original goddess

The Goddess

Candles are lit, the incantation is complete.
Incense smoke rises, fragrant and sweet.

Breathing deeply, you open your mind’s eye.
There you hear a faint whisper…A bellowing cry.

The candles’ flames dance as She draws near.
She is your Mother; there is nothing to fear.

A misty haze envelops you as She begins to gracefully manifest.
She only answers to those who are truly blessed.

Darkness wraps around Her pale and beautiful skin.
A stirring power can be felt deep from within.

A penetrating glare shoots from Her stunning eyes.
They know of your humble beginnings and your untimely demise.

Her voice is a haunting melody echoing an ancient story.
She stands before you in all of Her endless glory.  

Words cascade from Her delicate lips like a waterfall.
When She speaks, you always heed the call.

“My child, you are wise and strong.
You will find your place, where you belong.
I am with you as you grow.
I am the guiding light, a never-ending glow.
The answer you seek is deep within,
But you may call to me when the veil is thin.
If you honor my wisdom, I shall be just and kind.
Disrespect me and I will torture your fragile mind.
Your witchcraft is your vessel to me.
Use it wisely and you will unlock doors with my Key.”

She suddenly vanishes without a trace.
Your heart starts beating with a quickened pace.

Was this a dream or was this real?
Was The Goddess standing before me as I kneel?

The candles are extinguished with haste;
You cannot delay; there is no time to waste.

Remember Her voice and what She said.
She holds the secrets of those long since dead.

You sense Her as you handle a poisonous plant or cast a spell.
You can hear Her voice in the soft tolling of the copper bell.

The black dogs howl towards the cosmic sky,
They know a secret truth you cannot deny:

No matter where you go or what you do,
The Goddess will always be with you.

Originally posted by siriuskitty

Original poem by @eclecticwitcheryafoot aka Marisol.

This poem is meant to be a dedication to Hekate.  Feel free to use it as you like but please give me credit.

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“As the caterpillar enters the cocoon. A new life enters the womb. Pure soul awaiting to be reborn. Merging into physical form. A butterfly emerges in the heart of the mother. Transformation into unconditional love like no other. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. Opening and releasing. Rainbows crystallize by her feet. In her aura these colors meet. Visualize. Connecting to the soul star above. Raining down golden Christ light and love. Purifying. Cleansing. Healing within. “I call upon the violet flame.” The violet flame begins to burn. Transmuting any and all illusion into love. Surrounding the goddess. Grounding the light & love from above. Through the sacral and the root. Creating a grounding cord. Penetrating Mother Earth towards her center. Raising the vibration of our planet through this practice. Breathing. In and out. Focus. Feel the love of the light fill your closed eyes. The creator within us all. The throat opens. Truth of Gods love begins to sing out in hues of blues. “WE ARE ONE!” She sings. Indigo light in her third eye rings. The truth of this creation. One being reflected into all forms of manifestation. “A baby, another me, another we.” Feeling the body lighten. How to let it all go and not be frightened? To know there is no end. Never fear. Just the beginning of a new life. Rebirthing into a higher light. Surrender. Giving love with every breath. Release the grip of fear and begin to fly. An owl in the starry night sky. Looking down at your creation. What a pleasure it is to come to this realization. One with it all. I open my eyes. To a visionary painting, created to see through all the lies.”
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it’s so amusing being a katie mcgrath fan because even if we all love and stan and would protect our unproblematic vampire with our lives, we still all have our own cliques that we sit with in this katie cafeteria. we have the:
- “katie is a goddess”/original merlin-era/ mcgeeks side of twitter,
- the bald lena/“supercorp did anal”/ “katie is a goat side” of twitter,
- the “spread love and positivity”/katie mcgrath character analyzation side of tumblr,
- the “invade the kramel tags”/“its cute how pressed you are”/ironic manuel blogs savage side of tumblr,
- and the ones who just laugh and silently tag and reblog/retweet everything katie-related that appears on their dashboard/timeline

I’ll admit that this is a long shot, but: The contract Percy signed was very clear about the terms, and Vox Machina was to have all their equipment returned to them unspoiled. Doty, despite having been broken before the ‘my people will get you safely into the prison’ part of the pact went into effect, is still very much part of Taryon’s equipment. And not only was he not returned, the Whispers who were implied to be in Ipkesh’s employ tore him to pieces.

Guys, I feel reasonably confident that Vox Machina has grounds to sue a devil for breach of contract.

“… the effort to discover an authentic self, to strip away layers of alienation and culturally imposed identity and find a soul in a clear, unimpeded communion with the sacred is consonant with spiritual quests throughout the ages. Spiritual feminists, no less than medieval mystics, are searching in the ways made available to them through their culture to separate themselves from everything in their hearts and minds that puts them at odds with the divine plan (and therefore with their own best interests), and to find a true harmony between themselves and the universe.”  
~ Cynthia Eller

~ Original Acrylic Painting by Tomasz Alen Kopera
~ George RedHawk animation