The Goddess broke
the Devil’s heart,
quite unwittingly.
Queen of the Stars,
Beloved She,
the Sacred Feminine,
Venus, Isis, Aphrodite,
the Devil was caught
by her eternal beauty.
Between his web of
lies and tricks,
his heart awakened,
and he pledged his love undying.
Their love was eternal,
forever as one,
redemption, forgiveness,
the Devil, Beloved.
Until one day she left him.
She left him for God.
God’s call was stronger
than the Devil’s fated love.
The Devil was devastated.
The Devil was sad.
He crumbled, he wept,
he felt super bad.
But the Devil could not
allow himself to be weak.
So he picked himself up
and he began to speak.
He announced himself
as the god of this world,
as controller of all,
as the one to be adored.
He began to seduce
every woman he met
in an attempt to cover up
the heartbreak that he felt.
He raped and he pillaged,
he caused havoc, confusion,
he created a kingdom
out of false light programming.
God watched all of this
with a benevolent smile.
He knew in the end,
though it may take a while,
the Devil would find
the love in his heart once again,
that the Goddess awakened,
that the Goddess began.
But this time it would be
for the Infinite One.
For She was not the locus,
she was not the One.
She was simply the awakener
of God’s Beloved son.
I shed the skin of the false light,
a princess costume,
a fake string of pearls,
a castle built on shifting sand,
confusion, glamour and deception.
I shed the skin of the false light,
and I find myself aglow
with the true light,
with my sacred flame,
a gift from the great below.
Now I put out that false light,
under my feet and further.
The good earth can compost it down,
as I proudly wear God's armour,
and serve as I am called to,
and serve as it is written,
and serve with the gift of my sacred flame,
and play my part with celebration.
I took the hate that gripped me,
and I made it fuel for my fire.
I carry the flame.
It's inside me.
I looked hate in the face
and burst out laughing.
Hate, the absurdity of it!
Hate is envious of love.
Love has everything,
and hate, deep down,
feels worthless,
so it can receive nothing.
Instead it steals in secret.
It mocks and preys.
It makes a slave of love.
What a miserable life hate leads!
Hate kept on preying,
and I kept on praying.
My flame grew high as the sun.
Birds flew alongside me.
Joy kept on swelling.
Hope kept on cheering me on.
I knew I was guided.
I just had to listen.
And I vowed to make something
good of it all,
wherever the path may lead.
I am the flame of my soul,
sacred flame,
the alchemical gold.
I am a keeper of the
stories of old.
Keeper of the flame,
keeper of the gold.