Mommy, I’m Afraid of the Dark

Mommy, Mommy, I’m Afraid of the Dark,
porcelain and rose are tear-stained and glistening in the fragile moonlight,
her boundless eyes reflecting stars of childhood,
Mommy, Mommy, please help me!
The Goddess hears the pleading of her delicate voice,
and is summoned to her trembling.

What do you fear, my child?
The Lady of the Night responded to the little Maiden.
She dwells in the unseen shadows of the mist,
leaping and bounding like a frightened doe,
The Goddess knows she is close,
creation force pulls them together,
beyond time,space, and thought
like magnets that are ceaselessly drawn into polarity’s embrace,
Why do you call on the Mother?
The little blossom has been found.

Mommy, I’m afraid of the dark,
I’m afraid of spiders, bats, and the insects they pursue,
There are bad men, and nightmares that never end,
I see only blackness and feel only loneliness,
I am lost in this pursuit, I am being consumed by it,
Mother, I don’t know what to do…
The child heavily sobbed into Her bosom.

The Goddess of the Night spoke to the day-born child,
Fear not, my babe,
The spiders weave my intricate jewelry and the bats are the messengers of My world,
Those bad people? Yes, they do exist and the nightmares may never fade,
You can be sure when their days have past, it is in my realm they will forever stumble,
ghosts and relics of forgotten memory, lost to the tides of thought,
We will walk the Path of your scars together, be renewed by all that we learn,
You are not alone, my dear, for I am the blackness you see and I am all around you,
I am the Mother of Night, Queen of the Moon, Lady and Consort of the Antlered Son of Day,
Are you still afraid? Do you still tremble in my midst?

The child was no longer herself,
a Woman stood in her place,
A Daughter of the Night, a Witch
Cast in a vision while reflecting in the Chalice,
Mother, Priestess, Sister!
dancing naked before a bonfire under her silver playmate, the antlered moon
She sang her lullaby spell to the evening and serenaded the Goddess who stilled the night,
So much more than the child who trembled in her Path,
The Priestess raised her arms to draw Her down,
Entwined between the worlds, mists closing in, interconnected like a wicker basket,
The Goddess, watching all the while, spoke on the chilled night wind through the lips of the lady,
Her children stopped to listen, only the drumming of heartbeats could be heard,
all answers recovered, all questions pointing the way along the inner spiral,
They spoke in Union, romping in the darkness surrounding Them,
“To know the self is to know the Goddess! So mote it Be!”

Published by Shining Quill

Let me introduce myself: I'm Quill! In addition to being an ordained minister and blogger, I am a mother of five little girls. My Magickal practice dates back over two decades. As a tarot reader, life coach, and spell caster, I specialize in these three fields. I'm passionate about removing the taboo surrounding people seeking help for mental health challenges. Welcome to my blog!

4 thoughts on “Mommy, I’m Afraid of the Dark

  1. ‘Robbed of one’s Beloved Peer-Mater GOD-MOTHER was a CRIME’,
    says a Bereaved Loving GOD-FATHER COSMOS & only Surviving SON of NIGHTMARES Origins. DEUS means Two not ONE!
    Sweet Dreams
    Sibyl X.

  2. It means the Torturous Mortal death & Excommunication of our Mother’line’s Sibylline Daughters and seeming to get away with it.
    Eventually even our Biblical Prophet Brothers became thought of as Heretics, because they couldn’t Mortally prove their claims, and you know what happened to all of them all.

    So rise again Brave Heroes, Innocent Children, Blossoming Lovers.
    The Tree-of-Life Exists you’ll find as Heaven-on-Earth recovers.

    Lots of Love
    Sibyl X

    1. I should have added,
      Our brains and Intelligence have evolved enough for Advanced Cosmic Life-Scientists ETC. to prove ‘The Theory of Everything’, but they can’t without our SPIRITUAL input and Messages while still in mortal form.
      Sibyl X

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