Thursday, January 22, 2015

The ancient ones have returned, they are here to set the records straight.  no more demonized fiction necessary, only pointing us back to the balance found within...
Hecate is the Dark Mother, in both the positive and the negative sense. She has many names: Hecate, Hekate, Most Lovely One, The Distant One, the hidden many ancients referred to her only as "The Nameless One."
Several symbols and objects are particularly associated with Hecate: The dog is the animal most commonly associated with Hecate, and She was sometimes addressed as the 'Black she dog'. She is often depicted with large dogs such as Danes. She is almost always shown carrying torches, very often has a knife, and may appear holding rope or scourge, a key, a phial, flowers or a pomegranate.
They say she can send demons to torment men's dreams, she can drive them mad, if they are not well integrated enough to cope with her, but to those who dare to welcome her, she brings creative inspiration.  
In truth, Hecate is deeply misunderstood in reality she is the goddess of psychological transformation. Her Underworld is the dark recesses of the human subconscious as well as that of the Cosmos. Many have accused her of sending demons to haunt the thoughts of individuals. What they fail to understand is that the demons are not hers, but their own. By the light of her twin torches Hecate only reveals what is already there. These are things which the person needs to see in order to heal and renew. However, if they are not prepared for the experience of confronting their Shadow then it can truly feel like they are being tormented. 
Hecate is not motivated by cruelty, nor is she seeking to harm. But her love can be tough love.  She will prompt a person to face the things that they must, whether they like it or not.  Hecate is the ultimate adviser, as she sees clearly back into the past through the present and on into the future. She is the Keeper of the Key to the Akashic Records. The final mysteries of life and the universe are hers.  She is the gentle Death Priestess who meets us at the end of our lives and guides us into the world of spirit.
Hecate was also known as angelos (angel) and phosphorus (light). In the myth of Kore-Persephone, Hecate does not interfere when the Maiden is dragged down into the underworld. Demeter is outraged and vengeful, but Hecate remains calm, knowing that certain things in life must come to pass and there is little point in becoming hysterical about them. This inner illumination (phosphorus) of consciousness, this learning to roll with the punches and then coming back to better things is the deep wisdom taught by the Dark Mother, the dark angel (angelos) of the collective unconscious.
This myth is as old as my soul.  Some of the best character building things can only be learned the hard way. Not losing our head and letting our loved ones knock themselves about, is all part of the process. Worrying shielding and or preventing these lessons does everyone a disservice.
I embrace and embody, every aspect of this awareness. Many women have tried and lost their battles to walk the line down the middle...unable to choose between the darkness and the light. This is where we go wrong, for it is not a choice the balance is found straight down the middle and strength to overcome can be derived from the balance.
How can I not love this aspect of me, to deny it would kill the beauty found in my Divine feminine soul. Hecate who has always been depicted with her dogs....she  has always been balanced polar opposites within.. Hecate the beautiful star-seed that has been ravaged by time and incoming solar God's..

She who was born of the Stars 
and who will remain 'til the end of time; 
Triple One, beautiful, awesome and wise - 
She who reigns in Sky over Earth and Sea. 
Bright Goddess who walks in darkness, 
She who stands at the crossroads 
of the Underworld with the Torch of Wisdom 
to light the souls on their path; 
She who watches over the witch 
wandering in the uncanny realms 
and protects the traveler. 
Goddess of Transformation, 
She who holds the Knife 
that cuts the cord from birth to life, 
and life to death; 
to you is sacred the snake 
which casts off its skin to live again, 
the black dog howling at the ever 
changing Moon and the eternal yew, 
which brings both life and death.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Back into Hell and out into Heaven

