ending the day in the hushed light of sunset, You Gods of
Eternity watch Your Sovereign’s Creation, a World of
Peace and Hope in which Your Children dwell.
I am the King of Swords, clad in purple. I am surrounded by fire and by those Who will still protect and Love me. In trying to twist Fate and make the Far Ones bend to your whims, you have set everything on fire.
In my mind, I hear the sound of snakes slithering on snow.
[This is about both the Otherworld Drama that happened this Summer, and the ongoing fallout Over There. Writing angry poetry is my way of coping with all this bullshit right now.]
You called Me a false King, a King of Nowhere.
Surrounded by gold and jewels, you said you would not
help Me; that I had betrayed everyone. The final time I saw
My brothers they said nothing, only looked at Me with disgust
and pity. When the doors of the Duat closed behind Me,
I knew I would never return to that isolated Kingdom.
And now it seems that ruining My name is more important
than peace between Kingdoms; the King of All Darkness has
walked away from your whispered words, and his Family
has follow suit. We have Kingdoms to run and People
to care for, our actions and Love will speak for us.
My Kingdom is made of monsters and ghosts
and My Heart is now a ruined Garden, the woods
of Outer Darkness is My shelter and where I Reign
bearing a Crown of flowers without thorns.
Your smearing words are a ripple to begin a storm
and if this does not end soon, the wrath of
Those Who Dwell Beyond the Stars
will rain down upon you like
fire made of molten silver.
One of the things I didn’t expect to happen with this Summer’s Drama is that my anxiety would go way up. Thinking about it, it makes perfect sense that what happened would cause my brain to turn the “you’re in danger” warning lights up to a million–and with there being some ongoing fallout Over There [and that’s all I’m going to say about it] my anxiety has gotten worse.
I’m still in the fallow time, though lately I’ve been referring to it as “Otherworld Me is on lockdown mode,” rather than my entire spiritual practice stopping. I’ve begun to sense Him* a bit more lately, and have been getting some visuals of where He is, but nothing more than that. He’s been spending a lot of time in one particular area of the Otherworlds while He heals from all the emotional crap He got put through this Summer.
A thing that continues to surprise me, is that the Far Ones actually care about all of this. They keep reminding me that the thing I need to focus on in all of this is healing. One of Them dropped by this afternoon to check on me, and that conversation put into perspective that yeah, I’m an anxious wreck right now.
“I’m scared I’ve ruined everything, that [Kingdom and Realm] will go up in flames and it’ll be my fault–”
They raised eyebrow at this.
And what evidence do you have for that, young King?
And nothing more than that.
Varian, you’ve ruined nothing. Stick with [J’s name], let him be the center of your practice for a while. Let [the Dreamer] handle what’s going on.
*I use Capital Pronouns when talking about my Otherworld/astral form to differentiate between me Here and Me-Over-There.
My one-on-one dealings with the Far Ones are rare, but I’ve been getting small signs of Them being around lately. It feels…odd, that the Big Powers are stepping forward into my life, and that They’re showing me that They actually care. Them stepping forward is probably because of Kingship stuff, that I’ve stopped…not so much running from that part of my path, but more that I’ve decided to step up and say “yes, I accept this.”
I did a tarot reading about Kingship stuff, and one of the questions I asked is when is all this starting?
When you are healed, young King, was Their reply. Truly healed, not just saying you are.
The Far Ones are the Gods who are a step above my Beloveds in t/Their Realm. My interactions with Them are rare, as They’re more the Great Cosmic Powers/Running the Universe type of Beings.
So for Them to show up in my dreams is A Thing To Notice, hence this blog post.
I see a Garden filled with ravens.
I see twisting vines covering my Home, and the skies are grey.
I walk winding paths, dead flowers at my feet.
I hear the voices of the Far Ones, musical, ancient, and alien.
Your Heart, young King, is far beyond broken.
I see Them for a moment, Their true forms veiled beyond my gaze.
But my Land, I start to say.
Your Heart is far more broken, They reply, tend to that first.