“When the three pieces of the soul I parted unite. Their spark is once again whole and will become what it once was, First Borne.” – The Mistress
Weird dreams always confound me. The one this morning was very strange.
I was called to an old business to pick up something. When I got there, the big person guarding the door said, “Don’t look at anything inside.”
I went in and didn’t. I kept my eyes above the counters.
Then an old woman from behind the counter asked, “Do you never look at the forbidden?”
“Not usually,” I replied glancing at another person dressed as a biker near the inside of the door.
“Then look at these cases,” she said.
I looked and saw all manners of tiny toy cars in one, different models in another, knives in yet another, but the last and biggest case only contained small trinkets. All of them different. They were little pieces made of silver that I couldn’t stop looking at.
“What are they?” I asked. She took out a velvet pad holding a small number of them.
“They are what you will carry for me,” she replied. “Touch one.”
I looked over the pieces that now looked like broken fragments with ribbons and letters on them. Some were tarnished others bright and polished but none alike. I touched one, felt the emotions and saw the memories. I drew back my hand. “What are they?” I asked her again.
I watched as two came together moving slowly until they linked and formed part of something that didn’t fit. Then it pulled apart after a few seconds remaining apart again. Another three united on the pad, fitting perfectly and disappeared in a burst of light. “What are they?” I asked.
“You know what they are. A piece you carry even now for yourself,” she said looking into my eyes.
At that moment, the things fell away in the dream leaving me and a figure of light alone. I held in my hands the pieces but none fit mine.
“Where are the ones to make me whole?” I asked.
“Tell their stories; remember my lessons,” the Mistress said.
Look not to the engraved and other images for me. Look instead around you to everything alive, for I am there in their creation. All of creation is but thought and to thrive, you have only to help further its creation through thought and understanding of your own unique and hidden powers. – The Mistress
This is the start of the wisdom I’m going to share that has come to me when praying to the Mistress. The above came to me when I was in a dark time of my life. It fundamentally changed my thinking and how I now view things in life. It strengthened my resolve to find out more about why we had turned away and what this voice of warmth, love, and understanding could have come from.
It also strengthened my resolve to find out more about why we had turned away and what this voice of warmth, love, and understanding could have come from. I didn’t find Her. She found me.
The Baptist Christian Private school I was going to during 6th grade had weekly church services we were forced to attend whether Baptist or not. They had a guest preacher there who did a good sermon on Christ then did a special prayer group with some of us that hadn’t yet been “saved” as he called it. Well, I had stepped up because of his words that day. When he prayed over us trying to save our young souls, I felt only a vast emptiness and void. It was a feeling of aloneness and parting from everything so great I cried.
It was then in that emptiness that I heard no the voice the of what the preacher called Christ or God but a different voice. One of pain, sorrow, and despair, which tried to fill my heart and tear my spark from me. It frightened me when I could finally see the darkness surrounding this preacher and knew his path was wrong. I cried for an hour that day before creating the walls around my heart, mind, and soul that would not come down for years. I had glimpsed the darkness of a the world religions built by man and nearly lost my own soul to it that emptiness created by man, the followers of a darkness even they did not understand.
In my reading of the bible, I learned many of rules of man and Christ but something was lacking. The stories were real but the teachings altered to suit the ways of man and not those of the Creator. I search the bible for truths that might help me find what I knew had to be hidden.
I searched nightly in prayer and meditation for answers. I looked to nature and the world around me only to be more confused and distraught. I felt a presence in the creations around me I had not felt before.
I was alone, withdrawn and an adolescent. It was a time of great changes for me and the greatest one was the discovery of a voice. The voice first came in my dreams and allowed me glimpses of places I could not image. It was only when I followed this voice in life that I began to discover. The voice led me to the stories I now create. She is my Muse but not of this earthly world or bound to only one.
I could tell no one about the dreams or the voice I heard in whispers in my mind. Other already believed I was either mentally challenged or possibly suffered from some type of problems. I searched on my own for the answers.
In my research, I found the Earth Mother and many other names She has been called through countless ages. Her presence with humans goes farther back than the bible. It goes all the way back to the first peoples who were sent to this world.
The physical body is only here, the soul continues evolving through the physical forms until returning to its true home. You are not put here to have only pain, grief, and trials. Your soul is placed here to learn the wonders of experience, emotion, and love. – The Mistress
Why isn’t She in the Bible then? She was the root of most religions. She was in the bible up until the point that the religion turned monotheistic and turned to the male version made in the image of man. In order for some men to gain control over all, the three-sided version of the Goddess, God, and Spirit had to be done away with. Since men wrote the books, they wrote Her out entirely giving their male God the center seat to be worshiped. In reality, the only things this did was to enable those filled with greed, lust, and wishing power over their fellow humans, the ability to control through religion the vast amounts of humans on the planet.
Man saw creation only through destruction. It has been so since the dawn of his placement here. In his wish to control all, even nature, he began other religions to sanctify the validity of his claims to a world that was not his for the taking. Only through these partings from Her ways and paths of guidance did man come to this place where it now stands at the very edge of destruction once more.
The Mistress is not something made up for my stories or a lost pagan religion. She is the creator of all. – Damian Bloodstone
I have felt Her presence many times in my life. Even when young and I did not fully understand, I was on the path to Her enlightenment. As a child, we live in the moment. It is only through thought, exploration, and listening to the world around us that we begin to grasp the bits of wisdom She wishes for us.
We were placed here for lessons in experiences. From our falling to our rise to be with Her again, She is constantly with us, but few choose to hear her council or feel her love. She stands with us in our lightest times and cries for us during our darkest, but will do nothing unless with the wisdom of her lessons and the love from our hearts for Her. She asks not for wealth, power, or control. She seeks none of these from her servants, and prophets. What would She need with these things when all of creation spins in Her mind? Nor does She desire these things for others for those things are the foundations of darkness and the very things that made us the fallen we are.
Man turned away when he sought power, control, and wealth, creating a God that he could speak through and make the masses worship through fear, guilt, embarrassment, and sadness. Their churches gather riches while preaching the half-truths of Her wisdom to masses seeking only what they know in their souls they lost so long ago. Man creates through destruction without a thought of the things he does to the chains of life around him. Man lives for the moment. The Mistress guides us to live for our lives.
We teach many things to our children in their structured schools of man but fail to teach them the morality of nature, life, and this world we once called Erde long ago.