The Body Decline

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I went to sew the ribbon back on my 6 year old daughter’s Samhain costume earlier and though I tried for 20 minutes even with my glasses on, I discovered I could not thread the damn needle!

I should not really be so surprised. I am 47 afterall; not quite very old, but no young maiden either.

So it begins I thought to myself, cursing and muttering to myself as I continued to thread the needle with its seemingly microscopic eye.

It is not surprising to me that upon waking each day, my body rejects movement.
I often look at my older daughters with their youthful flexibility and wonder why as I struggle to put my feet on the floor to make any attempt for yoga to try and ease some relief.

It is a fact that there people who for all their effort for healthy living just end up the same way I feel right now in their own later years.

Again, I ask, why?

Why must it be this way? That the body declines, and decays while we still have life?

Then I hear the quiet voice of the Goddess;

“It is as inevitable as the changing seasons that the body must wither and  be released back within My body which is eternal.”

I sigh in contemplation of Her words.

She is the indwelling to my humanness.

For it is natural to fight the ravages of time’s effect on our physical bodies.

There is no defense against growing old.

No spell, incantation, or potion.
No simple holistic remedy, or cure.

It just simply is.

For all our wanting, and longing for beauty and youthfulness till the end of our earthly existence is purely futile.

While I do not approach my Cronehood with great gladness and understand I still have many more years ahead of me before I do reach that plateau;

The Crone still approaches.

However slowly, and however painfully, She will come.

I rest in that inevitable fact.

Text Rev. Donna Mulvey
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October 2014

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Mark of the Warrior

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It can no longer be accepted
Nor accepted should it be
That a man is only violent and agressive…
For as even as a man compliments the woman
Neither holding her above or below himself
But recognizing that which naturally resides within himself
Thus the joining of two separate beings
Merge into one sacred being
Each receiving and taking that which is necessary
And giving of each other
So a man must be both the animal, and the lover
To embrace the Goddess within himself…
So is the mark of the warrior
Both the creator and the destruction….

Poem Rev. Donna Mulvey
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October 2014

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Awaken

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Awakening to ecstasy
Smoldering embers give way to flame
Love bursts forth with spring’s first kiss
Angels dance breathlessly among glittering stars
Lily-white flowers fall gently on sun sparkled waters
So does love begin with such fancy fare
In the rise and fall of the moon so pale
and the wild horses mate with unseen abandon
The first flush that begins with a simple glance, or touch
It quickens the heart, and the blood races
It ripens slowly with every passing day
Deepening with every moment spent in each other’s arms.
Love begins with you and me.

Poem Rev. Donna Mulvey

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October 2014

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The Stormbringer

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Bewitched am I;
The dark clouds that come swiftly
O’er barren fields in winter’ rest
Embrace me now, dark warrior!
With your thunder that cuts the silent day
And drowns the raven’s cries of war.
Thrust your sword of lightning upon me,
I accept it glady!
I stretch my arms to hold he who rides the dark tides of heaven’s breath
Winds that crush yet loosen my soul to flight
His roaring breath beside
Of mortal confines, I am free
Dancing past forever the stombringer’s wake…..

Poem: Rev. Donna Mulvey
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October 2014

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Morning Affirmation

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Xoxo

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Winter Magic-A Tale of the Horned God of Yule

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While under a pale white moon, where sparkling snowflakes swirl in the frosty air and the winter fairies dance beneath starlit skies I was walking in an enchanted wonderland when I stumbled upon a man seated near the mouth of a cave before a cheery fire. He was sparsely dressed despite the cold and his eyes were so incredibly blue I could see them clearly from a relative distance. I thought I would cry for the sight of them.

He spoke not a word, but held out a hand to me (I did find it odd how he knew I was standing there watching him behind some snow laden trees). I was so filled with.awe and wonder at the sight, what else could I do but accept the hand he offered. I joined him at the fire, glad for the comforting warmth and company in the deep woods in the night.

He offered me a silver cup, and nodded his head; a bit of his dark hair falling over his forehead as he did so. I took the cup. I shivered and trembled with cold even though I was clothed from head to toe.  The liquid burned my throat as it slid down into my belly. It tasted of cinnamon, orange, and cloves with other spices I did not recognize but blended together perfectly.

I suddenly felt light-headed as my mind began to spin, and suddenly I felt very warm….and suddenly very self-conscious.

Again, he nodded and he brought out a drum. He began to beat out a rythm, a rythm enticing me to move. Slow and seductive. The heat that welled up in me was too much to bear, I removed my coat, my scarf, hat, and gloves, despite the frigid air. I began to dance.

As my feet began to move my self consciousness became painfully acute. I stopped, and hid my face with my hands. The drumming ceased but continued to echo through the wind, and the trees. The man rose from his seat, walking up behind me. He put his arms around me in an embrace that completely left me senseless. I felt no fear, nor cold. I felt a deep smoldering ember of longing sweep through me. I was afraid, and he knew it.

I was surprised that instead of taking advantage of me, he took my face in his weathered hands but oh such beautiful hands and drew his lips to mine ever so gently. They were warm and inviting.

Suddenly we were standing at a river’s edge. He bade me to look within the depths of the frozen water which shone like a mirror in the moonlight; but all I saw was my own face reflected back. I hadnt realized until after he stepped beside me and our reflections merge as one did I understand.

“I am the God of Nature. What you see, is thine own self. I am not confined by the traditional laws of what you call society” he said to me. “I exist in all things, and all things exist in Me. I prepare the way. You are the key.”

I saw the faces separate again, and great horns were clearly visible. My clothes seemed to suddenly melt away. He spun me around quickly to look into his face. My eyes drinking in every small detail of face and horn. Oh those eyes so blue melting away my mortal fears.

“You are the vessel of the Goddess from which I drink” he said to me then. He drew my face to his again, his kiss more deep, almost urgent.

I returned that kiss with a fever.

Gentle hues of rose and gold became born on the horizon as I was suddenly alone in the forest, naked but warm as the sun made its way over the crest of the trees.

I fell to my knees in the snow and place my hands on the ground before me as I watched him climb higher and higher at the break of the day.

I screamed. Not from the lack of lips that kissed me, or the arms that held me.

I had birthed the Sun….

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The God Speaks-Lucifer Volume 2

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I was born of you, therefore I reflect you; Nay, I am you.

Creation starts with a spark and a seed. Planted and concieved in the primordial waters of the Goddess womb.

Even as you Her children concieved of and in Her Love

So too, was I, born in and of that sacred Love.

Complete and whole.

Yet even I grow pale and weak with the setting of days…and ascend each new morning with anewed strentgh and vigor to illuminate the dark shadows in your soul and the very Universe itself.

Stretching across its vast reaches where no mortal being can travel unless the soul is released from its earthly prison.

Where I sit and marvel at the Glory that is the heart of the Mother of All Creation.

October 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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