A heart breaking love story
Ancient love, Sacred lovers, Gods and Goddess of times gone by…Torn apart by us!
They are so sacred to each other...
Born a part and yet so intertwined they hold each other up and guided each others’ ways.
Sacred Lovers
The Gods and Goddess of Stories past
She loves him. As He, He loves her.
Never truly a part, despite the miles and miles in physical distance.
He would shower her with his gentle touch
so soft as it fell upon her face.. gentle as dew in the morning dawn
He would ensure that the waterfalls would fall and that the roar would uplift
He would insist that the light was right and the water was soft,
and the Rainbow was gifted
He would ensure that the Rivers ran and the Streams flowed,
and when She was hot from the suns great rays, He would wash Her and soothe Her.
and when there were young growing, He would ensure there was enough to fertilise Her even more, so that new life would continue
and grow
and grow
and grow
She would shine in colours so exquisite,
sing in song so profound
She would die and be reborn each day, each turn of the moon, each season..
They were gentle
and passionate
and soothing
and calming
forever connected
forever a part
Father Sky.
Mother Earth.
Nothing ever separated them.
Nothing ever threatened them.
Until one day
the Others came
They used Her,
Abused her
Threatened all the life upon her
And He would cried out in sorrow
in pain
His world
his love was being desecrated, torn apart, raped and pillaged.
The Others didn’t seem to stop
More.
More.
MORE…
He watched from far away,
where once it was easy to wrap his arms around Her in an embrace of cool soothing stillness,
where once it was easy to fall down upon her and soothe all Her living creatures.
where once it was easy to dance in the heavens with Light and Sound and allow His love to fall around Her,
Now
Now
NOW…. there was a block
a wall as thick as smoke
a wall as heavy as guilt and shame
a wall as impenetrable as anger and rage
How could he reach his beloved,
who now was crying in pain
burning
and smouldering
igniting and flaming
The Others
continued and caused more pain and heartache.
Some however,
were different.
Of the same breed,
yet different.
Like the Hero’s of old, some came out first, protecting, guarding, standing tall.
Like the Fey of old, some only came out when they felt sure others weren't looking, casting their own old magic, they too cast circles of protection and healing.
And yet it still wasn’t enough
Why didn’t more come out
stand tall
light their own inner fires?
Why didn’t more cry their unshed tears
and water their own inner gardens?
Why didn’t more clean out their inner sheds letting the past be cleaned and cleared, returning what was no longer theirs,
saying “No more!” I don't want this belief, behaviour, idea in my garden shed any more,
I need to move beyond this
step clear of the threshold
move away from the turmoil?
Why didn’t more rise up from the ashes? Their own inner fires that burnt them and caused them to be charred and bruised? Why didn’t they see they were stronger?
Why didn’t more realise that there were two types of fires inside…one of their Vision and Purpose, and the other fire of Anger, Rage, Hatred, Fear. Why didn’t they let the former one burn with grace and purpose and awareness. The latter be soothed out with the wisdom from within and with waters of compassion, empathy and understanding.
You are who we have been waiting for.
Not your Hero
Not the one who you put on a pedestal
YOU ARE THE ONES WHO THE EARTH HAS BEEN WAITING FOR
for it is you that holds the power to heal, to transform, to empower.
The Rains can not come when the sky is filled with smoke
they are held at bay
prisoners
Those Others who are brave enough to step forward,
to stand tall
to water their own inner droughts
and can turn their own inner battles into sacred medicine,
it is Those Others that will help open the smoke filled frame and bring forth the Rains again
For they know what it is like to be the
True Gardeners
to their own inner Garden
For they know what it is like to tend, to care,
to understand the subtle changes in the tides, the moon, the seasons,
and in themselves
For they know that they hold within them the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine
For they know that to live in harmony upon the Earth is to live in harmony within themselves
For they know that to allow their inner garden to flourish and grow,
they need to tend the flowers,
planting with companions and friends
removing the noxious
tending the saplings.
For they know that to cry is to bring the rain
and to get angry and feel the un-felt is to bring ancient medicine forth -
like a dragon that has hidden
for once it has been truly Named,
it can share its treasures and together the rider and the dragon can soar to greater heights and places.
We are These Others,
YOU AND ME and we have a major role to play in returning the balance of life and love upon this earth.
May we stand tall in our Truth
In our purpose
in our innate gifts.
May we rise up
and be the Lighthouses we are born to be
turning on our inner light
and guiding those out in the darkness safely to shore.
We are the Gods and Goddesses
We are the High Queens and Kings
May we use this ancient magic that we know deep inside
and turn it around
Turn it around
to open the door
between heaven and earth
and re-unite Father Sky and Mother Earth again once more.
Forever more.