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Behold the Mystery She is the Most beautiful One, Yet the Old Hag, She is the Moon full of all magick and mytery, Yet She is below from the dark abyss She knows the way in the shadowsShe holds the keys and grants access to whom She is pleased Hecate, Oh Great HekateQueen of Witches,
Night is the cloak of the Dark Goddess of Transformation; Wisdom and prophecy are her gifts.
She is known to us as Kali, Cerridwen, Lilith, Hecate, Persephone, Arianhod, Tiamat, The Morrigan, or simply The Crone; the Dark One is Infinite.
These are the words of the Dark Goddess - heed them well.
Hear Me, child, and know Me for who I am. I have been at your side since the day you came to be, and will stay by your side until come to Me in the final darkening of the light.
I am the the passionate, fiery one who inspires the poet to dream of the future.
I am She who calls all things back to the Cauldron, who grants Her children blessed rest and peace in Her embrace.
I am the Womb, the place which all life springs from.
I am the Wild Magess, the sorceress who cannot be ruled, the Weaver of the Rune, the Mistress of Time, the Teacher of Mysteries and Keeper of Secrets. I cut the threads of silver, I slit the throats of the cruel and drink the blood of the coward, I feed My crows with carrion crop.
Have no fear when you face me, children, for I am your protector, the one to whom you will turn for peace. Fear is crippling; cast it aside and you shall know inner peace, strength, courage and beauty in the night.
I am the fury that rends asunder the unjust heart, the maelstrom that destroys the wicked and the foul.
I am the brilliant forge that tempers the Inner Beast, turns disharmony and falsehood to a source of great power. Open yourself to the embrace of the Night-clad Lady, and overcome the demons of your mind.
I am the crucible that shapes all; the realm in which all parts of Self are joined, in which All become One.
I am the velvet tones of the midnight sky, the swirling mysts of the moonlit vale; I am the Mistress of the Winter Night, She who is shrouded in Mystery and Magick.
I am the glinting sword that protects you from harm, the promise of violence that ceases all fighting.
I am the Shroud, the chrysalis in which we all must face our fears and conquer them; the place from which we burst forth anew. Seek me at the Crossroads, and you shall be transformed; for once you look upon the face of Death, there is no return to what you have been, only to what you are to become.
I am the searing fire that burns away the shackles of ignorance, the Cauldron in which the Waters flow deep and darkening, She who in which all opposites learn truth and tolerance for one another.
I am the Healer of all wounds, the Warrior who rights all wrongs in her time. I make the weak strong; I make the arrogant humble. I raise up the oppressed by the Power within them; that of instinct and feral longing that only comes of great need. I am Justice tempered with Wisdom, a Vengeance tempered with Mercy.
Most importantly, children, I am you; I am part of and within you all. Look for me within and without, and you will find strength. Come and know Me, for I sho uld not be lost. Light without Dark is blinding, just as Darkness without Light swallows all. Roam into the dark and find yourself, find your balance, and walk in beauty. Take Me with you always, and have the Power to be whatever you wish.
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