A Charge of the Dark Goddess

Wisdom and empowerment are the gifts of the Dark Goddess
of Transformation.

She is known to us as Kali, Hecate, Cerridwen, Lilith,
Persephone, Fata, Morgana, Ereshkigal, Arianhrod, Durga,
Inanna, Tiamat, and by a million, million other names:

Hear me child, and know Me for who I am. I have been with you
since you were born, and I will stay with you until you return to Me
at the final dusk.

I am the passionate and seductive lover who inspires the poet to dream.
I am the One who calls to you at the end of your journey. After the day
is done, My children find their blessed rest in my embrace.

I am the womb from which all things are born.
I am the shadowy, still tomb; all things must come to Me and bare their
breasts to die and be reborn to the Whole.

I am the Sorceress that will not be ruled, the Weaver of Time, the
Teacher of Mysteries. I snip the threads that bring my children home
to me. I slit the throats of the cruel and drink the blood of the
heartless. Swallow your fear and come to me, and you will discover
true beauty, strength, and courage.

I am the fury which rips the flesh from injustice.
I am the glowing forge that transforms your inner demons into tools of
power. Open yourself to my embrace and overcome.

I am the glinting sword that protects you from harm.
I am the crucible in which all the aspects of yourself merge together
in a rainbow of union.

I am the velvet depths of the night sky, the swirling mists of midnight,
shrouded in mystery.

I am the chrysalis in which you will face that which terrifies you and
from which you will blossom forth, vibrant and renewed. Seek me at
the rossroads, and you shall be transformed, for once you look upon my
face, there is no return.

I am the fire that kisses the shackles away.
I am the cauldron in which all opposites grow to know each other in
Truth. I am the web which connects all things.

I am the Healer of all wounds, the Warrior who rights all wrongs in
their Time. I make the weak strong. I make the arrogant humble. I raise
up the oppressed and empower the disenfranchised. I am Justice
tempered with Mercy.

Most importantly, child, I am you. I am part of you, and I am within
you. Seek me within and without, and you will be strong. Know me.
Venture into the dark so that you may awaken to Balance,
Illumination, and Wholeness.

Take my Love with you everywhere and find the Power within to
be who you wish.

The Legend of the Descent of the Goddess

This is a slightly condensed version of a ritual story of the descent of the Goddess to the Nether Lands (Under World), as adapted by Gerald Gardner and Doreen Valiente.

Now our Lady the Goddess had never loved, but She would solve all the Mysteries, even the mystery of Death; and so She journeyed to the Underworld.

The Guardians of the Portals challenged Her: “Strip off thy garments, lay aside thy jewels; for naught mayest thou bring with thee into this our land.”

So She laid down her garments and Her jewels, and was bound, as are all who enter the Realms of Death, the Mighty One.

Such was Her beauty, that Death Himself knelt and kissed Her feet, saying: “Blessed be thy feet, that have brought thee in these ways. Abide with me; but let me place my cold hand on thy heart.”

She replied: “I love thee not. Why dost thou cause all things that I love and take delight in to fade and die?”

“Lady,” replied Death, “’tis age and fate, against which I am helpless. Age causes all to wither; but when men die at the end of time, I give them rest and peace, and strength so that they may return. But thou! Thou art lovely. Return not; abide with me!”

But She answered: “I love thee not.”

Then said Death: “An thou receivest not my hand on thy heart, thou must receive Death’s scourge.”

“It is fate – better so,” She said. And She knelt, and Death scourged her tenderly. And She cried, “I feel the pangs of love.”

And Death said, “Blessed be!” and gave her the Fivefold Kiss, saying: “Thus only mayest thou attain to joy and knowledge.” And He taught Her all the Mysteries, and They so loved and were one, and He taught Her all the Magicks.

For there are three great events in the life of man: Love, Death, and Resurrection in the new body; and magic controls them all. For to fulfill love you must return again at the same time and place as the loved one, and you must remember and love them again. But to be reborn you must die and be ready for a new body; and to die you must be born; and without love you may not be born; and this is all the Magicks.