The inspiration for this piece came to me during eclipse season, on the day following the blood moon. The Silver Goddess called out to me while I slept. She drew me to her, and held me with the power of magnetics. In her grasp, I received gifts for which I had prayed. Knowledge, information, and answers silently flowed from her to me. She taught me of the fluidity of my soul.
Holy water. First came tears. A single drop, then another—they began to flow like tiny streams. Her oceans swelled. Grief poured forth from the lava. Tributaries became creeks, became rushing rivers, and emptied into endless seas. As I clung to her, I was immersed, submerged, and suspended in the holy water, within the womb of divinity. A momentary fear, and I held fast. Will I be swept away by the power of the emotion? To where will it take me? “Understand the power of the magnet”, she said. “And let nothing separate us.” My faith was weak, so still I held on tight , as the flowing rivers washed me clean.
The homo sapiens will become her—the basalt and silica will replace the carbon within the nucleotides of the human matter. All will be Superhuman. They will be light, and they will be The Light. Humanity will remember a time when all were gods. The remembering is all that the people need do, as it will activate the cleansing, the baptism, and the new life. Water element.
Holy blood. Blood on the Moon, the Blood Moon, the Mayan Red Moon. From the great sun comes the plasma, which fuels the fire within. The river is red hot, and it rises from an unknown and mysterious place, within the very bones of the universe. Awaken to the fever pitch of life. The water and the blood flow, representing the stigmata of all animated life. The blood of the woman purifies, and her rhythm is that of the lunar cycle. The blood and the moon command all life. These things She has shown to me, our glowing goddess in the heavens.
She spoke: “Human, have you become the haematite? Beautiful to behold and a richness of minerals within, yet your magnetic strength is weak. You are pulled by the molten core—trapped close to the womb of Mother Earth. She pulls, she grounds, and She claims you, as she once kept the mortal Endymion.” On Earth, the human remains far from the loving embrace of Selene. And She watches, in silence. The agony of war can be seen from on high, and the earth turns red with the blood of dead soldiers. The goddess in the moon, a Bodhisattva perhaps, contemplates the irony of the words: blood moon. For She hears the screams from below, She sees the lost and wounded humans. The smell rises, as the earth soaks up blood. The pain is forever captured, in an infinite number of timeless moments. She calls it Blood Earth. “And he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother’s blood crieth unto me from the ground.” Genesis 4:10 KJVAAE.
From the skull, she drinks. The red liquid is the very life force of the human, as activated by The Christ Consciousness. Water to wine to blood. She drinks and her spirit is activated. She sees all, knows all, and understands her purpose. When one drinks of the holy blood, one is forever changed, for to drink of the cup means to accept the mission. “And he took the cup, and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of it; for this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.”Matthew 26:27-28 KJVAAE.
In His final moments, His skin, like the veil, was torn, revealing the flowing water and blood. “but one of the soldiers with a spear pierced his side, and forthwith came there out blood and water.” John 19:34 KJVAAE. Fire element.
Holy honey. Something thick and warm fills my mouth. It contains the acids, the minerals, the proteins, and sugar. Is this blood? No—it is nectar become honey. Sticky and rich, it carries the taste of earth. The scent of flowers, the buzzing of bees, the motion of life—all is flowing into me. The energy of the hive causes my soul to vibrate. Renounce the lust for blood, and take instead the sustenance which drips from the honeycomb. Drink of the prosperity, in the land flowing with milk and honey. Life becomes sweet and golden. “I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.” Song of Solomon 5:1 KJVAAE. Earth element.
Holy milk. As the mother hears the cries of her infant, her body offers nourishment. Milk is pure, and abundant. It nurtures the body and gives comfort to those who seek it. The great vows, as told to the patriarchs, show us the promised land: “and hast given them this land, which thou didst swear to their fathers to give them, a land flowing with milk and honey;”. Jeremiah 32:22 KJVAAE. Here is the true garden, without boundaries. All life is sustained by the mother’s milk, for it represents all qualities of the divine feminine. Within her are the gifts of love, healing, creative power, forgiveness, and all-knowing intuition. Her beauty is beyond description. Life begins within the womb of the holy mother, the mater, or matter which is to become new. She, herself, sustains creation with her life-giving milk. She freely gives to all that seek comfort and the safety of loving arms. From her all good things flow, as the love of the Bodhisattva, like a river of milk, feeds the universe. Air element.
All of these things were told to me, and still the moon held me fast. She taught me more of the ways of the liquids, too much for me to tell. I learned of the molten rock, and the rain. She showed me the muck from which creation happens. She gave me knowledge of the deepest ocean, and the mysteries of the swamps. I heard whispers—the secrets of secretion within the body human and it’s endless productions and emissions. Why? What is the purpose of this teaching? With singular focus, I drank in all knowledge, and I imbibed in the wisdom. With my head tipped back, I drank deeply until finally I understood that I must embody the properties of the liquids and become them. This was the answer. As She finally released me, She spoke. “Go now and remain fluid. Shapeshift, fill, rise and recede. Nourish all you meet, and baptize yourself continuously, without ceasing. Remember, we are Bodhisattva, you are me, I am you, we are one.” I am the 5th element, the ether, the Akash. I am forever changed.