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Gaea & Uranus
By: Jennifer H. Wright
Do you partaketh of this divine rite?
Yes, I ever holy and blessed Earth accept thee and thines proposal and desire thy nourishing rain.
That which falleth from up high is the sacred essence of the forces of creation and mystification
for with not there be no multiplication and all this and beyond would cease to exist.
Oh be still be fluttering heart as the quickening is restless within me upon your release!
For thou art the reason and truth that makes this part whole.
These simple truths come forth from desire
In the heat of passion I felt thines life fire
which I expel with my very own breath as I exhale.
Cycling all to be reborn and to come forth from nothingness.
The personification and deification of sky and Earth and
their physical union represent basic recurring themes in mythology. An excellent example is Uranus as the male
principle, a god of the sky, Gaea the very embodiment of fertility and symbol of Earth which were fundamental concerns
and sources of wonder for primitive peoples. The rain of Uranus is his seed that fertilizes the hungry earth and
makes her conceive.( Not all that unlike the lines from the children's movie Fern Gully which says " All the
power of creation exists within a single seed".) Thus develops the concept of a "sacred marriage"
(the Greek phrase hieros gamos is the technical term). An interesting fact is that amniotic fluid, semen and the
ocean all have the same amount of salt content. Consider this if scientifically speaking all life came forth from
the nourishing seas it is incredible to think it still is very much the same yet also on a different level. There
are many symbolic wonders in the daily existence of men that get over looked and taken for granted. There are many
beauties and mysteries to behold. A womb itself can be seen as a universal egg, and the act of becoming impregnated
is a kind of magick. The birthing process itself also can be viewed as similar to the creation myths. It all is
very remarkable. In order to understand
life,
from life one must start, for that is where all things are born.
Life Force
by: Jennifer H. Wright
: "At the moment the Greek Pantheon had entered my life I was quite comfortable with where I was or so I thought. I believed and still do that we all are part of the whole., What bonds us is this great life force that could never be deified for it is all things. I can feel it in all the life around me and within me and I feel a oneness with the universe and all of creation. It is the very pulse of creation, life and death and rebirth. Every thing and everyone surrounding us has its own energy and importance and there is a reason for everything."
For example we present to you a poem Zelia had wrote the week she had given birth the second time naturally with no pain killers. She is strongly connected to Gaea, and is obvious in many of her poems including this one.
Natural Childbirth
By: Jennifer H. Wright
Pressure building force,
Nature takes it's course.
Hot molten lava rising,
Current of the sea demising.
Summer is here, Summers has gone
Pain intense, lingering long.
In a haze of cloudy mist,
Mind and body no longer mine
I can no longer resist.
In a state of erotic confusion,
Lost to myself, indulged in delusion.
A light, a flame of life, has to spread like wild fire.
A life created from life, from love and desire.
A strength to be found beyond the gates of doubt
Time for life to burn to one day be put out.
Each try harder than the next, the moment drawing near.
Head crowning like a sun rising to a new day.
The rest slips quickly by, a rush as that of a rivers rapid flow.
The moment of birth has passed, and a baby is here.
I take him into my arms, and then to my breast,
Look into his new eyes, so innocent so sweet,
A chapter now open another page turned...........
The fire heals where the fire once burned.
The Homeric Hymn to Earth, Mother of All (30) is an
invocation of Gaea;
About Earth, I will sing, all-mother, deep-rooted and eldest, who nourishes all that is there is in the world : all that go on the divine land, all that sail on the sea and all that fly -- theses she nourishes from her bountifulness. From you, reverent lady, mortal humans have abundance in children or take crops, and it is up to you to give them their livelihood or take it away. Rich and fortunate are those whom you honor with your support. To them all things are bounteous, their fields are laden with produce, their pastures are covered with herds and flocks, and their homes are filled with plenty. These rule with good laws in cities of beautiful women and much happiness and wealth attend them. Their sons glory in exuberant joy and their daughters, with carefree hearts, play in blossom-laden choruses and dance on the grass over the soft flowers. These are the fortunate whom you honor, holy goddess, bountiful deity.
Hail, mother of the gods, wife of starry Uranus. Kindly grant happy substance in return for my song and I will remember both of you and another song too.
The Trees
By: Jennifer H. Wright
Once upon a true time,
There was a fine old tree;
near at the dawn of time she was known to come to be.
She was a flower that turned to seed and was carried by the wind.
The seed was not carried a great distance till it settled on the ground
where it became a sprout.
A small green sprout,
fragile without doubt -
With a strong will she survived her first few years without
being derooted from the place she chose to stay.
The sun knew how to find her here,
And no forest creature misused her -
And yes she was happy deep in her woods.
The forest was old and wise as it ought
A life force so strong how could it be not?
The trees and everything green
Talk to each other in a way that can not be heard or seen -
Feel them with your heart and feel how close they are
working together - Learning beneath the stars.
Time went on and more time still
till her forest began to grow ill.
A little premature yellowing of the outer leaves -
was the first little sign -
Then the humans moved in and transformed
Mother Natures design.
Dare the trees to feel the hearts of men
They are synthetic and calculating
but they did not know the evil the were doing.
Driven by power and technology they had war within themselves.
They could no longer remember unity to each other let alone
the connection we all have with trees.
SO - Cutting her and maiming her piece by ever growing more lonely piece
Humans killed the forest.
What had once been soft earth now was concrete,
Houses and streets -
What they did not kill they built around -
Sparse survivors but survivors none the less....
A great loss came to the wood
when it was no longer grand and infinite -
The purity and innocence removed
Yet not the good.
The trees and bushes could no longer brush their branches out
to reach each other anymore.
Their roots that were once deep beneath a shared forest floor
now had the heavy stiff rock around the bases of their trunks.
Many went into shock and willed themselves to death -
Their loss of friends and lovers to great to bare.
Lost and lonely those left damned to despair.
Trees are kind creatures that outlive most other living things -
they have a connection with all that ever knows life
Humans amongst this also live long lives in comparison with a flower
or a bumble bee.
Long ago they coexisted with the trees in harmony;
they felt the beating of the forests heart like their own
How they drifted apart a mystery unknown.
There are some among us who have not forgotten
and feel the life force all around
these are few and hard to be found.
Especially when you are a rooted tree
You wait and wait with ever still patience
And listen to what the wind carries through your branches.
The trees of the city take on its mark
When the lost forests touch is buried deeper in the rings beneath the bark.
They no longer have unity, they have been raped
and brainwashed in a not so subtle fashion.
They live now in yards and parks,
close to people and their steel creations.
The air is thick and hard to make clean
A humm so unnatural takes away all that once was serene.
But a tree does not hate and could never think mean -
people could learn allot from trees
but they have forgotten how to listen.
The factory and business sounds erase any forging peace with nature.
What was once a fracture;
may be beyond repair.
Yet the flowers still bloom in their glory turn to seed to be
drifted at the will of creation.
Is there a hope in our own damnation?
Should the fire of mankind be rained upon - or weakened
a chance for life may again begin.
Let my song be my tribute to the Great Mother Gaea.