Has anyone ever stopped to consider that those of us with the most difficult obstacles, the victims of abuse and pain, anger and resentment are not victims at all ..but quite possibly the greatest spiritual warriors of our time. No Matter how long they suffer or remain angry lost or numb, rest assured that these folks once awakened, will take their place the WARRIORS they have always been. They will lift their heads, hold their swords of truth and stand strong with a love so powerful the devil himself will cower and kneel at their feet...
I came to this realization on my own....yup because the warrior I am referring to is me, myself and I. It is the hidden warrior found in every human-being brave enough to forgive and let go. We forgive the person place or thing that holds us prisoner and embrace the freedom it provides. 
This was not an easy task for me because I would rather numb or deny pain, forget the people that caused it and set my jaw with a fierce determination to overcome but my efforts were futile... I ran from nothing, I stumbled time and time again over the things I refused to look at and gained a false sense of security from my resentment and blame....stuffed everything into an unknown compartment of my mind. I was blissfully unaware of the ways it continued to manifest obstacles and hardships. They grew larger and each time I would laugh and say is that all you got world? Bring it on baby because ....I got anger grew, my sadness grew only because each time I thought I had finally battled every possible thing and won, I would encounter something else....and yet still I was unfazed....until the day I lost my child. 
That shot, sucker punch, that hit below the belt not only took me by stunned me.  I was perfectly willing to sacrifice myself, without hesitation step into the line of fire, jump in front of a train, walk through fire but never ever was I willing to sacrifice my child.  For a moment, over six long years, it would have appeared to anyone and everyone that I was down for the count. My Achilles heel had been pierced, the line had been crossed and I threw down my armor and told God and all his promises to kiss my ass!! This chic, the one that believed and thanked him for every winning battle was done. God would just have to find someone else to guide and give advice, someone else to laugh in the face of darkness because I was done. I withdrew inside the darkness and let it consume me, let the blessed numbing feeling that threaten to extinguish my life-force and gloat with its triumph over me. I coward before this beast and begged it not to take the only thing I had left. I begged it to take me instead, I sacrifice my life in its prison so long as my daughter could be free. I swore allegiance to every lie and promise and nearly gave up. 
I ignored the call towards the light, and nearly forgot who I was. Until one day I looked into the beautiful and innocent green eyes of the little girl I as trying save, a small glimmer of recognition...flickering before the dark recesses of my mind.  These eyes that I had not recognized before, the familiar eyes that belonged to my uncle....and I remembered his words to me "look for me in the eyes of your daughter." The beautiful man who treated me like a daughter, not his niece, the man who was there when I was born, who believed in me always and the man who sacrificed the tranquility of the other dimensions to stand a me during my darkest and weakest moments.... that moment began the long journey out of the darkness and back out the maize...every false step and every right step back up to the light. I found angry demons, sad demons, unforgiving demons, forgotten ones.....and fought them all.  I endured painful wounds, scars and wanted to turn back on more than one occasion but I didn't. ...failure was not an option not this time. 
I kept smiling with every step of the way until....the moment I faced the last demon....disguised as my daughter!!!  There it stood staring back at me....a reflection of me of a time long since forgotten, a time before I had gained any armor or weapons, an angry demon...a scary demon that reflected every seemingly good and bad choice I have ever made out of resentment... every good intention and every spiteful intention...every where I looked every possible step I had taken away from an attempt to lead my daughter away from the pain and was everywhere, no escape, glaring at me menacingly right where I stood, the very spot right back where I started from.  
Having gained no distance, unable to outrun it ....I screamed what was to be my last act of, defiance I ran towards it!!!!!!  There was no way out but through so I ran with all my might, fearless, almost sacrificial I had no armor, no sword, no pain....ready to go out in a blaze of glory....only to appear on the other side, the final destination....of every spiritual seeker. The path we set out to become the truth, love and peace we have always been. Unafraid and without pain I stand in my truth finally accepting the light and love that was always mine to begin with....Right into the peaceful bliss of the heaven within ....
To walk the spiritual path in earnest is to find out what we're made of and how much we are
truly willing to give up in order to come to the end of the division within ourselves. The price for that kind of profound and deeply liberating simplicity is too high for most, because that price is ego death... 
That means contending with the devil, the darkness, walking into the hell of our own making. Facing all our being to purify ourselves from every attachment, gross and subtle, to the narcissistic ego, that demon of false individuality that masquerades as our own self and whose task it is to keep us, at all costs, separate from our own heart.


The DEVIL spelled backwards is LIVED! Indeed, it is your past experience that formed this DEVIL of an idea of who you are. But you aren’t your past, you aren’t an addict, an abuser, a victim, a fool, a glutton, or anything else your past has tried to convince you, you are.……You are more than the life you LIVED/DEVIL. 

This “DEVIL” of an identity was formed out of the DUST/LIES of your past. The EGO is the FATHER of all LIES. It is a LIE to begin with, for your EGO is not real and does not exist. This is your adversary, your enemy that is trying to devour you. 

Your EGO is prince of this world.  Your EGO is the one that condemns you, blames you, and tries to destroy you. Your EGO will lie to you, steal from you, and ultimately destroy you… If you don't resist your EGO. Your EGO is the one who killed your TRUE NATURE as God's child. Your EGO was a murderer from the beginning. Because when you believed your EGO was really in fact YOU, your TRUE NATURE was put to death. 

Bubbling away ready to explode…
The ego of Satan is callous…
Emotions sets the soul a blaze…
fireworks explode dazzling the brain…
Blindness takes over 
as you loss control…
the one on the receiving end 
will lose their soul....

This DEVIL is the carnal EGO of man. This is the enemy hiding in plain sight. It is the YOU, you think you are but are not. Now not everyone is ready to hear this. Most believe there is an enemy outside of them working hard to ruin their lives, but this is just another lie....


Asking the Devil to Dance....

