He took a piece of glass, cut the sky and watched it bleed as his consciousness moved into a place that was a park, he found myself standing near a park bench. She didn’t see him at first. He could feel her pain raging in her body. She looked despondent. The plants and trees had no life to them; their color was dark, eerie and there was a sound of church bells ringing from them. The sound of a heartbeat came from his hands. He could smell pesticides in the air and the foulness of factory refuses hanging like clouds in the orange sky. The Mother was still in her pain as he was.
Gaia sat on the bench staring outward to some private movie in her head. The hat she wore was covered with buttons that were like mirrors reflecting back the rays from the orange sun from her eyes. Dead pigeons laid about her like bread crumbs. Did she notice? She didn’t. Blank eyes were like doorways for trees, insects and plants looking in; they forgot how to look from inside out.
People, who had no reflection in them, walked quickly by her holding their noses.
The mother said nothing. Her mouth didn’t move. Sounds were heard moving about in her. One man walking by remarked, “She sounds like a wild wounded animal that needs to be taken out of its misery.”
A woman pushing a baby carriage, walked quickly by Gaia, rolled her eyes while remarking, “You’d think they would keep people like that in institutions.”
Buildings grew from the ground casting ominous shadows. People lingered in its shadows. These people were dressed normal but he felt like there was a panic in their movements. They seem to always want to be somewhere else. This was not in what was being said but the energy that they held.
He walked slowly toward her with a comforting smile. Her tears were ringing in his ears. Her response was blank.
“Gaia, do you remember me.”
She said nothing.
“I have some money. Here. Not much but you can get a cup of coffee.”
She said nothing or made an effort to accept his offering.
A breeze passed over Michael like a icy fingers.
“Took my place he did,” she said.
“What?”
“He didn’t like that I wouldn’t be receptive to his needs. He shut me down. Yes, he shut me down, tried to put me in a grave but I escape, I always escape but he keeps me underground. I’m like a river buried so far down in the ground; no one hears my waters flowing, weeping, lamenting. Even the fish in my water are crying. Yes, he did, he pushed me out of my home. No one remembers me.”
“Gaia, it’s me. I remember how you helped me in New York. Remember you gave me the crown of the Amazons. Remember how your nature spirits brought me the spells to protect nature. Remember how you told me I must become a mother goddess so that we could all form the circle to lift the worlds of darkness back into the light. Gaia, my ancient mother, what madness has consumed you? I thought you were far away in another dimension awaiting the return of the Great Mother and her son.”
Before she could speak, she gave him a vision they both witnessed where they saw an earthquake level a city. Acid rains were destroying crops. Lightning struck a man standing on his patio. He saw men and women being put into a furnace. Fog rolled across a highway taking away a driver’s vision causing an accident. A flood destroyed the downtown area of a small mid-western town. A teenager walked into his school and killed 13 people that were part of a ritual to create a negative space to form a portal. Babies were being sacrificed in cults. A fire ate the hillside destroying over fifty homes.
“Forgive me mother.”
“You’ve never known me.” She mumbled as she walked away, “Why wouldn’t you look at me?”
The dead pigeons raised their heads and yelled at him, “Why didn’t you bring the dead the light they need.”
Hecate’s hands were bound by pieces of scales from the tail of the evil dragon which had been woven into a rope and knotted with dark enchantments. The metallic soulless guards of the dragon god led her though the hallways where they had started defacing the walls with the blood of her daughters, her priestess. She could feel their spirits scream from the walls as they were bound by inverted symbols of these Reptilian entities. Hooded men with serpentine features sang dark songs from scrolls. The smell of the priestess blood burned Hecate’s nostrils. Each step she took she could feel her power waning.
Her body felt like it was becoming metallic like her captors. She felt as if wiring were being screwed into her being. She felt like a moment that was framed, a memory that was looped. A moment of fear when she doubted the extent of her will; and that doubt had been capture, frame and mechanized.
“Move on,” one of the guards hissed at her. She was led to the inner most chamber of throne room. There he stood sure of himself.
Hecate was presented to their leader.
“You’re being difficult. You are not in a position to be at this moment. You see we have found ways to bind your magic where its effect is minimal,” said the Reptilian Overlord.
“I am primal, I cannot be bound,” Hecate replied in a stately manner.
“Don’t see much of a struggle now. If you would only accept your fate, I’m sure I can make some arrangements that would be to our mutual satisfaction.”
“This temple is only a symbol of my power. You think by invading my sacred grounds, I would relinquish control to you. You are foolish in your ways and a blind and ignorant lot.”
“I am the one who broke the sacred seal and entered your temple. Hecate, accept that we now rules this house. Our mind is your mind. Not only will you be subjugated to my desires but we will alter your powers so you are regulated to our control. And a child will be born from our union that will rule the Heavens.”
“I came into being in the black mother where I danced in her womb. I know the roadways to that power. Though your reign of terror will be for awhile I shall return.”
“Your temple priestesses have been defiled. The chant has all but been forgotten except by you. You will be imprisoned in a world where no woman can hear your words of power. Until they can form your symbol and chant the sounds of power, you are my prisoner.”
The hooded priest entered and formed the Ouroboros as each carried a chalice of blood. Swaying from left to right, they dropped droplets on the right, than left as low growls echoed from them. Hecate was tied to a cracked pedestal.
