Horns of Gold, Horns of Red: The God as a Sacred Focus
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Hoof beats, hot breath. The running of the prey. Only, you are that prey. And, you are that hunter. The sacred hunt comes from your gut, instinct. Sometimes we are hunter. Sometimes prey. Somehow, we end up being both simultaneously. What does that mean?
In order to take, you must give. It is a law of nature. It is the law of the hunt. Often we side with one aspect. The submission to one or the other. Giving into your fate after fighting or running like hell to get away from it. Or chasing down your needs by being vibrant, strong, and hungry.
Would a hunter hunt if he had no hunger? Hunger for the taking down of a wild beast. Devouring its body. Now, this may sound all the more gruesome, but sometimes the prey isn’t a deer or foul. Sometimes the prey is simply put, an objective. A means to an end. So, you are both the prey and the hunter here. Chasing the end…and fighting it too.
Recently I’ve come across the God in my workings. After a blessing to Herne, I wrote down these words. “I am the stag. The one who falls. Soon my time will be up, and you will feast on my self. So do what is by your honor to do. Your honor is mine.”
Now, when it comes to channeling, I agree that there could be many ways to view it. Perhaps it is releasing your mind and simply letting your higher power flow through you. Perhaps it is just your subconscious mind flowing without filter. I even allow for the idea that channeling isn’t channeling at all, but just poetic thought. No matter what it is, I still gather wisdom and insight through it. So, I will leave it in my mind as from the Divine.
It had been a while since I channeled, but I’ve never felt the like of this. For days after, and still do, I feel as if I should have horns sticking out of my head. For a long while I couldn’t put a feeling to Him in my mind’s eye.
I knew who the Horned One was. I felt him when invoked by others. I’ve experienced him in dreams. But, to have such a feeling engulf your body is raw to put it mildly. I don’t know how taboo it is to have a woman channel the God. I don’t care to.
Often I think about how far the Pagan community holds the sacred feminine as a higher source than the sacred masculine. Why is that? Is it because often the people drawn to Paganism are looking for a balance after growing up in a patriarchal religion? Is it that the Goddess Herself is just so overwhelming that we put The Horned One in a second seat to Her?
Perhaps we do. Many, even after acknowledging the need of both male and female, find it easier to worship the Sacred Feminine. To tell you the truth, I’ve only been looking to the Divine as gendered for the past five years. However, I found it easier to see a female Goddess than to see the male side, the God.
When the circle would make reference to the God, I would insert memories as a child of God…which to tell you the truth I saw as not gendered at all but a Source of energy/life/wisdom etc. for all beings. Seeing the male side of deity is somewhat new to me.
I do now accept that the God has something I have been lacking. He represents wild honor. He knows in which direction he walks. He knows how to be gentle. He knows bloodshed. Always with a purpose he walks his way with honor.
Honor. That’s something I haven’t heard much when talking of the Lady. We know she has it. But it isn’t something highly revered in her. Perhaps it should be.
My first real experience with the Horned One was in a dream. I met him and felt the virility and strength behind a grace in movement that only the Wild knows. Surprised as I was, it took me a while to accept the fact that the Divine could be male, or hold those aspects. The aspects of honor, hunt, and action. Vision and knowledge, hunger and solitude.
He is the hermit and the magus. We are familiar with these aspects. But, putting them in the realm of the God can be strange. It was for me. I needed to shed light on these characteristics, and see them through His eyes. Only by seeing though the eyes of the Stag can we find a new perspective and understanding.
We are beautiful creatures that need to thrive as long as possible…until we are overcome. Our lives will return in a new year, which is somewhat amusing seeing as Samhain is less than a month away. We must not be afraid to kill our old selves so that we may live through the Winter. This newness of being will allow us to be fresh, innocent, and free.
By submitting to the God as the hunted and hunter, we will inadvertently become closer to the Goddess in her crone form. We will be able to be born anew and sit at Her feet to learn lessons not attained prior. This submission is a gaining of personal power by releasing our old and relying on the honor we have instilled in us from the past.
Once walking in one direction, we will most likely continue to walk that path unless actively trying to shape and change it. That is why being the submitted self and acting on your hunger for truth and life will aid in the quiet time.
Often in this day and age, the Pagan community builds itself through love and trust, a Wiccan ideal and a nice thought. Through trust we will allow ourselves the freedom of movement to step to the next level. Through love we will let it grow. A child can easily love and easily trust. As someone freshly born to the God and Goddess, perhaps allowing your trust to reflect back in on yourself will be the most effective way to move forward.
Trusting is the easiest way to grow. The dark time of the soul is shadowed, and we can feel a little vulnerable as well as withdrawn. If you trust yourself, you will learn to shift your weight before you fall and once withdrawn you can more easily come back and express what you’ve learned.
Now, is a time for preparedness. Our final harvest is near. By looking to the past, we can accept our fate as it is, not as it will be. What led us to this moment of the present? We are living fate. The future can be shaped and reborn through moving on with life and saying goodbye to the fate of the past.
The fate of the future is a much different creature. It is not even on the loom yet. The God is of action and knowing. Find a new vision, and perhaps you will find horns atop your head as well.
Horns of gold. Horns of red.
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