I have for the longest time I have been in the process of embracing the devil! I took a long hard look at it and loved it to death. (quite literally actually) for those of you that are praying for my soul and are scared of the fire breathing beast with horns and pitchfork…. I have but one thing to say,  "God bless you, because that is not what I meant."
The devil I'm referring to is the one that Jesus and every great master teacher before and after tried to tell you about....yes the devil is a liar, the anti-force we call “the ego” that thing that makes false promises based on lies, pain, anger, loneliness, pride whatever works. That devil is the opposing force that keeps us trapped in a jail of our own making. This thing that kept me from the peace and happiness I feel a liar. It got stronger with every resentment, every painful memory or unresolved lesson. It grew and created a series of ups and down, a false sense of security, a growing emptiness that I attempted to fill with knowledge, material things, work, even religion...anything and everything that could possibly fill the void.  
Until I reached the realization that nothing was gong to fill it.  This was the point in my life, that I decided to turn back towards the devil and I asked it to dance.  I told it "you know what, never been scared of the religious description of you, hell and fire ha...I ate that for breakfast during my childhood and infancy!!!! So then, what are you really...? because I'm tired of this ridiculous roller coaster ride and it's high time to face you."
 So I did what everyone has been saying for years and I dove back into myself. I faced myself, looked into the mirror and looked right into the devil's eyes. I looked under every nook and cranny for my inner child, for every painful thing I buried, for every resentment until the reflection in the mirror was finally my own. I faced my ego, the demon within and loved it to death....I loved it until my own daughter didn't recognize me....until nothing hurt, until there was nothing left to hide or feel guilty about until the only thing left was my self....without hidden pain anger or resentment, even the weight that enjoys playing yo-yo with me is gone.
This me ....this beautiful me... is free and in love with everything that got me here. This place.... where I ask and it is given, this peaceful tranquil energy that makes me want to thank God for every breath. This place that is always warm, cozy and satisfied .... This beautiful dimension called only prayer is that everyone have the courage to forgive the past, forgive anything and everything you can remember and everything you can't remember....simply by setting the intention......

 Dare to break free from the illusion, into the darkness, into the hell of your own making and walk right into the paradise within! To walk the spiritual path in earnest is to find out what we're made of and how much we are truly willing to give up in order to come to the end of the division within ourselves.  The price for that kind of profound and deeply liberating simplicity is too high for most, because that price is ego death... That means dealing with all of our being, to purify ourselves from every attachment, gross and subtle, to the narcissistic ego, that demon of false individuality that masquerades as our own self and whose task it is to keep us, at all costs, separate from our own heart.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Serving those in need

People make mistakes all the time but allowing them to do so is part of the growing process. These are the necessary lessons that build character and develop who they will be in life. Attempting to hinder that process, not only handicaps those we love, it shows lack of faith in them. For a parent who is accustomed to keeping their children away from a hot stove, it is perhaps one of the hardest things to do. Allow your child to fall and have faith that they will pick themselves up. 
It is in those moments of darkness that can trap our loved ones that we can lose our heads and dive head first into the dark with them. Anything to save them from succumbing to the choices that do not serve them. But we cannot empathize with their condition whatever it maybe because despite our best intentions enabling any time away from the light does not serve anyone. Any and all efforts to “be there” and “support” those in need must come from a point of strength. 
This is not only true for parents but for light-workers and light-warriors. Many of us, myself included, have an ingrained desire to serve others, tattooed on our souls. It is simply what we do and we can’t help ourselves, but we must remember that it is not our job to save others. We are here to serve as examples, we can guide, we can give advice and when it is followed it helps, but we must remember, that when it is not followed, it also helps. 
These are the lessons that we must move out of the way for and let them figure it out the very same way we did, through trial and error. That is when it is necessary to step aside, and believe in the individuals’ strength, success and power to overcome. It is the only point of view that serves them. 
love every last person in need, those feeling trapped by abuse, their past, addictions, circumstances whatever the case may be but I can no longer feel sorry or bad about this. Feeding energy into that reality will only serve the darkness. From now on, all I can believe in the Godly state of perfection of every human being on this planet. That is my only truth and the only thing that will have a never ending source of power to overcome. 

Oh sisterWhat's wrong with your mind?You used to be so strong and stableMy sisterWhat made you fall from grace?I'm sorry that I was not there to catch youOh sisterThose lines etched in your handsThey're hardened and rough like a road map of sorrowMy sisterThere is a sadness on your faceYou're like a motherless child longing for comfortWhat's running through your veinsThat's causing you such pain?Does it have something to do with the pills they gave to you?What is eating at your soul?Was it the whispering ghosts that left you out in the cold?What have the demons done?With the luminous light that once shined from your eyesWhat makes you feel so aloneIs it the whispering ghostsThat you feared the mostThe blackness in your heart won't last foreverI know it's tearing you apart, but it's a storm you can weather