Open Letter to the Goddess
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Author: Maggi Horseman
Posted: January 19th. 2014
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I come to you as a reflection of the moon and a child of stardust, a tree hugging, dirt worshipping, Pagan. Hear the Pagan drums; see our fires from your starry, moonlight heaven. Hear our acts of love and pleasure as we languish in the summer nightís embrace. We come to you, for humanity is suffering. Our hearts are broken. Society is broken and we seek the wise ways for healing, release, and freedom. Release our bondage of ignorance, judgment, and hate. Shine that we may see in a new way, with new, hidden eyes, the mysteries of your love.
We confuse control with empowerment; we do not tread softly on your green mounds. We have ripped open your caves and not listened to the crystals singing within those dark, silent temples. We seek empathy, discipline, and consideration. We ask to learn to forgive ourselves, our forefathers, each other in our ignorant, haphazard destruction and neglect.
Our men are shamed as children if they donít fit the egoic image of masculinity. We cut them off from true strength and sentence them to the prisons of ego. Broken, they turn away from love. Teach us love, for our examples are lacking. Show us how to be children of the earth, stewards of Gaia, balanced and whole!
Transfix us in natureís silence that we can hear you and shut our constant chatter for a time. Help us quiet our minds and ease our fears. Let us be just, teach us to listen.
We know not what we need, but we know that we have need of nothing. The joy and release of pain and suffering is here, within our hearts. The Kingdom of the earth is our birthright, not some time many years from now in a cloud-strewn heaven, but here in this very place, in this moment! We come to you and ask, heal our psyches, our souls. The ways of anger, war, control, power, and money just arenít working. We recognize that. More and more of us awaken every day, looking for a new way, a new Path.
Your tears have filled the seven seas. We bathe in those healing waters, and wash away old scars. I release myself into your hands, upon your womb, bathing in your starlight. I surrender, all of these troubles, for you have made me complete, a beautiful child of God and Goddess.
You are so patient, so kind, so enduring. You ask of me only an open heart and mind. I struggle. I turn away, I get lost in the filth and darkness of my own miserable, dark fear. The illusions, the battles, the struggling, it is all in myself. I see that. Yet, through that misery, I permit others to project their darkness and their fear for they recognize my fear. Only you give me strength, yet it is of my nature, and within me all along.
I hear you, the rolling cadence of breath, the drumbeat of a heart, the rushing of blood. I will not give into the darkness of fear, the destruction of isolation and hatred. I let it go, to compost, with the bugs and the worms. It will feed flowers for the future, and make joy that much more to celebrate.
Let me sing right now, because I am a part of this beautiful earth. Let me dance with every walk, sing with every breath, listen in the still pause between every breath. I dream in your heavens and shed blood and sweat. My tears are your tears for I am of you.
I ask of you Goddess, stir my spirit. Lift my wings when I am neglecting the star above me. Wake me when I have slumbered too long. I forget, I am just learning. It may not look like it, but I am making and effort.
Send the raven, the snake, the eagle and the bull to remind me. I am looking to the trees, the sky, the rivers, and the dense electric clouds. I forget what makes sense and I get all confused. Show me Mother Natureís way. When I make everything too complicated, bring me back.
Heartbeat. Blood. Breath. Pause.
You never give up. I will always wake from my forgetting, dust myself off and dance another day.
The stars march on. The trees swoon on your breath. The Milky Way dazzles my eyes, and I am blinded by the glare of its reflection against the darkness of space. In blindness to the outside distractions, we turn within.
Looking, waiting, and breathing. Waiting and breathing.
Here is your temple, made within the deep recesses of the core of my mind. I see your flame and hear your great wings. My sandaled feet dusted with sand.
I forgot again.
I sleep, and wake. I forget to breath. I forget to see. I love, only a little.
But your compassion and patience is infinite, eternal. Again my heart opens, and within is the blackness of the depths of the deepest cave, the heart of the earth, the warmth of the motherís bosom, and the blackness of space.
I am safe in my warm home, happily distracted by the buzz of machines, the flashiness of Facebook, making me weary, putting me to sleep. Sometimes you donít wait, and you send a bird flying into my home on the Winter Solstice, making a new home in my Yule tree. I fear for the bird and the family helps it out, coaxing and guiding it. Is this a new totem, this little wren? The whole family came together and felt happy the bird was outside where it should be and wasnít hurt.
How can we stay awake and not succumb to the pain, to the suffering, the cruelty, and become numb? How do we stay courageous and compassionate? These are your ways we seek. Even when we are tired and lost, cranky and unfair, bring us back to this lesson.
For heaven knows, we certainly all need you.
So Mote it Be.
Location: Delmar, Delaware
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Bio: Maggi Setti, is a Third Degree High Priestess with over 10 years of training from the Assembly of the Sacred Wheel. She has written for worldwide publications and taught and led public rituals at festivals, conferences, and metaphysical shops across the US. Her interests and specialties include Qabala, Tarot, aspecting, nature devas, the Celtic pantheon, gardening, scrying, shadow work, sacred dreaming, and womenís empowerment.
Her book Ecstasy in Shadow is available for purchase. Her website is http://maggisetti.com. Email her at Maggisetti@gmail.com. She currently lives in central Florida with her little black cat. She teaches across the country and is available to give weekend intensives. Currently she will be teaching in Florida, Maryland, and online with the Magicka School. (magickaschool.com)
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