Note to Readers

My poems Truth, Remember Me, and Androgeny are a trilogy of poetic philosophical messages of the truths I found while deeply studying religious history, the Bible, the Gnostic Scriptures of Nag Hammadi, as well as Wicca and other spiritualistic pursuits. I hope that you take them in the spirit they are meant, and pray they provide some enlightenment with those of open hearts and ears to hear. God bless.

Androgeny

The mystery of androgeny, the evolution of our diety…

First came the Mother, the One who would not submit to masculine repression;

Then came the son and consort, who in prehistory changed into the God of anger and oppression;

After that came Jesus, the greatest spiritual leader of all time, the one who brought the sacrificial archetype to life –he realized the Goddess had to be honored by society, the secret of the Trinty;

That was when God became the One of Love instead of pain, the Father in who male and female principles become one and the same…

Until men once again corrupted the fucking message…

But…how else could you explain how through all the ages in the subconscious human mind the Mother Goddess would never die?

How else could you explain the rise of a God that never existed in prehistoric times?

And how else could you explain the hybrid, the change–femininity’s superior desires for humankind in the package of a manhood divine?

The transition from the God of the Old to the God of the New, the Father that wants nothing from you?

Jesus the Nazarene could see the truth–he compounded the evolution of androgeny and ascended to immortality, giving two faces to the Mysteries, Gnostic and Christianity–but only one face is his, and it’s up to you to answer the question, “Which is the truth? Human politics, or the knowledge of mystics?”

Follow the Maglalene, the greatest Christian tragedy, wife, leader, secret , like the Goddess whose glory men took pains to bury–seek the Marys and you will meet the Great Spirit of Androgeny.

Remember Me

Remember me…

Before the sun came the moon, before blood there was dew, before chaos was order, and before was was peace;

Before the forest, there was the sea, the waves of which bore you to me upon bended knee.

Remember me…

Before the light that burned with its intensity came the cool darkness that sheltered and soothed those that bowed to the phases of the moon.

Remember me…

Before unity was lost in mystic obscurity, there was a time when humankind found peace within every bird and leaf and tree, and oneness in community.

Remember me…

Before the thunder came the rain, before the blade there was the harvested plain–in the days before the sun gods with their bolts of lightening replaced the shadowy side of the mountain and the elders’ shade.

Remember me…

There was a time when snake and bull, boar and pig, bird and every leafy sprig, represented hope embraced and powers tamed by the Mother’s honored race–before they came to mean Satanic treachery.

Remember me…

Creatrix of the Old Society, when women reigned Supreme and brought the world prophetic philosophies, science and democracy, and let us not forget sublime art and poetry;

When the chalice was the womb and its waters gave birth to creativity divine, before the days men laid waste and claimed death instead of life.

Remember me…

The One for which you yearn, the forgotten Goddess whose bounty and compassion is still memories obsession.

Remember me…

The Lady who was slain by the gods of war and hate, the One as yet to be erased.

Remember me…

The One who put the cycles in place, not just those of season, but those of history, reason,and emotional treason;

As above, so below–take a look around and you will see what once was will once again be;

The Goddess was subdued, but now the Lady’s cry rises to the moon;

Maiden, Mother, Crone, Ceridwen of old, Rhea of Crete, and Gaea of the Greeks, as well as all the many faces of divine inspiration—Shadow-Bright, she marches in the night, seeking her rightful place, risen from the grave, and at her back are the Faithful Few, those who know the truth’s not true.

Woman, feel the blood pounding in your veins, full of power, without fear, absent shame, an ancient rythm, just the primal drum’s embrace, the heartbeat of your race.

Remember…and return honor to the legacy of your ancestors.

Truth

Wicca provides the tools;

Judaism the background;

Christianity the faith;

And Buddism the wisdom we need to embrace those things of the mind that we cant explain;

All of these religions are based on Love if you look deep enough, so why all of this diversity and hate?

A true Seeker of Truth understands God placed Truth in many different hands;

Whether it be the Fertile Crescent, Asia, or Europe, with all their many clans, a different face of the Goddess Truth is to be found in all the cultures of these lands…

God is not a prejudiced man–if He dwells in each of us, how would it seem if He chose you over me?

It is my belief God split up the Truth so that those pieces like a puzzle would cause our strife to cease, and that unification give us release from the separation anxiety of which we suffer for being apart from our sisters and our brothers, our Mother and our Father, due to the hate we harbor and our lack of understanding for one another…

Again I say–

Buddism provides the wisdom we need to embrace those things of the mind that we cant explain;

Judaism not only gave us the background of our Christian faith, but also the great I AM, our Creator’s very name;

And Wicca the tools to manifest our goodwill to the masses, the practical expression of our Faith, Creation’s greatest asset…

This is the heart of Gnosticism, the truth of a Thomas Christian–we are many but become One in God, just as God is many but is truly One.