My personal devotion to The Goddess is to Persephani.
" The Kore" We met in 1994.
THE THREE.
The first time I met her , she was a young child,
Dressed all in white cotton with fair hair flying wild.
She held a black monkey that would point out ones fate,
And she led a procesion through an old city gate.
So I took up a notion to follow behind.
I put on sunglasses so that I could stay blind.
Then I perloined a tourch for to lighten my way,
but I stumbled through her labyrinth throughout the whole day.
The next time I met her was later in life,
She was pregnant and happy but still no mans wife.
Surronded with children her eyes shone with joy,
A mother to nations and a divine envoy.
Her home was ramshakled ,oak beam and red brick,
She bade me to enter, for some things I could fix.
I stayed for 10 moons till she bade me to leave.
She said that my fate still had more threads to weave.
The last time I met her was later by chance,
Three soldiers who died held a funeral dance.
She was the sin eater as old as the earth
Who`s ritual of ending commenced with a birth.
So I made my devotions by cutting my hair,
And on wheatsheafs and roses three oaths I did swear.
Three times I had met her ,three times till I`d known ,
That the heart of the Mother .resides in Old Crone.
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The Banshee.
Hear the Banshee howl at Samhein,
Note the timber of her cry,
Somewhere in her crystal crying ,
Lies a truth behind the lie.
Somewhere deep inside her calling,
Bloodpulse drums its pagan sound.
As the fragrant nights are falling,
Come feel the yarns by which were bound.
Hear the words of joy remembered,
Happy rythems from the past.
Hear the tales that taught us told us
Of Her wisdom old and vast.
Woven wonders made from wise words,
Like the basket round and fullsome.
Wiccan wise craft weaved together,
Wondrus visions of what will come.
Sacred silent silver tounge path,
Is the flight of that fortold.
Feel the movement of De Mater
Wakeing from Her slumbers old.
Call Her sisters, Kore, Kali,
Gather sisters hand in hand.
From oppression you can be free,
Yours the Power, Yours the Stand !!
Form your circles with your love songs,
Take on aspects of divine.
With Her Power you will be strong
Underneath holy moonshine.
Eight the number of Regina
Eternity laid on its side.
Now the coming of Shekina,
Now the turning og the tide.
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Magdalane.
She walks with shadows, through midnight.
She talks in silence and moonlight.
A proud daughter of Innana.
Ten thousand tears of mothers plight,
Two thousand years of quite flight.
This Ebony Madonna.
Who is this woman of the shade ?
Is she mother, crone or maid ?
A lost daughter of De Mater.
Made renagade through maskerade
She now compleats her escapade.
Blood cousin to Titania.
All hardship did she undergo,
Her courage never let lay low.
True sister to Diana.
Bared searing sun and rivers flow,
All mountains crossed, cold capped in snow.
Went the Eco of Shekina.
She is Isis, Virgin Mother Crone.
Before foul faith of fathers flamed
Before Her name became Anon
And placed a gender deep in shame.
She was a queen of Avalon.
Mary Magdalane was her name,
She is Mary as the Virgin.
She is Mary as my Mother.
She is Mary as the honered Crone.
Come to reserect her brother----------
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O
Oh maidens all I beseach you a travisty to end.
The time has come I tell you true your spirits to defend.
Ridgidity of malehood is maintained by consept "I"
And that it should pertain to women is a gendered lie.
For years with logic man has said that Gods the great "I am"
Through fear the male lives in his head and follows Abraham.
With rod and staff on rigid road , man fucked you with his sword.
To keep you empty and alone , your power he has hoard
Ohh you maidens all, come form a ring.
Ohh you maidens all it time to sing.
O O O O O O O O O O O O O
So no longer honer "I" for it does not you pertain.
For you are "O" compleat and whole with power thats arcane.
Yes you are "O" and "O" is earth.
"O" is life and "O" is birth.
"O" has no bottom "O" has no top.
"O" is centered and "O" is stop.
"O" is nowness rooted past,
"O" is begining
"O" will be last
"O" is flower and "I" am seed.
"O" is power while "I" am creed.
"O"am th MU "O" is the Pi.
"O" is the true "I" is the lie. (cont) V.M.C.II