“You will be forever banished. It is our time, no longer will we be subjugated to the Mother. She will be remade in our image and given only what she needs. You will eat the memories we feed you, you and those like you will be a child of fate. And you will feed us, we will give you a fear you will never wake from.”
Hecate chanted a spell silently to herself.
“Womb child, I am, a Great Dark Mother I am
return my womb consciousness back to I am.
Womb child I am where the dance began
take back the womb consciousness I am.”
With her spell muttered in her mind, she separated her consciousness which was taken by unseen hands into another dimension. As her consciousness was shrouded in a black cloud within another dimension she uttered, “And from here I will return in many names to be the destroyer of this abomination.”
The hooded priest chanted her body empty of consciousness to another dimension.
In another time and dream: Millie looked at her house. The fire had been devastating. The children had been sent to her parent’s for safety. She could smell the charred remains of memories. Some of the beams had not been destroyed and still supported the framework of the structure.
She started gagging. She reached into her mouth and began to pull out wiring. Disturbing as it was, she kept pulling out wiring and spitting up bits of a picture frame. What seemed like hours and hours finally ended as she stood up on a field of wires and bits and pieces of picture frames.
She looked at the remains of her house she sensed was still moaning in pain. Smoke still rose from the ruins like ghostly fingers. For a moment she thought they were reaching for her.
“Enough is enough,” Millie said. She began sifting through the ashes. She let out a cry. To her horror laid the skeleton remains of her husband. “Even your bones plague me. Hecate I wish you was here to talk with me.”
Before the thought had regulated itself into a pile of refuse, she felt a shift in the air. She looked up. Two eyes appeared above her.
“I am here, Hecate from beyond, I am here like the dawn, upon your presence I alight, upon your footsteps I will make light.”
“Hecate, look at me. My house is in ruins. The skeleton of my husband lies at my feet. I have lost everything.”
“From ashes you shall rise.”
“I lost my temper. I’ve been holding it so long until it started burning inside. I couldn’t contain it any longer and dropped it. It burned everything in sight. I got the children away in time but my husband he lays there sleeping. I could hear myself calling to him wake up, wake up. But it was like neither one of was really in each other’s presence. I could feel the fire around us. The flames were licking my skin and I felt every word I uttered added to it. I told him I was out of love with him. Hated the woman he had an affair with. Resented how he cracked our wedding vows. I wanted to take my words and stab, stab, stab. The more I screamed at him I could feel the tears falling but they didn’t fall fast enough to stop the flames.”
“You lived in an empty house, a house that is dying. It is a house that is decaying.”
“It was my home. All I ever knew. I gave up my art for him. I cooked, I cleaned. I stopped having my own thoughts. And when you came to me in a dream and said destroy my house. I thought you were crazy. I would have no foundation, no representation in the world. It was my stage of being.”
“Those of us who work within the rhythm of life are called many names. I call you sister, I call you goddess, now rise like a phoenix and build a new house of light. Take my eyes and see the truth.”
Millie reached up to the sky and pulled down Hecate’s eyes and placed them over her eyes like glasses.
“Hecate, I see. I burned away the illusions. I destroyed my house of lies.”
And the eyes separated and hovered above her and began to weep.
“My tears flow like clear water, laughing water from a stream, my tears flow to cleanse your dream.”
And a rain fell upon Millie and her ash covered body was cleansed, the charred remains were washed away and a new foundation stood. The skeleton remains of her husband were washed into a grave that opened to receive it and flowers of assorted colors sprung up instantly.
“Hecate, my sister, I am new again.”
Millie with a thought moved herself upon the roof and began to lay the new roofing on with her mind.
Hecate closed her eyes and slept within the clouds that shrouded her that slept in the human form of the man who would become the perfect feminine consciousness in a male form.
Once upon a time, a daughter wanted to understand why her Father wept about Creation.
It had been eons since her brothers, A E I O U, had ventured out into the outer darkness and had not returned in their wholeness. Leaving her father a letter to one day to send to her as a reminder of who s/he was, what s/he is; and what s/he will become, she ventured out into the world of darkness to find her missing brothers and experience the darkness that no one wanted to know.
S/he became intoxicated on the fumes of being in material form because of her descent.
As s/he walked through the body of darkness into the various worlds experiencing form, a mist of forgetfulness fell upon her. Her light became dense. Eventually, when she walked upon Terra, some call Earth, s/he was heavy in form and walked as an androgyny until to survive the elemental changes, part of her went into spirit and a part went into flesh.
Through the emotional and physical abuses, s/he endured and entered into many forms.
One day, the mind accidentally cracked and a little light shined into the abyss where the mind resided. Because of this crack in the soul’s consciousness, the message s/he left descended and entered the forms s/he had fractured into and she took the form of a male to hide her light from the appetite of the outer darkness.
S/he realized s/he was an androgyny of an Alien Father.
S/he sought a way to return to the Male Mother and release the forms s/he found the selves imprisoned in and return with the brothers’ missing essences that s/he had gathered in the wanderings.
Because the light started shining again, man looked upon this light in male form for physical pleasure. It was their intention to rape the light, take it into their own and feed their desires.
Thus, s/he wanders homeless, without comfort, because there is no room at the inn when not intoxicated on the noises of the world. S/he is the perfect feminine in consciousness in a male form.
S/he became human to begin her journey through the 365 doorways.
Recent Comments