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H'ur
By Daniel Cox   
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
Last edited: Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Posted: Sunday, March 02, 2008

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A poetic discription of the ancient goddess of the stone age.

 

 

 

 

 

H’ur

 

 

“From the great above She opened her ear to the great below,

From the great above the Goddess opened her ear to the great below,

From the great above Inanna opened her ear to the great below,

My lady abandoned heaven & earth to descend to the underworld,

Inanna abandoned heaven & earth to descend to the underworld,

She abandoned heaven and earth to descend to the underworld”

This is a part of a four thousand year old Sumerian story of the descent of the Goddess Inanna,

One small chapter about one Goddess,

One name in a thousand names of the great Goddess,

One Goddess out a thousand nations & tribes.

See now how ancient She is, out of one moment in a vast eon of time.

She was here first.

She is where all came from.

She is where all will descend.

My Goddess has many faces, my Goddess has many names, yet She is faceless, nameless, fathomless.

She is as ancient as the primordial sea from whence we came,

She is as ancient as the highest mountain we are seeking to reach.

From every corner of the earth there will be stories told of Her,

From every corner of the earth winds will whisper stories about Her,

From every corner of the earth tombs will echo stories for Her.

My lady is one, & like a beam of light fractures into a rainbow spectrum of divine deities, each shade a different colour, each shade a different tone, each shade a different power.

Many who revere Her call themselves witches,

Many who revel in Her delights call themselves witches,

Many who obsess over Her call themselves witches,

But a witch you need not be, nor pagan, shaman or mystic, to love Her or be beloved of Her.

Unlike the transcendent god of christendom & judeo, the great Goddess is not in some distant afterlife, She is here & now, She not only created the earth in Her womb, She is the womb, She is the earth.

All came from Her & all will descend unto Her.

She created us in Her own image, the clay of the earth contains the same elements as our own bodies, the same chemicals , the same waters, Her rivers flow like the blood in our veins, Her tides envelope us like our emotions, listen carefully & you can hear Her heartbeat .

Three faces of the Goddess are, three faces of the moon.

One for each, and each is one, together form the whole.

I see the Goddess as a circle, with no beginning or end, thus do I see no chapter in which to start, So I choose to start with the ancient Goddess of the mists of time, Mother of all creation, triple Goddess of the circle of rebirth.

The Great Ma, Mother of the all.

Deep in the womb of a woman, an embryo dances to the rhythm of a heartbeat.

Deep in the womb of the Goddess, a soul dances to the rhythm of a heartbeat.

Deep in the womb of the Divine Mother, the earth dances to the rhythm of a heartbeat.

Nature is rhythmic, nature is circular, nature is polaric, rhythms and cycles are natures language, the voice of my Lady reverberates through patterns and cyclisms.

The moon shines down as a reminder of this cycle, She is the Goddess’s daughter Ur.

 

O Dark Lady,

When the moon is high & the cool night soothes my soul,

Here do I breath your light.

When the wild hunt rides by, & Kerns breath is on my neck,

Here does my heart now beat your drum.

When the silvery mists close in & touch my skin,

Here do I now feel your caress.

When the moths dry wings fly through my mind,

Now do I hear your whispers.

O Dark Lady of flaming eyes open my heart & teach my soul to fly.

All bodies of fluidity are affected by this ancient satellite, all waters, all depths, all darkness’s.

Like a divine magnet She pulls, She draws, She swells, She releases,

Our spirits, our menstruations, our embryos, our emotions & psychosis are all affected with the rhythm of the moon.

This great beacon in the dark, this lamp of the night, this moonship sailing on high is the daughter of my Goddess, full & swollen She reflects the light of Her Mother pregnant with all of life.

Sculptress of being, creatress of life.

In Her infinite womb She holds all seeds of new life & light, She holds the decaying corpses of the old, waiting to be born are the souls of the dead, continuing the sacred journey.

She invokes from the darkness, all things come into being from the darkness & the ancient waters.

All things come out of this dark water.

Thoughts & therefore actions come from the dark recesses of the mind, the brain its self concealed in a vessel of water. all humans on earth came from the dark wet womb of a female, swimming in a pool of embryonic fluid, evolution as some may say came from the dark primordial sea, new shoots break through the dark wet crust of the earth.

Each of these things that emerged from the darkness are guided & released into the light.

 

 

Green is the colour of nature and nurture, full are her breasts and swollen her stomach, sacred her thighs and vulva, opening to the vast womb of life, great recumbent one, she is the embracing summer, the sun shines on her copper skin.

