New tale of Olympus

Long ago when the world was young and the

battles for the universe between the Titans and

the gods had ended, the gods met with each

other at the foot of Mount Olympus.

They gathered to decide how they were going

to divide the spoils of war.

They deliberated about lands, animals, and other things under their domain until finally it was time to decide which humans they would champion.

First spoke Zeus, king of the gods.

“I will take those humans who rule over others and make the laws, men of prestige and significance.

They will embrace justice in my name.”

Then spoke Hera, queen of the gods.

“I shall have the married women for my own and

those women who are pregnant or mothers.

They shall find succor and solace under my

patronage.”

Then spoke Ares, lord of war.

“I will take the warriors and men of battle. I shall

heap glory upon them all.”

Athena, goddess of wisdom, said on to the

other gods: “I shall take the strategists, crafters,

and lords of commerce.

They shall thrive with the blessing of my wisdom.”

Then spoke Poseidon.

“I shall have the sailors and fishermen and bless

them with the use of my ocean.”

Then announced Hades, “I shall take the dead

that come to Tartarus and the Elysian Fields;

they shall suffer or be pleased in measure of

their past lives.”

Aphrodite said, “The lovers will be mine and

those with shining beauty. I will grace them with

fertility.”

So on and on the Olympians chose the best and

brightest of their own perspective fields of

influence and enhanced each one’s blessings.

In the end there were groups of people who did

not fit these groups.

These beings trembled and quaked

unknowingly as each god passed them by.

Then as it seemed all gods had made

their choices, from the darkness came Hekate.

The Titan who was still revered by all the gods

even after their war.

She looked at those still left to be taken. Her compassion moved her to speak.

“Greatest of gods, hear me. You have made

your choices, and now I would make mine. I

shall take all who have been left behind.

The not chosen, the unwanted, the seemingly

unredeemable, the outcasts, the poor, the malformed, the victim, the homeless,

the lost, the murderer,

I shall take them and guide them with my torches out of the darkness.

I shall witness acts of violence both to bring compassion to the souls perpetrating and the victims to bring justice and succor in kind.

I shall take the shades and specters, those who can’t find their way, to help them finish their business and I shall lead them home.

I shall take the unloved and scorned and hold them dear.

I will remind them all of the power of choice, the wisdom of necessity, and the love of my compassion.

All the gods were shocked at this choice. They

saw how they had chosen only those who were

bright reflections of themselves and their

greatness.

They had forgotten the lowly souls

who needed them most. Hearing this

compassionate choice, Zeus was moved.

“For this act of compassion and wisdom, I shall

bless you alone Hekate with status above the

other gods.

I offer you three boons: You shall

have the power that I have to grant any wish

that is petitioned of you.

I shall give you rulership and free passage over a place in Tartarus below…

Also the world of men and the sea, and the sky.

so you may be with any who need you.

Hekate I give you the keys to all kingdoms.

Lastly I give you the power to chose your last boon.

As I will.. it is so!”

Hekate replied: “I thank you, Lord Zeus, for this

boon.

I shall tell the people of the world that if

ever they should need a thing and wish to

petition me, let them go to the crossroads

that are my sacred space, with a meal as offering

and their wish written on a slip and left under the dish.

They shall leave both at the crossroads and

turn away and not look back until they are

home.

This meal shall feed the dogs and the poor and the homeless and I shall look on them with favor of what they truly need.

“For my boon I ask for a race of my own that

shall like me span all the races and be born to

all.

They shall be born with the potential to

bring success in love, to curse or bless,

to speak to beasts, to converse and congress with spirits, to command the weather, to cast out blight,

to read the messages of the starry heaven, to see the future, to conjure treasure and fortune,

to heal the sick, and kill despair.

Some shall be born and some shall be remade.

They shall be all manner of people and trades.

They shall be called Witches and may be loved or hated, and live between to shape them to

necessity.

They shall aid me in my great work

to aid the forgotten and the rest of man.”

And so it was decided.

The gods

stood on the Mount of Olympus holding hands

and said: “As we will it, so shall it be!”

