The Western Gate

In the midst of ‘triple Goddess’ days. Jan 5th – 7th
Synonymous with the ‘Adoration of the Magi’ festival~ Epiphany.
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Inside their cars, their opulent logos,
I feel you.
In the drone of the traffic that mimics the wind,
As I gaze upon those searching lights
That probe the winding lanes, I feel you.
So distant is my life from theirs
From this forest within the suburbs.
By these woods of ancient affair;
A mauve haze upon the lake
A full moon three days wane, beyond those oak trees
A panoramic current.
Give me this plane without their walls
This field without a sign,
A land without a motion,
The scene of placid breeze.
Here! I saw nature stand afraid,
I knelt beside to ease the pain
Dominium itself, an oblation, yet I refused
(So) a veil you raised, a message gave,
Those memories I have you shared,
With guides some christened Devas.
Within my eyes you gave your sight
My voice, my speech, your words.
My mind reflects what are your thoughts,
The path ahead, we both shall tread
On this valley emerald we viewed creation,
Exposed, abiding, yet not enslaved,
As time ensues, for you to reign
Together shall we walk again.

(She wore a dress that was embroidered with blackberries,
Some scarlet red, some green and some black,
each phase of them carried the message,
And her crown were a garland of Saturn,
Of Belladonna, Wolfsbane and Datura,
Her name in laughter tender were many,
So she said,
And those names I will not repeat
Afixed to her brow a crystal green so dark and magnificent
A black feather arose high from it, it had fallen,
and I were, many years hence to learn the legend
Of Lucifers crown that shattered the same and one were
Fashioned as a grail in Cerridwens dream
And one minds eye through which to see.
The sword itself were the crescents of the moon,
Each part fashioned in the tide of the waning or waxing,
The blade, two edged, and again she spoke,
“That which knights and that which beheads”*
That which praises and that which casts pariahs.
I could not see if nature bowed to her, or she to it, they were a dance together,
Everything collapsed, as if all were one thing,
In that moment I were both she, and nature, and me,
And to the stars above I fell, it were so vast I could have sang the song forever,
I heard the noise of the cosmos like a serpents hiss,
Within it were all the wisdom known,
And yet none of it could I grasp,
It belonged to itself, even beyond the will of the lady of the lake,
Then answer me, what am I
And no answer was given, except we laughed at a joke with no punchline
A story of no end, and though it were cruel,
I was reborn.)

Self initiation – 22 June 1989 Hainault Forest – Essex. aged 22

* charge from trad’ and hereditary witchcraft

External Information ~ ‘The Lady of the Lake’ – Wikipedia