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The night is long and the wind is cold,
we are lit by the fire of love.
The night is long and our hearts are bold,
the future is our making.
Goddess! We are open, to the task that is to come.
Goddess! We are willing, fill us with your power!
Saturday, The Morrigan wove in and among us all day long, asking for preparation and for sacrifices willingly made. That night, she came to us on the wings of crows and ravens. She came in the heat of battle, and the frenzy of desire. She rode on the spirits of those who were, to raise the cry for what is to come.
What inside us is willing to stand firm?
What in us is willing to train?
Inside us beats a hero's heart. Under what old messages is this buried? What in us fears the task that is at hand?
"Rise up, children. Rise up to your own calling. Rise up to prepare for what is to come."
What is to come?
No one does know, but the messages are on the wind: "Find something you believe in and stand firmly there. Train your body, mind, heart and spirit. Become as strong and supple as you can be. Help your friends and those around you. Do not let go of your own power. Find your weakness and embrace it. Work with the shadows in your heart. Above all, listen to the call, to the tugging at your core. What is strong in you? Support this with all your might and your ability."
Sunday morning, in the aftermath of ritual, we sat around discussing the ways in which we need to grow stronger. Old stories of muggings and assaults came up, again and again. I joked with a compatriot that along with organizing my class "Mysteries of the Body in Prayer" perhaps we should organize "Mysteries of the Body in Battle." Several people decided that this should not be a joke. We have agreed to help each other train, to grow insightful and aware, and to learn the ways of strength.
We can all help each other toward greatness, no matter what is to come. Are we willing? That willingness alone speaks of the courageous heart.
As Freya spoke to me three years ago: "The battle boar is ready. Do not stand down."
Let us rise to our full height instead.
[Wishing a blessed Dia de los Muertos for those who celebrate.]
we are lit by the fire of love.
The night is long and our hearts are bold,
the future is our making.
Goddess! We are open, to the task that is to come.
Goddess! We are willing, fill us with your power!
Saturday, The Morrigan wove in and among us all day long, asking for preparation and for sacrifices willingly made. That night, she came to us on the wings of crows and ravens. She came in the heat of battle, and the frenzy of desire. She rode on the spirits of those who were, to raise the cry for what is to come.
What inside us is willing to stand firm?
What in us is willing to train?
Inside us beats a hero's heart. Under what old messages is this buried? What in us fears the task that is at hand?
"Rise up, children. Rise up to your own calling. Rise up to prepare for what is to come."
What is to come?
No one does know, but the messages are on the wind: "Find something you believe in and stand firmly there. Train your body, mind, heart and spirit. Become as strong and supple as you can be. Help your friends and those around you. Do not let go of your own power. Find your weakness and embrace it. Work with the shadows in your heart. Above all, listen to the call, to the tugging at your core. What is strong in you? Support this with all your might and your ability."
Sunday morning, in the aftermath of ritual, we sat around discussing the ways in which we need to grow stronger. Old stories of muggings and assaults came up, again and again. I joked with a compatriot that along with organizing my class "Mysteries of the Body in Prayer" perhaps we should organize "Mysteries of the Body in Battle." Several people decided that this should not be a joke. We have agreed to help each other train, to grow insightful and aware, and to learn the ways of strength.
We can all help each other toward greatness, no matter what is to come. Are we willing? That willingness alone speaks of the courageous heart.
As Freya spoke to me three years ago: "The battle boar is ready. Do not stand down."
Let us rise to our full height instead.
[Wishing a blessed Dia de los Muertos for those who celebrate.]
It suddenly occurs to me to wonder why Thelemites have not developed an elaborate tradition of martial arts training. “As brothers fight ye!”
Also, though it's a bit sideways, I'm reminded of Duff McDuffie's surprising and insightful post on how maybe James “sweatlodge of death” Ray is actually a powerful but incompetent magickian who successfully invoked the Warrior without knowing what he was getting into.
A portion of the lyrics:
Dry your eyes and quietly bear this pain with pride
For heaven shall remember the silent and the brave
And promise me they will never see, the fear within our eyes
We will give strength to those who still remain
So bury fear, for fate draws near
And hide the signs of pain
With noble acts, the bravest souls
Endure the heart's remains
Discard regret, that in this debt
A better world is made
That children of a newer day might remember
And avoid our fate
Of course, too, the experience of being a warrior is yet another sort of Mystery, different for every person that experiences it. And yet in some odd way the same.
Standing Strong
I'd be happy to teach/share Self Defense methods with any of your cohort if you're interested.
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