Death's Grasp

I stand ready

and resolute

draped in black

and skull mask

shielding my face

for I am MORE

than myself

in this moment

Scythe

ancient

heavy

with death

and life

balanced perfectly

in my two

strong

capable hands

Now is the time

to strike

hard and clean

Listen to the singing

the ringing

of a beautiful silver blade

slicing through all

the dead and dying

Time to begin cleaning out

the fields

of Life

Rip away

the choking

thieving weeds

that deny nutrients

to my Dreams

my Plans

my very Soul

Hail, Macha,

the War Crow

Hail, Sekhmet

the Blood Drinker

Hail, Celaeno

the Dark One

Time to trim the fat

away

Time to cull the weak

from the herd

Time to pull weeds

in the Garden of Life

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The more I work with my various deities and spirits, the more it seems the Wheel of the Year (Pagan mythology that follows the various seasons and celestial occurrences throughout the year) play absolutely not major roll in Their wheeling and dealing.

Conventional Pagan mythology states that Lammas/Lughnasad is swift approaching -- celebrated on August 1st.  This is the celebration of the First Harvest, focusing mostly on grains.

Not a time that the Goddess should appear in the form of Crone (Death with the Scythe -- or at least, not as strongly as she appeared).  Sure the grains are cut, but the vision I saw was a great Reaping.  More along the lines of Samhain -- All Hallow's Eve -- the Final Harvest of the year.

So why am I seeing flashes of Autumn, when the hottest summer days have yet to descent upon me?

Like She instructed, through Her many guises...a great Reaping is coming.  All the good and positive and BALANCE in my life is being chocked out. 

I follow the Crooked Path.  I dance in the Woods.

And yet, I have somehow managed to be lead astray like some poor lamb.

The Culling is coming.

All that is not beneficial to my Herd, my Crops....that shall all be cut away and burned.  That ash will be stirred with water and lard.  And then it will be returned to the land....to bless and feed my Crops...my Herd....to make it all more wondrous, strong, vital, and beautiful once more.

The goddesses and spirits, while they do respect the natural order of the Natural World....well....sometimes, I just need that BIG of a smack upside my head.

In case you didn't realize....I can be quite thick-headed and excessively stubborn and stunningly ingenious in my deviousness.  ::laughs::

Hence why Macha (a Celtic War Goddess), Sekhmet (Egyptian lion-headed War Goddess), Celaeno (the Dark Storm Harpy), and Death Herself came knocking today. 

What blinders I must have been clinging to with one hell of a death grasp.