Hear
ye the words...hear ye the words...hear ye the words
Of
the God/dess/x
The
pulse of whose heart
Runs
through your veins
Whose
blood is the beginning (and end) of life
I
am the dark velvet of midnight’s quiet
And
the grace of movement in darkness
And
the enormity of all you imagine when there is no limit
And
the power of the scythe
Call
unto your soul, arise and come unto Me!
For
I am the Queen of the darkest hour
Which
gives knowledge of all ends
From
Me all beings are born
and
unto Me they return again and again
Before
Me, beloved of all, let your divine innermost self
Be
exalted
in
the presence of Divine glory
Let
my worship be in the heart that rejoices, for behold:
All
acts of love and pleasure are my rituals
Therefore,
let there be beauty and strength, honor and pride, power and
compassion, mirth and reverence among you
And
those of you who seek to know Me, know this: That all your seeking
and yearning shall avail you not, unless you know the Mystery.
If
that which you seek, you find not Here, you shall never find
it. For behold, I have been with you from the beginning and I am
unfolding in your soul at this very moment
