||[Aug. 2nd, 2005|09:37 pm]
|||||'eternal dance' by gabrielle roth and the mirrors||]|
i entered into Her realm, on my own. i was my own guide, my own teacher, my own priestess.
i took myself down a familiar path and at the bridge two of her 3 aspects were there. a young, rebellious black-winged, faery gurl. stripey tights, dark make-up and an attitude. she handed me a bright red apple. the second was a bit older. more nurturing, motherly. she had jet black straight hair and wore a long flowy black and dark red dress with short capped sleeves. she handed me a feather and motioned for me to cross the bridge.
when i reached a circle of trees there was a big fire blazing and the third womyn standing on the other side of it. but it appeared as though she were standing within the bright flames.
she was the oldest. again with the dark black hair but this time she had one thick silver streak coming down the front. partially framing her aged but gentle face. she was wearing a cloak of ebony wings over a long velvet dress.
she asked me if i was wary of her. if i came to her with trepidation. with fear in my heart.
i told her that i was afraid. that i spent much of my time in fear of the darkness. in fear of tough challenges. afraid of the unkown.
she was kind and loving. she told me that i need not fear her in any of her forms. that she was always there to protect me.
she informed me that i need not go looking outside of myself for strength, courage and wisdom. that each one of these were inside of me at all times. that all i needed was the key to unlock them whenever i felt i needed them the most.
she placed a beautiful long necklace made of shiny black and deep red beads with a silver key dangling as the centre piece around my neck.
she took my hand in hers and touched it to her cheek. it is wrinkly but soft.
she then steps into the fire and instantly becomes the crow and the flames vanish.
at that moment the two other aspects of the morrigan walk up the path and shift into crows. the three of them lightly pick me up and i fly with them carrying me across the bridge, down the path and back to the water where i began my journey.
i take my time and slowly emerge back into my earthly body.
by Patricia Monaghan
"She is invisible.
Yes, she rises, yes she sails the sky, yes she sets. And yes,
she pulls oceans in her wake, and yes she pulls the tides within us so that some secret self awakens under dark spell and silently sings.
In sunset's conflagration she hovers like a ghostly lover.
In dawn's red gold she hides like a memory. In a bright day she is there, shadowing the light. She is there, she is always there,
even when the empty night rings with her absence as she floats veiled in light on the shadowless side of Earth.
It is midnight. I want to call on her, to open my empty heart so that, in a great flood of life, I will be filled. I raise my arms, lift them, throw back my head and stare up to the black center of the night. The sky flickers distantly. No cool and steady light, no crystal arch, no pearl eye, nothing.
And yet. And yet.
My blood a tidepool. My heart an ocean. My soul pulled to her, dark mother, dark matter, presence in absence, great mystery. Some part of me, riding always with her invisible even to myself, deep taproot in earth, not distant or absent at all.
Invisible. Yes. Secret fullness. Yes.
Power. Yes. Yes. Yes.
I see her. Finally.