My heritage has caught up with me
that corrupted crown of greed and gold
passed unwittingly from father to son;
but my hair screams chaos, violence,
slaughter and upheaval, an ending hidden
and gilded in the excuse of the “greater good.”
This is not a duality you want; I am a living contradiction,
a walking reminder of your pain and everything you
fled from, a blend of the worst traits of two brothers.
I am sorry. I promise you
(on my Heart, I swear to you)
that you are Home, you are free
and that I will be a better King
than the one you fled across the
stars (such a long Journey) to escape.
Towards the Future Darkness will always
rise, from gas lamps to glittering city lights;
and you are the Prince of it all. Embracing
nearing times of peace, from Spring to endlessly
shining Winter. The Future rushes forward from
flowing fountains of the Past, and the Present marches
onward through the teeming cities. There is nothing here in
ruins, your Father has made certain of that. This Kingdom
means safety and sanctuary for many, and you are becoming part of
another chapter in the history of this Realm. Transformation is beyond
the Past, it is a continuing force even now. To stagnate is to not grow, it
is a terrible fate to befall a Kingdom (your Father taught you this) so ever
onward you journey. Your Love has taken you beyond this one Kingdom,
now is the time to embrace the blinding light of the Winter time stars.
All of Darkness
is built upon Hope.
Hope that the lost may be found
that the grieving may find Home
that the Prince who stole the moon
would go beyond his Father’s Crown
and step into the seas of Eternity.
Over the past week, I’ve begun to take some small steps to build my practice, especially since I realized I wanted my practice to have more structure rather than more formality. The first step I took was to rearranged my general shrine for Darkness. It’s still very simple (the only additions were a shrine cloth, and three white roses) and it’s been moved from my dresser to the top of a bookshelf by my bed.
The roses were first placed on the shrine as a symbol of life coming from ruin…and then while talking with a friend, I remembered that white roses are connected with Kingship in Darkness. That there are three roses could represent myself, the Dreamer, and the Madman as a triad (since all three of us are Kings.) I’ve gotten signs pointing to the three of us as a triad being Important to Darkness, somehow, but what that Importance means is something that will take time to learn.
The shrine isn’t *quite* complete yet; I’ve been getting signs that a lantern is needed, so I’ve finally ordered one. I’ve also ordered new candles, since it’s been made Very Clear that this lantern should use LED candles rather than actual fire. The LED candles have Significance beyond not lighting the shrine on fire; they’re a very *modern* thing, and Darkness is a very *modern* Realm. Having the candles be LED rather than fire symbolizes moving forward in to the future, rather than clinging to the past.
For a while now, I’ve been feeling like my practice (what practice I have right now) is missing something. I realized last night that it’s not more formality I want in my practice, but more structure.
Now, how I build structure around a group of gods with no written mythology, I’m at a loss. I have things I associate with them, and there are…spiritual paths that are specific to Darkness (religions Over There,) but I don’t feel comfortable using what little I know of those within my own practice.
I could ask J if he has any ideas, but he’s a monk [he’s been sending me that symbolism since he got back into my life] and that’s…a very different, more intense level of devotion than I deal with. I mean, he, of anyone, will have ideas, so I probably will end up asking him about stuff.
And there’s the Thing that my gods Do Not Want To Be Worshiped because they’re my Family before anything else, so how to add more structure with that restriction is something I’ll need to do divination on.
I think adding more structure will also maybe help with the you-must-always-be-doing-Otherworld-stuff-or-you’re-A-Bad-Devotee brain crap I’ve been struggling with lately. J said to me the other day that a practice doesn’t have to be devotional to a deity, it could be about grounding myself and my practice Here, which sounds like something I need right now.
I walk the bridge through waiting cliffs and endless white skies, while the sea crashes below Me. The air smells of salt and the monastery’s songs echo greeting the dawn.
My Consort walks at My side, his presence a quiet reassurance that I am meant to be here, wearing the white that is only worn by the High King. The true High King stepped back and I, among several Others, stepped forward to lead Darkness.
The High King may be our guiding Northern star, but he will never allow himself, or his Kingdom, to stagnate or become stuck in the past. His stepping back to heal and lead by example, is yet another way he gives us Hope.
[I got behind because of schoolwork, and things Over There got intense again, so I’m catching up now.]
The prompt is Air, Wind, Life Giving Gods or Spirits
For the King of All Darkness, a reflection on recent Otherworld events
Obviously, this was meant to bring him down, the tragedies
unfolding and the times he never spoke of becoming known
to all. Was shattering his son’s Heart part of the goal, or was his
People turning away from him the aim? Either way, it does not matter,
our Family has been broken before, and we have survived that. But do
understand that there is no forgiveness here; a betrayal of this magnitude means
ribbons burning, and there is no hope among those ashes. In Darkness, life may
ignite from ruin, but that life must continue to grow, it cannot simply be burnt to
nothingness again, in hopes of starting over. The King of All Darkness did not
grieve the wreckage that he found, but rather built up from ruins. In times
of trial he reaches to his People, asking what can be done, what can be
fixed, that they may have a better life; what shelter can he give to the
lost fleeing war and tragedy, how can he heal those who have been broken.
On quiet evenings he sits in his Gardens, the Love of his People sustaining his
very Heart. His People adore him, and will stand by his side no matter what
events and tragedies of his never spoken about past may be revealed.