Seals of Solomon

King of the Magi

Divine Masculine diagrams of the Names of God

Creation, Manifestation, Protection through the Tree of Life

Song of Solomon

Divine Feminine transmission of the Names of God

Black Madonna, Isis of another Name, Love Song to her Beloved

calling Him in, raising up the serpents, I sing this now

my atonement is to send Medicine Song and Names of God

out through the light rays of my Halo

to connect through my Halo

with the Names of God and the Medicine Songs

that live in the fabric of All That Is

my atonement for harm caused to myself or others

through my suffering, known or unknown to myself

first coyote, then fox scamper across the road

driving in the dark before dawn to the airport

adjusting to the notion

that people congratulate me on my daughter’s marriage

I guess it’s a friendly human thing

it is cause for celebration, for my daughter, and therefore for the family

so yes, bless me, bless us, for this happiness

I am looking through old photos

for the scrapbook for my daughter‘s wedding

I can see the trauma on my face, the mother in overwhelm

not enough money, too much to do and the resentment of it

envy of all those around me

in the joy and fulfillment of their family lives

deep suffering and trying to shield my daughters from it

and now from this vantage point, the envy of my younger self

the beauty of that face, the suppleness of skin and flesh

though at the time I mostly lived in aversion of my body and beingness

tender forgiveness here

we shift perception so we can see the Light in that brave Heart

he is at the base of the pyramid

and I am at the other base of the pyramid

with the Mother-Father Creator God at the apex, at the capstone

which only exists on the ethereal plane, the capstone of Isis and Osiris

the capstone of the Blue Stargate of Orion and Sirius

tossing raw meat to the hungry ghosts and the suffering ones

it is truly the Nectar of Bliss, that completely satisfies

they dissolve into Light

the Tantric Alchemy requires an Open Heart

practicing on the Razor’s Edge with Open Heart

neither shutting down nor sliding into romanticizing and grasping

I am not martyr or saint, I do this out of adoring self-care

to avoid further suffering, to free myself from conditioning

I stay awake, I sing, I dance

I embody forgiveness and I see all things differently

when I realize I am in fear, I stop and undulate

and let the steam of Grandfather‘s Breath of Faith

pour out of the top of my head, and I stand here, naked