Queen of Heaven

      
Hail to the pale moon light, whose love shines down on all us wretched beings. The Moon Lady looks down to us tortured creatures and is unconditional in her compassion. Raise your filthy hands to her and watch as they become clean by her Grace. For she is the Mother, how could she not but care for her children? No matter where are bodies may be or in what form or condition, she will put us aright. She will shine through us and set our hearts a glow. Send all woes and fears to her and she will transmute them to joy and courage if you let her. Behold! The goddess of the Night Sky, her glory is our happiness, her purpose is our well being. For she is the Queen of Magick and her power can be found within every living being. You are loved, you are protected, you are blessed.
—Tytus Lionheart

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Self = All

As well as cultivating a healthy relation with yourself and your power, you must cultivate a healthy relation with others and their powers. You would be surprised as to how much we all influence each other even in the most seemingly arbitrary ways. Which brings me to an important Occult law:

Self = All

 

 

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You are beautiful just for being you, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Be good to yourself and compassion for others will grow. Take care of Self and see Self everywhere.

We should be collective individuals instead of being individually collected. Stand for others, yes, but stand for you first. You are what is in your life, whatever takes place in your daily trials takes place within you and becomes a part of you. Once you start cultivating a love of Self, you begin to understand pain, strife and what it takes to become happy. You then understand struggle and will see that same struggle in others who share this life all around you…and you will love them and help them, because in doing so you are loving and helping yourself.

Beatus Esse,

T.LH

The Mortal Promise

Corpse in barbed wire - Flanders [Leiche im Drahtverhau - Flandern]

 No wind could rattle the wide starring eyes of the corpse before me. The stink was suppressed by shock. It's putrid skin, green and rotting, sliding off the bones like sludge. Hard to believe this rotting thing once held breath. The face, mostly bones and scab, maintained a certain peace in it's horror stricken features. I took it all in like a shot of whiskey in the long hours of a sleepless night; it burned all the way down. My legs seemed stuck in the filth of the aging sepulcher, my eyes unable to look away from the sicking reminder of mortality and the promise of one day being digested into the Earth's darken gateways. Whatever manner of sorcery kept me there in petrified shock must have broke because suddenly the scene before me was changed. My legs and arms are moving quickly, as though in autopilot. I fled that ghastly sepulcher without a word or scream. I ran as fast as my body could manage, perhaps hoping my speed would keep that mortal promise at bay.
---Tytus Lionheart

Even Hell has Air Conditioning

Even Hell has Air Conditioning

By: Tytus Lionheart

When one crosses the lake of smoke and fire,

One crosses the path of fools and liars,

But even amongst these dirty weeds, one can still smell an evergreen.

For you see…even Hell has air conditioning.

Life is a blur of murky waters.

One is never sure when to take orders,

Nor when to give, even if it meant to live,

But without the dark parts of our minds, we could never see our soul’s true light.

Is it a candle struggling in the wind?,

Or is it an inferno, broad yet bent?

What one must always remember,

When down in the seas of embers,

That it is not what you think nor why, but how high.

Looks like the stars will have competition in their eternal existence,

For people may have been found broken and beaten,

But wounds can be mended,

And spirits can be raised, even from the ashes of our graves,

We can be reborn!

Ensared in your Being

Ensared in your Being

{For my fiance and future husband, my sun and stars.}

Your eyes are so attuning,

One look and I’m in your mind, comfortable and listening,

We are one person with spirits that enter twine,

I am sun, you are moon, you are sun, I am moon,

A force that connects us needs no words,

I feel you, your energy, your being,

It rings loudly within me; the vibrations are brazing yet wanted,

Your tune melts me and I am entranced with your being

Like a lotus-eater, I get a taste of your energy and I need more,

Ensnared with ecstasy, with knowing, with loving,

It is my heart that rings back to you,

I hope you are just as embraced within my being, as I am with yours,

Your glamour remarks the First Fascination of the Goddess to the God,

The first enchantment and it was for love, for lust, for wanting of being , needing of being,

Thus is the power of our love, we are blessed with enchantment,

 Every moment with you, is cherished and joyous.