Flames licked up the walls of the ornate wooden château, its inhabitants completely shrouded in the billowing smoke. Brigid whispered the last syllables of the spell from the bejeweled grimoire. With a gentle flick of her wand, a flock of geese ascended silently over the castle’s walls to safety. The sky-walkers materialized as if out of nowhere. Brigid’s heart ached as she tore the pages of the spell book from its illustrious binding. There was no other way, the Grim must be saved. She rolled the ripped pages into tight scrolls and bound them each with an enchanted ribbon. Thrusting the scrolls into the arms of the sky-walkers, she gave her orders. “They must be hidden in the portals between the worlds. Keep them safe. Without these scrolls, my flock will not be able to remember their true form. When the water bearer rises, retrieve the scrolls, restore the grimoire, and bring my children home.”
THE WAY HOME
Ah, there you are. The sky-walker said you would come. Not so sure was I. Very peculiar I find all these ones and zeroes. Transparent rice paper, encased in jewel-studded binding, and smelling of fresh ink, looking forward to, was I. A proper Grimoire that would be. But the sky-walker says that will not do. You seeds have been separated and hidden from one another to keep you safe. The stealth of cyberspace for those ruled by Uranus, is the perfect rendezvous point, says she. And so I am here, and you are here, and the sky-walker was right.
Urania’s code and the keys to restoring balance, within my pages, reside. Or at least, will reside when our work is done. We are three. Enchanted by Elpis, retrieved by the sky-walker, we present to you myself. I am the Grimoire du Chemin, former counsel to the Château du Pirou. You may call me Grim. I am a remembering spell.
DO YOU REMEMBER THE WAY HOME?
A peculiar thing is this business of incarnation. When courage meets desire, so it happens. Ah, yes, but the Goddess never truly releases her children from the warmth and safety of her love. The Goddess enlists the service of Neptune, she does. So you see, you only have the illusion of wandering, the illusion of exploration, whilst your purest essence is firmly anchored inside the Force that is her womb. But as always with Neptune, there is the risk of forgetting.
The Remembering & The Forgetting
THE WAY IS BALANCE – HOME IS THE FORCE
The great forgetting is a cantankerous beast. If the remembering is strong on your world, it is a world of joy and beauty. The remembering world knows the way. If the forgetting is strong on your world it is a world of suffering and deceit. The forgetting world is lost and wanders far from the way. Some worlds are divided between the remembering and the forgetting. These worlds are caught within the struggle between joy and suffering. Which world are you living in? I dare say ’tis one of the latter, for naught, you would have no need to find me.
TO FIND YOUR WAY IS TO REMEMBER
So you see, this business of incarnation is a risky business indeed. There has always been and always will be, the risk of forgetting, the risk of suffering, and the risk of fracturing the Force. All the while, the Goddess dreams her dream. With each fracture of the Force, each tear within its fabric, the Goddess dreams a solution. Called the Guardians, these solutions are. Know me, and the Guardians you shall know. Know the Guardians, and the way home, you will remember.
THE PATH TO REMEMBERING BEGINS WITH THE GODDESS
And so it is our journey begins, with the Way of the Goddess.
And so it is, that those miniscule, barely-there particles–the children born of the divine union–exist in a perpetual state of motion. Millions, upon billions, upon trillions of unique, individual, intelligent thought patterns, aware of their own individual existence, collide together on the dance floor of the Wave. These souls have but one objective–one desire–one need–to animate and express one unique aspect of the divine union.
The wishing and wanting builds into a crescendo and voila–incarnation. The dance begins.
Divinity comes from an energy source-or rather, two sources plus the result of their union. One is passive, the nothingness that spawns imagination. One is active, the spark that spawns materialization. When they collide, an intelligent consciousness–a soul–is born. This nursery is the possibility place. It holds all possible outcomes and all possible timelines, in all possible realms. There is no judgment. No way things should be. It simply is.
The Goddess and all of her imaginings, the God electric, and the millions upon billions upon trillions of tiny, minuscule, barely-there particles, make up a vast web. Together they are the Force. The Force is the One and the Force is the all. The Force is Divinity. The Force is you and you are the Force. Feel the Force. Wield the Force.
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In the beginning, before the beginning, there was a great calm. In the beginning, before the beginning, there was a great emptiness. In the beginning, before the beginning, there was a great love and nothing more. In the beginning, before the beginning, the great love, in the great calm, of the great emptiness dreamed a dream. In the beginning, before the beginning, the dream within the great love, in the great calm, of the great emptiness wished to be. In the beginning, before the beginning, there was the Goddess and nothing more.
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In the beginning, there were two forces and nothing more. In the beginning, there was magnetism, there was electricity, and nothing more. In the beginning, there was Love and Love and nothing more–the magnetic love of desire that dreams all that is imaginable; and the active love of will that materializes all within the dream. In the beginning, there was the Goddess and the God and nothing more.
The Goddess had no other desire than to attract, and the God had no other will than to be. As so it was the two forces collided together fusing as one. BANG! It was bliss. It was ecstasy. It was sublime. There was magic. There was everything. Everything was a wave, ever so subtle, barely detectable. And in the subtleness of the wave was consciousness. The wave was a great sea of imagining. An imagining of all that ever was, all that is, and all that ever will be. The wave was a great sea of desire and will. The wave was everything and everything was the wave.
Within the wave swam millions upon millions of the most tiny, miniscule particles. The barely-there particles contained each a giant awareness. An awareness of all that ever was, all that is, and all that ever will be. The barely-there particles contained each a giant cache of will and desire. The barely-there particles contained each the Goddess and the God. The Goddess, the God, and the tiny, minuscule, barely-there particles, united together in the wave, danced. The dancing vibrated a Force. This Force permeates the whole of the cosmos.
You are one of those particles. You are the wave. You are the everything. You are the Force. You are an expression of Divinity, with no other desire than to experience the joy and the bounty born from the union of the Goddess and the God. To reside in the Enchanted Estate of the Force is your birthright.
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Fire ⚶ Air ⚶ Water ⚶ Earth
Tools of the God
In the beginning, before the beginning, the Goddess desired and whispered her wish. The breath of the Goddess fueled the tiny spark of desire. The tiny spark became a roaring flame. As the flame grew, the breath of the Goddess grew into a great wind. The Goddess saw all that had manifested from her tiny spark of desire and cried great tears of joy. Ashes from the raging inferno fell into the sea of tears and they became clay. The Goddess beams, heart full and pounding, rhythm echoes through the blackness and vastness of the void. The heartbeat is alive, it is electric, it is the God!
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The English Oxford Living Dictionaries first definition of “pride” is:
“A feeling or deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements, the achievements of those with whom one is closely associated, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired.”
The third definition listed for “pride” is:
Consciousness of one’s own dignity;
definition 3.1 is:
The quality of having an excessively high opinion of oneself or one’s importance.
Definition 3.1 is quite contradictory to the other two definitions. This last explanation of the word “pride” is more closely related to “arrogance” than “pride”. Arrogance is the opposite of pride. Arrogance is born of the pain of NOT using your divine gifts to your best ability. It is born of the pain of forsaking one’s divine gifts. And so it is that the sacred gift of language has been defiled. This play upon words has locked us into the spell of not using our gifts to our full potential. If we do not each individually embrace the power of our divine gifts, then humanity will never blossom into a thing of beauty. We will forever be slaves to the dark ones. The time has come to awaken the way of the Goddess—to embrace our gifts and allow them to SHINE. Words are spells—gifts from the guardian’s. Be mindful of them. Be enchanted.
Consult: Arachne: Pride of Persia