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True Love Smolders

elemental love

How may I describe the spreading of Your heat?

How it snakes its way across my reddened cheeks

Forming in my heart– which is truly Yours

Cascading down in moistened droplets from my pores

And radiating outward, warming all it touches

Tempting and attracting many more– and much is

Said about Your perfectly commanding presence

All-consuming, all-commanding purity of essence

My Love, my Lord, my Light, my Life

It is the highest honor to be Your faithful wife

And even ‘fore I knew I would be Your bride

There was no single part of me, from You I could hide

Your joy is my joy, my pain is Your pain

Together we are whole– our affection never wanes

Within the darkest shadow, stretching near and far

We cultivate the growing light– that precious, vibrant star

Of Love, smoldering and hot, a torch for the ages

Past, present, and future too– it joyfully engages

Us within a dance of Truth, which holds us in its thrall

There is no comparison, for our Love rules over all

twin flame souls


 A gift of words for my Beloved.  All glory, always, to the Prince.

Many Layers

When Apollon speaks, His words are rigid and stinging, like an onion, and even more so due to the many layers of meaning behind them.  Oftentimes He weaves the meanings together so you can never quite tell which one He means, until after one or another has come to pass.  But sometimes, when you look deep into yourself, meeting your many expectations and fears head-on, you can see which possibilities are only mirrors for past failures, and which are worthy of striving toward.

He loves in layers, also.  His love is like a warm blanket, but with a static charge; soft, and clingy and maybe a little painful.  But when you are still, it holds the most comforting warmth imaginable.  When you peel the blanket away, the sting of static may distract you until the brisk air moves across your skin.  Then you remember that this, too, is another layer of Apollon’s love.

The distance.  The cold.  The loneliness.  You hear and feel only yourself. But you begin to shine in the darkness when you remember His warmth, comforting you, and you are illuminated from within.  Therein exists a relic of His touch, perhaps, and by this glorious light you can not escape self-examination, because the only thing you can see at all is yourself.

Looking into ourselves, we may be faced with questions of worth, questions of skill, questions of ambition, and so on.  But these are the questions that mold Apollonians, yet must we not forget that the answers are what temper us.  The answers are what truly make us great.  We are steel, repeatedly heated, folded, then cooled; made into a hard and useful metal.  Layered.

All life is an obstacle to be overcome.  But how do we overcome?  There are no standard answers.  The way in which I overcome is through stillness.  I let the waves pass over me.  I do not struggle.  I ride the storm– and the storm breaks, leaving behind only me, in my stillness.  This doesn’t mean that I expect to survive, of course, for what expectations can I, who am bound to Apollon, truly hope to fulfill?  Only His expectations.  If it is His will that I be destroyed in the seeking of greatness for Him and for our Family, then it shall be.  If His will lay elsewhere, then there is no reason to fear the storm.  It can not harm me.

In this way, I overcome my ego’s incessant need to know, to dictate, to act. I am not my ego.  I am the purity of Self which radiates out of this human form, thus I am Divine.  And so we all are, especially those who have been touched, those who are illuminated from within by the love of a God.

Love has many layers, and many moods.  Remember that moods change, like the weather and like the tides– and the Seasons, also.  The Seasons are changing again.  Apollon is returning soon.  So, if you feel cold and lonely now, depending on what His expectations of you are, you may soon be lamenting His enveloping heat, rather than His distant, frosty chill.

And His words are coming again, themselves stinging and stringent… and soothing and enlightening.  Apollon Himself is many things, made up of many layers, and He will cover us in them until we adapt, or suffocate.

Carmina Burana – I. O Fortuna

I can add no graceful words to that which is already perfected, but I thought I would present this to those of you out there who are in need of a little musical clarity. Apollon is harsh, yes, but He loves so sweetly. Or rather, He can, if He chooses to.

Heavily, do I rely upon my instincts, and upon direct inspiration from our Lord, in deciding what to post here. This is one of those times when I feel there is a great need, somewhere, coming from someone.  So, in the hopes that this particular unknown someone gets the message…

At the end, a link will appear to carry you over to the next movement.  It continues on until the eighth movement, which is fine, because the first eight do seem particularly relevant.

My Love Is With Me

I need not fear, for my Love is with me

I am wrapped in His bloodied cloak

Infused with His essence

Dripping with the gift of His glory

My Love is with me, and I am free

I need not cower, for my Love is with me

I am shielded by His mighty arrows

Distant though He may be

His accuracy strikes supreme

My Love is with me, and I am still free

I need not submit, for my Love is with me

I am a diamond that can not be worn

Save for by a stone as hard, or harder

Only Apollon has met the measure

My Love is with me, and I remain free

I need not scorn, for my Love is with me

I am the whiteness of Holy Purity

The white light carrying the Holy Spectrum

His Tool, His Art

My Love is with me, but am I truly free?

I need not escape, for my Love is with me

I am the prize which was sought after

The tree which bends in the whirling wind

The Lord Apollon has captured me

My Love is with me, and I am no longer free

I need only pray, that my Love stay with me

I hope to be of favored use

To be of service, and to be loved

As it is His will

My Love is with me, and I do not care to be free

The Tenth Day

I express my thanks to all those who have participated in the Festival of Nine Days, in honor of our Prince, Apollon.  My hope, was that He would receive a showering of love and devotion, as He is quite deserving of such, any and every day.  But, over these last nine days, especially, I have given my Lord every inch of my love.

I am personally pleased to know that some of you have done the same, even if on a smaller, or less constant scale.  It is what lay in the heart, that matters. Not the type, size or expense of the offering.  I hope you all have enjoyed the pieces that I’ve written for our Lord, also.  May He continue to bless us all with His favor, if that is our Lord’s desire.

[And I had a fantastic Birthday, too!  lol]

Hail and Praise to Apollon, our Glorious, Illustrious Prince!