Meditation or dream?

After my evening talk with my lady I fall into bed asking for the bliss of sleep which has eluded me this week.

I drift off but I’m woken by a tapping on the front door.

I go downstairs followed by Saffie cautiously open the door There before me is my lady Hekate she smiles and steps into my house.

As always I am struck by her beauty and although no words are spoken she tells me to collect what I need from around me.

She opens the door for us to leave. I look around its 3am where are we going?

I pick up my ritual bag and call Saffie we follow Hekate along the tow path catching in with her step her staff on the ground is the only sound of the night, her cloak seems to blow behind her although there is no breeze.

As we reach the top of my street she smiles we are standing on the cross road.

‘Your mountain’ I ask?

‘Yours’ she answers.

We walk the familiar path Saffie and Hekates hound like two shadows walking in step like two shadows before us.

As we reach the mountain she removes the hood of her cloak.

I feel that familiar knot in my belly.

She holds up her torch to the familiar wall of granite she moves the torch points back at the way we have walked together.

No words are spoken but no I don’t want to go back.

She smiles you have all the tools you need my child.

I open my bag take out my robe undress but the robe has gone.

I look at her she smiles ‘Open the gateway you are safe here’

I take out my blade. ‘It isn’t finished.’ I here myself say handing it to her feeling foolish as the words leave my mouth.

She takes it and as the polished copper glints despite the darkness of the new moon the yew handle seems to be transformed into part of her hand.

She holds it out to me and for a second our hand is one.

I feel a bolt of energy surge through me she nods

‘It is finished.’ she says.

‘Do not fear my daughter.’

I draw a line along the wall of granite the width of us both, as we stand before this mighty mountain.

A gateway opens and there is loud roar of water fierce and rapid through the archway a wooden bridge visible spanning over a fierce river below.

She holds up her torch taps her staff and both dogs lie either side of the gateway.

My bag beside her Saffie looks the other way.

I follow my lady across the bridge. she stops as I reach the middle the shadow stops and the bridge seems half light half dark.

We stand there betwixt and between watch the rush of water passing bellow us in the shadows.

The water splashes and rushes on logs and sticks are tossed this way and that.

I breath in and smell the wet earth and leaves but feel safe here on the bridge.

In the faint glow of Hekates torches

Hekate steps into the darkness her torch seems to dim but still she lights my way.

‘What can you hear she asks?’

As we walk deeper into the cave I stand still and listen the water runs down shiny red tinted walls reminding me of blood. With a metallic essence I can taste it in the spray.

‘I hear the rushing of the river mother.’

‘Then quieten it she tells me gently.’

I breath in close my eyes feeling the earth beneath my feet the sound seems to hush.

‘Now what do you hear?’

‘I hear magic the growth of the roots, Journeys of animals and insects of life I hear the earth all around us and I hear your heart beat mother.’

She wraps one side of her cloak around me. ‘Our heartbeat child.’

‘When you call me look within yourself and around yourself land sea and sky we are one I am always here.’

‘The paths you have walked I have always lit but you have always chosen.’

She holds up her torch to a familiar door scratched in the peeling paint is ‘keep out’ in ballpoint pen.

It’s my childhood bedroom door.

She nods the choice is mine I open the door step inside.

I’m not afraid.

Humpy Dumpty beer ad posters still on the wall purple curtains on a droopy wire green carpet I spin around on the tallboy cupboard is my old record player I hear myself laugh AC/DC’ Let there be Rock’ album is on the turntable next to it on the bedside table are a pile of sticks acorns and feathers are just where I had left them.

I walk over to the curtains and pull them open birdsong fills the room the old oak tree outside my bedroom window stands blowing in the breeze like an old friend. I can smell the cut grass and sunshine I see the old gate leading into the woods behind the house where I had climbed trees built dens, read my favourite books escaping to magic lands like disc world and Neverland.

I turn around and there on the bed is my Nan wearing her apron long silver hair tied back shopping bag by her feet my old dogs lady, Toby, and lucky wagging their tails pleased to see me. I catch my breath ‘Nanny!’ I hear myself say and a tear runs down my cheek.

