Hope (Devotional December)

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.

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Thoughts on Shrine Developments

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.

Notes For Myself on My Practice

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.

Hope and Absence

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.

Outpouring of Love (Devotional Acrostic Challenge)

[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.

Judge Me by My Own Light

A drawing I did to help me process Otherworld events.

This is part of a dream I had updating me on what’s going on Over There, and this is what I remember clearest.  The mental image of a torch and a sword stuck with me, so I thought I’d draw it.

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During the events this depicts, I was holding the torch and sword above My head, but I didn’t want to try and draw My hair (which is a mess of red waves that I’m slowly growing out, because in the Realm My Beloveds and I are from, long hair and Kingship are connected.)

The caption reads Judge Me by My own Light (for Light is the Left Hand of Darkness.)

Ballpoint pen and colored pencils.

Wings of Ash and Stone

This is a sort of sequel to this poem.


My wings are made of ash and stone
forged in fires long forgotten, held together
by magic found only in the Iron Hearted Realm.

I am draped in red, dressed in black, and My sword
is made of silver.  I stand tall, My wings behind Me, as
fire burns before Me.  There is silence from My Mentor,
from My Monsters, as magic flows through My veins.

I am the King of Sorrow, King of Nowhere.  In this moment,
I am fire and ash in human form, alighting all of Outer Darkness.
I have not fallen, but rather, I have given Freedom and Grace
to My People.  With My head high, magic flows through My wings
which do not burn, but harden, becoming stone once again.