Womb of Light: The Alchemy of the Goddess

Womb of Light is an exploration of the Sacred Feminine and the application of Her transformative energies. These writings will have the intent and focus of inspiring and quickening within the individual a thirst for deeper connection and opening to the magick and gnosis of the Goddess in all of Her forms. She is the Mother, the Uraeus, the Muse, the Warrior, and the Healer, to name a few. SHE is the cycle of life and death and all that is held between; and my goal is to share the wisdom of her Womb of Light that all may claim their Divine birthright.

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Act One: The Beauty of a New Darkness

An Astrological Tale

…… (Luna) stepped onto the center mark of the stage, picked up the scales and waited in the darkness as a hush fell over the theater. Luna heard the familiar first notes of the prelude coming from the pit played masterfully by the Planetary Orchestra, and carried on the otherworldly sounds, she slid easily into her role as the beauty of the harmonies flowed through her. The curtain opened and the stage was pitch black, save for the starlit diamonds on Luna’s gown……

Read more of the Prelude here... 

ACT ONE

A rush of energy pulsed through Luna as she heard the audience gasp in amazement at the sheer beauty of the scene. The scales were glowing in her hand and there was no need for additional lighting as Luna began to generate an internal light of her own.

She took a deep breath in and opened her mouth and her voice moved over the audience in waves and ripples of pure and melodious sound.  She remembered being told that she had a gift for connecting with those in her presence in a way that reached deeply into the emotions and heart of the individual.  Tonight was no exception to that, despite her cloaked and veiled form and face. The audience sat mesmerized by her words; transfixed by her energy that carried them away from their mundane lives and deep into the story she was weaving.

Luna exhaled into the words...“I am the beauty that you seek and that beauty overflows into the pans of these scales. My breath is the inhalation and the exhalation of what seeks to be measured and balanced in harmonious splendor.

You seek the gift of my refinement and I am the beginning of the journey that moves through the airy currents of your imaginings. What is born from my hand of grace in those seas of inspiration will reveal the beauty of your soul’s work.”

As she finished the last of these words, Luna could feel the adoration of those witnessing her work. She looked out at the sea of humanity that faced her and the hope they had held so deeply hidden away began to rise from each. Streams of pure light and inspired thought rose up to the highest and furthest reach of the domed theater as these interwove with her own. 

She moved slowly and purposefully releasing her hold on the scales which seemed to hover in mid-air and now glowed with a silvery light. The starlight of her gown sparkled as she left a trail of light scribing her path across the stage. The veiling moved from her face and for the briefest of moments as she looked out towards the audience, the image of glistening silver eyes peered out from the face of a young woman. The life and energy in those eyes was more brilliant than any spotlight and a sigh of exhaled breath cascaded like a waterfall from person to person.  And, just as quickly once again she was veiled and hidden; the promise of what could be having been shone.

Luna stepped forward towards the front of the stage as patterns of light created moonbeams rayed out from where she was standing. The stage became darker still and with each word, light flowed as if adding a visual punctuation..  “I call to you, my most beloved of children. I call to you as one who runs beside you in joy at each new thought that makes whole the inspiration that is weighted by ungainly action. I call to the place within you that is beauty itself, just as I am beauty, even when I am cloaked and hidden away.

I call to all that you will be and the promise and hope that lay ready to balance the scales of your injustices. I call to you to honor yourself and your power as you honor me with your presence and adoration. You and I are one.”

Luna exhaled deeply and with the pace of the exhale the scales precariously tipped and then returned to a place of equilibrium....“We are the moving tides that ebb and flow as do the scales tip from the excess of overreach and rebound from the necessary refinement. “

She moved swaying from side to side in an undulating fashion that was barely perceptible and lifted her arms reaching upwards in rhythm with the movement of her body.... “ It is I who carry you back to a home of love and compassion. It is I who remind you that you carry the measure of your own worth in each breath you take. And, it is I who will moved you from the inertia of the equilibrium you think you seek and show you the grace of exchange when heart and mind are both given chance to soar in lightness and embed themselves in the depths.”

With each of these words the scales moved in accord with her directive and she could feel the movement of this calibration within those who were witnessing these acts. Luna quieted her movement and turned facing the scales to survey her work. As she took a step forward in the darkness, she saw that the gold of the scales was gleaming in resonance as Sol stepped onto the stage looking longingly at Luna. He was brilliantly dressed in the mantle of the Sun and his words were strong and clear...

“My love, we share the measure of the scales and we have danced in this embrace of veiled and light may times before. My time of command over this space of harmony is nearing its end and soon I will pass into a light that is darker and more intuitive in its work. But, tonight we move closer to one another, I a blind lover in your darkness and you the holder of the key to that love.... “

-  INTERMISSION  -

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Robin Fennelly is a 3rd Degree Initiate of the Assembly of the Sacred Wheel and High Priestess of Coven of the Mystic Path within that Tradition. She has been a seeker of all things spiritual since her early teens. Growing up in a spiritually supportive family provided the opportunity to explore and experience a variety of esoteric traditions encompassing Eastern Philosophy, Metaphysics and the Western Magickal System.  This spiritually rich and diverse background has provided the foundations of her teaching and writing for more than 20 years with integrated overlay of Astrology, Hermetic Qabalah, Energetic Anatomy, Tarot and personal alchemy.   Her personal work is strongly focused on the development and implementation of energetic protocol and exploration of the catalytic energies of the Sacred Feminine.  She works extensively with the alchemical nature of the Goddess as deity and archetype using that transformative nature as the current that flows through and informs all of her magickal workings. Robin's unique style of teaching and writing incorporates poetry, pathworking and prose as tools for deepening the reader's level of understanding and application.  She has authored several books on magickal practice and theory, is a writer for the Portal Magazine, UK, contributor to Capital Witch: The Pagan Newswire Collective and has had several featured articles on the Witch's Voice.

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