Iridescent Fire

Today was the day we ran, you say to Me.  It is the day we fled your Father, that King who was nothing but cruelty and his ego.

The Lantern is lit and laid at My feet.  The white metal shimmers in the firelight, the candles flicker against the walls.

You are our King.

I pick up the Lantern and light the first candle, saying that we share our light.  The iridescent flame flickers, turning the room into shimmering rainbows as the fire is passed from hand to hand.  This action says that we are all equals; I may be King over this community, but we have all worked together to make this Home what it is.

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(Note To Myself)

I learned something today, and it means that part of my Otherworld woo has been confirmed as an Actual Royal Thing that happened, at least at one point in history.

It was weird enough when this happened when I worked with recorded deities.  Since working with unrecorded deities (and an unrecorded Realm) it throws me for a loop even more to have parts of my practice confirmed by actual history Here on earth.

The Quiet of the Broken

For the Underworld Lord, a reflection through his eyes on current Otherworld events

They say no one
holds a grudge like gods.
Ending life after life, in
quiet ways the Dead are
used and discarded.
I stand against this,
even if it means
taking my daughter
out of the sight of the public,
for she has not yet chosen
to be Royalty.  I will never use
her as a bargaining chip in your
ever increasing damnation and
breaking of your subjects.  My
roses must be tended to with
only gentle hands, and I
know you are a god of the broken–
even though you do the breaking, and
nowhere in my Heart do I find that holy.

Peace

Petals unfurling as Winter flowers bloom,
evening walks by the sea through sandstone streets;
a new dawn rises, all is quiet, there is no storm
coming for us.  Through the King, all is well,
even now we are learning to let go of fear.

Lace and Freedom

I mentioned yesterday that I had a lace shawl [link] that I was working on–notice the past tense there, because I decided to tear it apart and use the yarn for something else.  I had the shawl about a third of the way done, but I was no longer enjoying knitting it.  It had gone from a fun–but challenging–project, to me thinking “okay, two more rows and I’ve done another body repeat…can I skip to adding the blue yarn, please?”  It had been stuffed in the bottom of my knitting bag since September, and I’d realized that I wasn’t going to pick it back up any time soon.

As I began tearing it apart, I found myself thinking about my spiritual path–knitting is a form of meditation for me, if I’m not listening to music or a podcast while knitting, my mind tends to wander–and I found myself thinking of the path I used to walk.  I’d had Family among that Pantheon, and even now the estrangement from my father and brothers hurt at times.  I’d also had friends Here who’d followed that same Pantheon, and I miss them, but I’ve lost contact with them.

As I ripped the lace apart, I thought about Darkness, and how Free Will is one of the highest values in the Realm.  I’d take then ruined Tower that my Family drama had caused, and used it to build something beautiful out of those ashes.

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!