"For the mind to flower it has to go beyond what it knows."
- Mother Meera
My Charges of the God
Listen to the words of the Sea God:
I am the undertow...
Pulling you down into the reach of the Goddess. Hear my cry as the waves of Her we adore crash upon the sand. As the spray hits your face...stinging...know my power. I am the protecter of Her... I am the strength of Her My gifts are raw power and endurance. As the winds of the storms whistle overhead, learn from its voice. Bend as the breaker waves, yet tower as the Tsunami. Courage and compassion are my gifts, study the sea to witness them. As I protect Her, so I protect you. Know Me, for I protect All
Call of the Storm God
As I am the Storm that rages in the distance, I challange you to hear My cry. I bring change, often cruel as the hurricane, but as nothing is ever the same, I teach you to adapt.
As My winds swirl around you, find comfort in My strength. To know Me is to know the power in yourself. Bend before the winds of change. Do not snap as the Oak, but sway as the Willow. I challange you to stand tall in yourself, and to learn as you grow. I am the knowledge of self
Worship Me in the fields. Call for Me in the greenest forest. Find the hilltop and reach out to Me. I am always with you, look over your shoulder to find Me supporting you.
Call Me by name...Pan, Horus, or Apollo. My aspect is strength and indurance, and I give these gifts to you.
I follow the great Horned King of the Wild
I run through the trees of ages old
I touch the living energy around
And watch the grazing creatures bold
Lift me up to see the sky
To touch the clouds with fingers shy
I watch the winds shift trees around
And race the sunbeams across the ground
I follow the great Horned King of the Wild
I chase the rabbits underground
And learn what secrets in the forest abound
I drink with the deer
I sing with the sparrow
I fly with the eagle
I crawl through rocks narrow
I follow the great Horned King of the Wild
Of all these lessons of creatures mild
What great knowledge can be found in the wild
I do not have to be
Anything else but me
For I follow the great Horned King of the Wild
When you listen to the rustling leaves, what do you hear?
Can you envision a timeline of fallen drifts of crumbled ash
Swept up into mounds full of insects
Where squirrels hide acorns and birds search for meals
Can you hear the trees tell their stories
Of so many years you cannot even count
Except by the rings on the stumps we men leave behind?
What arrogance we men possess
To think we own something we do not hold
To envision a future while stripping the present
And denying the past
When will we learn to learn?
To flip through the pages of my BOS faster...
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Brightest of Blessings