The Charge of The Dark Goddess

Charge of the Dark Goddess

Version 1 – by Lynne O’Connor

The Dark Goddess speaks to us, through the mouths of Lilith, Kali, Tiamet, Hekate, Nix, the Black Madonna, Nemesis and Morgane.

I am the Darkness behind and beneath the shadows.

I am the absence of air that awaits at the bottom of every breath.

I am the Ending before Life begins again,

the Decay that fertilises the Living.

I am the Bottomless Pit,

the never-ending struggle to reclaim that which is denied.

I am the Key that unlocks ever Door.

I am the Glory of Discovery,

for I am that which is hidden, secluded and forbidden.

Come to me at the Dark Moon

and see that which can not be seen,

face the terror that is yours alone.

Swim to me through the blackest oceans

to the centre of your greatest fears –

the Dark God and I will keep you safe.

Scream to us in terror, and yours will be the Power to Forbear.

Think of me when you feel pleasure, and I will intensify it,

until the time when I may have the greatest pleasure

of meeting you at the Crossroads Between the Worlds.

Version 2

Wisdom and empowerment are the gifts of the Dark Goddess of Transformation. She is known to us as Kali, Hecate, Cerridwen, Lilith, Persephone, Fata, Morgana, Ereshkigal, Arianrhod, Durga, Inanna, Tiamet, and by a million, million other names:

Hear me child and know Me for who I am. I have ben with you si nce you were born and I will stay with you until you return to Me at the final dusk.

I am the passionate and seductive lover who inspires the poet to dream. I am the One who calls to you at the end of your journey. After the day is done, My children find their blessed rest in my embrace.

I am the womb from which all things are born.

I am the shadowy, still tomb; all things must come to Me and bare their breasts to die and be reborn to the Whole.

I am the Sorceress that will not be ruled, the Weaver of Time, the Teacher of Mysteries. I snip the threads that bring my children home to me. I slit the throats of the cruel and drink the blood of the heartless. Swallow your fear and come to me, and you will discover true beauty, strength and courage.

I am the fury which rips the flesh from injustice.

I am the glowing forge that transforms your inner demons into tools of power. Open yourself to my embrace and overcome.

I am the glinting sword that protects you from harm.

I am the crucible in which all the aspects of yourself merge together in a rainbow of union.

I am the velvet depths of the night sky, the swirling mists of midnight, shrouded in mystery.

I am the chrysalis in which you will face that which terrifies you and from which you will blossom forth, vibrant and renewed. Seek me at the crossroads, and you shall be transformed, for once you look upon my face, there is no return.

I am the fire that kisses the shackles away.

I am the cauldron in which all opposites grow to know each other in Truth.

I am the web which connects all things.

I am the Healer of all wounds, the Warrior who rights all wrongs in their Time. I make the weak strong. I make the arrogant humble. I raise up the oppressed and empower the disenfranchised. I am Justice tempered with Mercy.

Most importantly, child, I am with you. I am part of you, and I am within you. Seek me within and without, and you will be strong. Know me. Venture into the dark so that you may awaken to Balance, Illumination and Wholeness. Take my Love with you everywhere and find the Power within to be who you wish.

Version 3

Listen to the words of the Dark Mother, who of old was called Hecate, Nuit, Morrigan, Banba, Erda, Macha, MotherNIght, Sekhmet, and many other names:

Whenever you seek wisdom, at the time of the Darkening Moon, come together in love and trust and learn of Me, who am the Wisest of Crones… Ye who search the mysteries of the Earth, the secrets of Air and Darkness, the Blood and Fire, the silence of the uttermost stars, come unto me, and I shall whisper to you in the depths of midnight.

Ye shall approach Me in the silence, and as a sign that ye are free from fear, your breast you shall bare to My blade… for fear has no place in My mysteries, and that which you seek of me will destroy you if you fear it.

For I am the dolmen arch beyond which stretch the mysteries of infinity. I am the silence before birth and after death. I am the clouded mirror in which you scry your own soul. I am mist in the twilight, the vast and starry sky of midnight, shadows on the Moon.

All things come to Me in the end, and yet I am the beginning of all. I meet you at the crossroads, I lead you through the darkness, My hand you grasp in the passage between the worlds. To those that toy with Me am I an instrument of self-destruction, yet to the true seeker do I bring knowledge beyond mortal comprehension.

Of you shall I demand the utter truth of all that you are, and in return shall I give you all that you may be, all that I am. For My wisdom is beyond the Ages, and knowledge of My Secrets is power over self, over fear, over death. Nor do I demand aught of you which you cannot give. For I am the Mother of Mysteries, and as you know Me, so shall you learn to know yourself.

