The Charge of the Dark Goddess By Lynne O'Connor Click here to go to her website.
The Dark Goddess speaks to us, through the mouths of Lilith, Kali, Tiamet, Hekat e, 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 fertilizes the Living. I am the Bottomless Pit, the never-ending struggle to reclaim that which is denied. I am the Key that unlocks every 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 center 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.
The Charge of the Dark Goddess II 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, Er eshkigal, Arianhrod, Durga, Inanna, Tiamat, and by a million, million other name s: Hear me child, and know Me for who I am. I have been with you since you were bor n, 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 chil dren 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 My steries. I snip the threads that bring my children home to me. I slit the throat s 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. Op
en 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 rainb ow of union. I am the velvet depths of the night sky, the swirling mists of midnight, shroude d in mystery. I am the chrysalis in which you will face that which terrifies you and from whic h you will blossom forth, vibrant and renewed. Seek me at the crossroads, and yo u 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 you. I am part of you, and I am within you. Seek m e 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 y ou everywhere and find the Power within to be who you wish. The Charge of the Dark Goddess III Listen to the words of the Dark Mother, who of old was called Hecate, Nuit, Morr igan, Banba, Erda, Macha, MotherNight, Sekhmet, and many other names: Whenever you seek wisdom, at the time of the Darkening Moon, come together in ve and trust and learn of Me, who am the Wisest of Crones...Ye who search the steries of the Earth, the secrets of Air and Darkness, of Blood and Fire, the lence of the uttermost stars, come unto me, and I shall whisper to you in the pths of midnight. lo my si de
Ye shall approach Me in 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 t hat 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 th e silence before birth and after death. I am the clouded mirror in which you scr y 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 pas sage between the worlds. To those that toy with Me am I an instrument of self-de struction. yet to the true seeker do I bring knowledge beyond mortal comprehensi on. 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.
