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Honoring My Path
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I give honor to all the facets of my faith, to the Elements, the Goddess and the God. For in each, there is an aspect of myself. I look within myself knowing that without each piece, I am incomplete. Like the points on the Pentacle and the circle that surrounds it, each aspect has its own meaning, but when combined, they merge into one. One symbol that represents so many sides. They each are important to me in their own rights, strong and powerful, but when united, commanding. Even while humbled, I am empowered. Empowered by the emotion and depth that each brings to me.
So again, I give honor to the facets of my faith, you make me who I am.
Air, the element of my birth. When I face the East, I feel the light breeze on my face as the Owls and the Ravens fly above. I am thankful for the knowledge that with the winds, change comes. For no one should live his or her life without change as with change comes growth. I honor the Owl as she shares with me her wisdom; the Raven as she travels between the veils. I feel their joy as they fly uninhibited. I lift my face unto Air, my heart and my mind open.
Fire, the element of my heart. I feel the Dragon’s fire as I face the South, my heart open to its flame. I revel in the warmth of the burning desires of the fire, knowing that I am safe within its heat and the passion it holds. In all life, there is the spark of fire, for without the flame we would grow stagnant and cold, never feeling the pleasures and cravings it holds. I open myself unto Fire, shall you ever burn in my heart.
Water, the element of my soul. Facing the West, I reflect on the cleansing waters that flow over me, knowing that as it washes away the old, it also bestows upon me the new. I feel the joy as the water creatures swim around me and I feel their distinct magic as it resonates from them. I laugh as the gentle rain falls upon me knowing that with that rain, life will begin anew. I open myself to Water and its ever-changing waves.
Earth, the element of my home. The North holds within its grasp the steadfastness of the Oak, the strength of the Bear and the abundance of the plants that grow from her soil. I ground myself with a touch, knowing that within her there is peace to be found. She who is never changes, but changing always, who gives me comfort with just one touch. I am overjoyed with the knowledge that even as she grows hard from the Winter chill, she is recharging for the new growths of Spring. I kneel down to touch Earth, feeling within her my strength.
I gaze upon the Goddess, beautiful and young, yet wise and strong. Her hair flowing around her face, enhanced with all the colors in the spectrum, her skin luminous, glowing from light that is within her. Her gown is swirling around her in constant moving waves. However, is it made of cloth, made of light, or is it of water? It glows and moves so I cannot tell. Her hands are smooth, yet I can tell that there is an undeniable strength in them. They are hands that are not afraid of hard work, yet are gentle enough to give comfort. But it is when I look into her eyes that I see her in her true form. In those eyes I see eternity and I see her in all her forms.
I see her as the Maiden, young and vibrant, wild and carefree, enticing the young God with her beauty, laughter and sensuality.
I see her as the Mother, her belly full of the life, a little wiser than the Maiden, but still young and vibrant.
I see her as the Crone, wise beyond time, remembering her youth and motherhood with joy yet content in her aged body. Pleased with all she has seen and all she has done.
Within those eyes I feel the pure love and acceptance of who and what I am. I feel the eternal warmth and joy that she gives. In her eyes, she allows me to see myself in her, for I am a Goddess in my own right.
I turn my eyes now to the God, strong and virile, the Horned One, his black hair wavy and long, spilling over his broad, strong shoulders and a perfect goatee adorning his chiseled face. His body is trim and muscular, and free of clothes. He exudes a strong sexual aura, proud, strong, virile and passionate. He is the life force behind the animals, the plants and the Sun.
I see him, full of life and passion, surrounded by the animals and life of the forests, untouched by mortal hands. This is his world, in the purest sense of the word. I do not see him as a father figure, I see him as a lover, a protector, and friend. His eyes are piercing, a dark blue-green. Eyes that soften when looking upon you with love, yet the same eyes can cut you like a knife when you harm the ones he protects. . Never do I see him in any other form than this one, when he is young and full of life.
He will stand beside you and never waiver, strong as the Oak and as fierce as the bear. He, who is the lover, consort to the Goddess, he stands beside the her as her equal, never her superior, yet neither inferior to her.
Within him lies part of the circle of life for he is not only her lover and consort, yet simultaneously her child. Within her, he is ever living, yet without him, there could be no life.
And the Spirit encompasses all.
Lady Jasmyne Dragonskye
Lady in Black
Indianapolis, IN area
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