ETHERIAL father, mighty Titan, hear,
Great fire of Gods and men, whom all revere:
Endu'd with various council, pure and strong,
To whom perfection and decrease belong.
Consum'd by thee all forms that hourly die,
By thee restor'd, their former place supply;
The world immense in everlasting chains,
Strong and ineffable thy pow'r contains
Father of vast eternity, divine,
O mighty Saturn, various speech is thine:
Blossom of earth and of the starry skies,
Husband of Rhea, and Prometheus wife.
Obstetric Nature, venerable root,
From which the various forms of being shoot;
No parts peculiar can thy pow'r enclose,
Diffus'd thro' all, from which the world arose,
O, best of beings, of a subtle mind,
Propitious hear to holy pray'rs inclin'd;
The sacred rites benevolent attend,
And grant a blameless life, a blessed end.
Babalon is the meeting point of ceremonial magick and the witch cult. She is a power that comes out of the past and resonates into the Now with the compelling song of the witch woman. She is both the primal form of the Goddess from the far and distant past and the most modern icon of post-human style. - Peter Grey, THE RED GODDESS
Hekate, a poem by Irae
At the end of the crooked path,
All bent and muddied with age,
I see at the ancient crossroads,
She, the moonlit sage.
She is three in one and one as three,
Maiden, mother, crone,
Forever daughter, mother, sister.
Forever and always alone.
Protect me oh favored of Zeus the father,
Oh ancient witch and seer,
Flame your torch and light the way,
Through the wheel of turning year.
Dim your torch as winter falls,
And haggard thou becomes,
Darkness reign, and ice and snow,
Through many moons and suns.
And Persephone calls from the gates of Hades,
Light your torch once more,
Guide the daughter to Demeter’s arms,
And warmth and light restore.
Demeter turns the land to Spring,
And thanks thee for thy aide,
Let maenads dance and bring the wine,
Sweet Orpheus serenade.
Sorceress and virgin mother,
Protect me on your path,
From the prejudice of the small of mind,
And their jealous God’s wrath.
Teach me secrets of the wilds of nature,
And the magic you command,
Send forth your hounds against all evils,
At your crossroads I stand.
Goddess of earth, the sea and sky,
The moon and magic and spirit,
Your voice is but an ancient whisper,
But I will always hear it.
Kuan Yin, in Eastern Spirituality, is the Bodhisattva of compassion and healing. Bodhisattva are enlightened beings who have attained all the wisdom of Buddhas, but have chosen to stay and provide people with support until all souls have reached liberation.
A solitary and experienced Hedge Witch currently residing in Southern Virginia.
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