So brief is Her visit but now I am able to predict Her approaching.  I am able to listen to Her simple words without being overwhelmed by who She is.  She is leading me back, whispering...always whispering.  "Stay with me", She whispers in the soft moonlight. With all the lights out and the patches of lunar energy entering my tired hands, sparks of memory and creation flood into me.  She wants me to feel perfectly safe here, in this darkness.  She blew light into the candles for me.

The presence of Her Majesty has become so compelling.  The smell of apples where there are none lingers mysteriously.  She can see something dark and heavy sits on my chest and assures me that I have put it there myself, should I want Her help, I should again just say "Goddess help me".  Calling Her more now than ever, feeling the red and gold hues of love and comfort swirling around me as shadows fall softly and Her hands answer as they trace patterns of moonlight into shapes of divinity...

Part Three

She has again stirred a familiar story in my heart.  She has recovered for me that which I believed had been removed by the vicious reality of humanity.  Harried and dripping with the blood of time, my beating heart pounds in my chest and my thoughts race like thunderous hooves against my mind.  Quietly I retreat into a passage between the mountains and dark shadows surround me as the full moon rose overhead. 

Only a heartbeat separates me from Her, a breathless interlude with the cold wind tears my lips of their prose.  Her chill rips through me and into me with a slicing motion that cleaves fear from my soul.  A thrashing moment when all life stops and as if mechanically slowed down, I am shown great madness within myself.  Shearing the dark shadows with pale fingers, I grasp for something I cannot see, something that will turn the blackening tide.  Crimson sheets of silk snap on branches in the bitter wind just after dusk, visions and shadows of black birds in the boughs. A blue black smoke rolls over the land from where I crouch and beyond.  An ocean of velvet and salt lay at my feet and I am very much alone as lightning scorches the evening sky.

Just when I believe I can never feel more alone, a figure, flowing and prominent beckons me to a place of shelter.  I have been fooled before yet even now, I understand that time is fleeting and though I know not what lays ahead, I must hear Her.  There is nothing more to lose as cold sharp rain begins to fall...

...

She leads me up and around to the top of a cliff where a small altar lit by enough candles to warm my mortal body welcomes me.  She raises Her arms to the waxing moon and the energy swirls up and around, protecting me from the chill of the falling drops as they continue to soak into me.  She transfers a graceful and powerful energy to me, Her hands now lowered to my shoulders, a current of majesty and confidence courses through me, both of which I had thought I had known, now naivety took its place as fear of anyone or thing was removed.

 

She never spoke a word through Her divine lips.  Her eyes and hands were the conversationalists, and Her power coursed through them so rampantly that there was no chance of being unscathed by Her presence.  Nothing could replace this moment, nor could it be conjured on just any day.  Who knew if I would meet Her here, in this way, ever again?

 

 

Until next time...