‘I’m not bloody staying’ she says laughing,

I hug her ‘Nanny I’m sorry’ ‘What bloody for now?’ she says wiping my tears.

‘For not being there when you died for not being at your funeral dad wouldn’t let me come. I came to the cemetery stood on the hill I watched from behind the tree.’ I cried again on her apron as I have so many other times.

‘I know you did my girl I was there with you behind that tree.’

We hug for quite some time I’ve missed her everything about her I inhale the essence of her I feel safe.

‘Let me look at you.’ She says.

She holds me away from her and smiles. You can still smell the sunshine and the storms she laughs. I nod.

A hundred beautiful memories flash before me like old photographs ‘What was that?’ I ask.

‘Love’ she answers.

‘You did it my Lass what did I always tell you?’

‘Trust the universe that was love.’

She wiped my face as I hugged my dogs.

As I stand up I’m bigger than my little Nan now.

She picks up her old shopping bag pats my dogs blows me a kiss and they are gone.

Leaving nothing but the pile of sticks acorns and leaves.

I sit on my bed listening to the buzz of summer outside and the heartbeat of me and my lady I can feel everything I whisper.

The door swings open I walk over to my lady and

we leave.

The door seems to melt back into the granite wall leaving no trace that it was ever there.

We walk back to the gateway the path feels less rough and there where we left them across the bridge Saffie and her black companion lay together.

We stand together on the other side the bridge now bathed in mid-day sunlight

She bids me to take note of the river.

It’s meanders slowly and smoothly beneath us.

We cross the bridge side by side.

I pick up my bag and she bids my to close the gateway I trace the edge with my blade. The bridge between the worlds is sealed.

My clothes are gone.

She hands me a cloak I swing it around me she fastens it.

We walk back home she stays by my side until I reach my garden gate by the canal.

Everything looks the same but somehow I know it’s all completely different.

I kneel before her thanking her for this journey this lesson.

She kisses me lightly on my fore head and hands me a small saffron flower she smiles and I watch the billow of her cloak in the sunshine as she walks back to the cross roads.

Thank you my lady I whisper as she turns the corner.

Cosmic Connections.

Look around we are all connected.

Sparks of the same flame.
Fragments, shards of the source of all.
Stardust of stars.
Drops flowing to the same ocean.
All of us. Not some of us.
Colour, creed, beliefs,
Good, evil, indifferent.
You can’t pick and choose.
All at different parts of different journeys.
On our way back home.
Divine experience, expression.
A tiny spark, microcosmic
Mind blowing.
Amazing you.
And me.
Us.
Love

Raven & the Lighthouse

Blacker and darker than night the lone Raven lived in the shadows.
Built her home in the cracks and crevices of the rocks and cliffs
She liked it there it was safe.
She had hatched her young there
Sheltered them away from predators
Fiercely protecting them with a shrill sharp caw.
Guarding her nest with the courage of an eagle.
She taught her young well.
As she watched them leave the nest as they flew confidant and solo her dark Raven heart fluttered and swelled with pride.
She tilted her head as magically she watched as their dark raven feathers shimmer almost iridescently in the bright sunlight
She cawed and preened herself
And if Ravens could smile she would have.
As her off spring strutted transformed into beautiful peacocks in the lush Green Meadows of the mainland
She circled high above never far away keeping one eye on her beautiful creations.
Always flying back to what she knew
The dark protection of the craggy cliffs and rocks
Then one evening on her journey home as she soared on a warm breeze sea spray splashing below as she prepared to land.
There before her was a bright light.
She circled again.
Light flooded the cliffs and craggy rocks. She cawed a loud warning.
It didn’t move. Things looked so very different in the light.
She cawed again. No response.
There it stood tall grounded and strong and silent
A lighthouse
She felt her heart beat faster.
She was tired now she needed to land.
The lighthouse seemed to beckon the warm glow of light seemed to promise safety. Dare she move away from the rocks..
She circled one last time before noisily but cautiously landing safely by the lighthouse door

Raven Wordsmith 🖤