Autumn Goddess Charge

I am the waning moon

The Goddess who is fading from the land

In the Springtime I sought my Lord

And mated with him beneath the trees and stars

At Beltane I wed my Lord

Beneath the first blossoms of the hawthorn tree

And in the Summertime I ripened the apples in the orchards

And the fruit grew round and strong

At the corn harvest I cut down my Lord

That by his death our people might be fed

And now in the Autumn time

I descend beneath the Earth

To dwell with my Lord in his dark kingdom

Until our child is born

At the Winter Solstice I will bring forth the child

And renew your hope

And at Candlemas I myself will return

To renew the land

I leave you, but I return to you

When you see my power fade

And the leaves fall from the trees

When snow obliterates like death

All trace of me upon the Earth

Then look for me in the Moon

And in the heavens, you will see the soul of me 

Soaring still among the stars

And in that darkest time

When the Moon is covered by shadow

And there is no trace of me in Heaven or on Earth

When you look outward and your lives seem cold and dark and barren

Let not despair eat at your hearts.

For when I am hidden

I am but renewing

When I am waning

I am making ready for return

Remember my promise and look within you

And there you will find the spirit of me

Awaiting those who will seek

For by the well-spring of your being

I await you always.

I am Diana in Heaven

And on Earth, Persephone

And within you that dark Hecate

Triple am I

The One in Three

My body the Earth

My soul the Moon

And within thine innermost self

The eternal spirit of me.

Reflecting on... The Ties That Bind

The idea to write about this particular concept has been bubbling at the surface of my consciousness for several days. It came to me in meditation when I was reflecting specifically on what keeps me on my current path of witchcraft. Where does my faith in the God & Goddess come from? I have been lucky enough to not face much prejudice or objection in the matter of my beliefs which is wonderful and I am grateful for it but it does make me wonder whether if my path had ever been challenged, would I still be on it? I am bound to what I believe only by the belief itself; it was my decision to follow a spiritual, natural and magickal path. So, what keeps me believing? What are the ties that bind me to it? These are fundamental questions which if I did not know the answers, having my path challenged could potentially make me waver from it.

My beliefs have taken years of practice to develop and those practices, that experience is what keeps my path solid beneath my feet. I trust in the presence of deity because I have felt that presence in my circle; I experience the Goddess every time I look at the moon and every time I walk barefoot on the earth; I feel the God beside me each time the warmth and light of the sun surrounds me. What ties me to them is my belief that they are present in each day and night that I acknowledge them; what ties me to that belief is feeling their presence. Therein lays the knot which binds me to the belief in the Lord & Lady whom watch over me and the magickal endeavours I perform.

Being bound to my path is not limited to the belief in the God & Goddess; the creation of my spiritual path has been formed by experiencing many energies: trees, rocks and crystals which bind me to the steady and abundant energy of earth; turbulent storms, tranquil streams and powerful ocean waves bring the element of water flowing through my beliefs and bind me to them; the simplicity of a candle flame and the roaring passion of the sun make fire the binding which keeps me in love with my craft. But stronger than all of these things are the breezes which carry the scent of the season and the eternal fountain which is my imagination; these things bind me to the element of air which is the truest and tightest knot of everything that keeps me believing.

A spiritual path, whether Wiccan, Eclectic, Dianic or otherwise is bound to its traveller by the energies and elements which formed it. The last leaf of Autumn floating on a crisp breeze could be the first step on a spiritual discovery of the seasons. Each path is unique to the individual; I walk my path with the God & Goddess by my side, the magick of the elements surrounding me and all the energy of the Universe as back up. This is the path I am bound to by choice, by love and by respect. The journey creates the ties that bind and each step is another knot.

Wittering on 14/02/14 - Full Moon Drama

It seems that as I had prioritised my studies over the enjoyment and acknowledgement of the full moon, the Goddess was making me see reason. On a whim I went outside for some fresh air and a clearing appeared through the heavy cloud cover out of nowhere... there she was, bright and full. As I had planned to bless full moon water tonight, the words came to me as easy as if she had said them first and I was repeating them back:

Blessed Goddess, heed my call,

Send your light through my wall.

Bless the water especially laid,

With your sacred glow cascade.

So mote it be!

As soon as I was done, she slipped back behind clouds out of view. On my way back up the stairs, the answer to my other spell problem solved itself. So I went back downstairs and out into the garden again, to thank her and once again the moon appeared from behind the clouds...

Bright Mother, I thank you

For your wisdom so true

These words are empowered

By the light that you showered

Blessed Be!

The dark clouds hid her as I finished my thanks and I felt her presence slowly dissipate.

I’ve shared this because I know to prioritise the Goddess at the Full Moon, I’ve been a witch for a long time and the Full Moon is like her birthday but it’s good to know she’ll kick me up the butt if I forget. I just hope she remembers mine – lol!!!