O great mother, She of a thousand names,

whose thighs are holy,

Hear me I pray.

O great mother, She of a thousand names,

Whose belly is swollen,

Hear me I pray.

O great mother She of a thousand names,

Whose breasts are full,

Hear me I pray.

O great mother, She of a thousand names,

Whose vulva is open,

Hear me I pray.

O great mother, She of a thousand names,

Whose womb is vast and sacred,

Hear me I pray.

O great mother, She of a thousand names,

Whose body is recumbent ,

Hear me I pray.

O great mother, She of a thousand names,

Whose breath engenders life,

Hear me I pray.

 

 

All of life is ripe, all of life is exuberant, all of life is swollen and undulating with juice ready for the harvest. Red is Her sacred colour of life and death and both are seen in shades of blood.

She is giver and taker of life, She is the terrible Mother and now feel her icy breath as Crone.

After the last harvest all that is left is for the ice Queen of winter.

The Bone mother. The Calliach. The Hoeur.

With Her claws She strokes your spine to an icy chill, She pricks your skin into gooseflesh, Her stare quickens your pulse, She decays your flesh, and cools your blood, and She eats.

Like Baba Yaga She eats, like the carrion crow She eats, when a flower shrivels, She eats, when someone dies She eats, when someone is sacrificed or killed in battle She drinks their blood.

 

Oh great Goddess lonesome as hell,

Be silent unquenchable one and I will give you solace,

My heart is open to you, sit, come, your mouths are all hungry and opening and snapping shut.

Come feed on my bones and marrow, swallow me whole,

Come, sup on my blood, consume me with your depth.

Gently now Hag of winter, devour me with your love, so I may be reborn,

A child of the Great Mother.

The Crone controls the dark mysteries, death, decay, sex, rebirth, antiquity.

Blue is Her colour, darkest of all, liken to the colour of mid-night and the treacherous sea .

When we face our fear of Her, our fear of ourselves, our fear of death She will reveal Her true face, that of the divine Grandmother.

Her face is gentle and kind, weathered by time, white is the colour of Her hair.

Her smiling eyes tell you “do not be afraid” out of death comes new life, out of despair comes new hope, and when we face our fears, strength is our reward.

Again we see the power of the dark to produce the light, for without the dark we would not have the light.

Within the darkness of despair seeds of new hope are planted ready to be reborn when the season is right.

The season of spring follows winter , the sun dawns with His new splendour and grace and melts the heart of the ice Queen, for He is Her Son and the bond is eternal.

The Crone is transformed, gone is the Hag of winter, now in Her place the Maiden Goddess of spring.

The Gracious Koeur.

O star of morning, hunted by night,

Reborn is this day encircled by light,

Bless me this day and all that I do,

Whom ever I touch, whatever I choose,

With sweet crystal waters and light of the sun

Entwine with my spirit

O gracious one.

A concept She is more than face or form, Goddess of the dawn, Lady of the daystar.

She is the diamond dew that settles on the grass and web, the mists over the hills and mountain, She is the gasp of new pleasure, the excitement in the air, the quickening of the pulse, She is with all creatures playful and learned, She looses your inhibitions, and makes words you dare not say slip from your tongue, all your wildest dreams She dreams for you, all your secret pleasures She erupts from you, passion enflames our hearts and loins

The honeyed moon drips with lust onto an ocean of blood and wine, the air turns thick with must, a raw vaporous fume engulfing our minds, the rut begins again, the great rite has commenced.

The Horned Beast, swollen and throbbing poised and restrained, ready to merge, ready to become the Dancing Beast with the two backs.

The dance quicken, life quickens, spinning and spinning, faster and faster, the universe undulating in an orgy of sparks and fireflies, passion like a coiled serpent ready to pounce becomes silent and still, then an explosion of exuberant light fills all of creation,

Beads of sweat and light nourish the earth,

And She who is our Mother is with child once more,

She who is our Goddess is with life once more,

She who is Ma is pregnant once more.

 

Child of promise, promise of life, life eternal.

All is one, and the one is in all.

The true nature of blessed be.

 

Lady of moonlight,

On incensed prayer you call me,

From ancient seas you fly to me,

Through starlit dreams you speak to me,

Till the dawning of the sun.

In the light of a flame you enlighten me,

With out stretched wings you envelope me,

In your eternal womb you hold me,

Till the dawning of the sun.

With loving eyes you watch over me,

With healing hand you touch me,

With your beating heart you sooth me,

Till the dawning of the sun.

 

 

 

 

 



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