I am the tender voice calling away,
Whispering between the beatings of the heart,
And inaccessible in dewy eyes
I dwell, and all unkissed on lovely lips,
Lingering between white breasts inviolate,
And fleeting ever from the passionate touch,
I shine afar till men may not divine
Wether it is the stars or the beloved
They follow with rapt spirit. And I weave
My spells at evening, folding with dim caress
Aerial arms and twilight drooping hair,
The lonely wanderer by wood or shore,
Till, filled with some past tenderness he yields,
Feeling in dreams for the dear mother heart
He knew ere he forsook the starry way,
And clings there, pillowed far above the smoke
And the dim murmur from the duns of men.
I can enchant the trees and rocks, and fill
The dumb brown lips of earth with mystery.
Make them reveal or hide the God, Myself
Mother of all, but without hands to heal
To vast and vague, they know me not, but yet,
I am the heartbreak over fallen things,
The sudden gentleness that stays the blow,
And I am in the kiss the foemen give
Pausing the battle, and in the tears that fall
Over the vanquished foe, and in the highest,
Among the Danaan Gods, I am the last
Council of mercy in their hearts where
They meet justice from a thousand Starry Thrones.
My heart shall be in thine when thine forgives!
Excerpt from "Mystery of Dana and Virgo" by The Hon.Olivia Robertson ;
original text from A.E. - William Russel
I offer incense to the Goddess Dana. She sitteth upon the Stone of Destiny that is the earth, and in Her Left Hand is a sheaf of wheat which she taketh from Her Cauldron of Plenty, that Her Son, the God Dagda and those who follow him may feed all creatures upon the earth. And in Her Right Hand she holdeth the Sword of Light, which She gives to Her Son, the God Nuadh of the Silver Arm, and those who stand by Him to defend the weak and suffering. The Spear of Destiny by Her side She trusteth to Her Son the God Lugh of the fiery Wheel, and all who work with him to create a noble future through Will and Magical Arts.
Divine Dana, Star Goddess of Atlantis, Mother of the Gods and Goddesses of Ireland, inspiring the magical Arts and bestowing bounty throughout the whole earth, we invoke Thy aid, that in this hard age of fear we may know Thy Many-coloured Land!
Know that the many Coloured Land of Tir
Nan Og is with all who know the future with visionary eyes, for Tir Nan Og, Hy Brasil,
Emhain exists in All Time. The beauties of that place are seen by small children who play
on dappled lawns, and gaze with wondering eyes at flower and butterfly and many-hued
insects.
Through the present come to me! For the present is your Gate to Heaven. When worldly cares
veil true vision, the passions clog the bright Fire-blood that courses through the
spiritual body; when evil emotions of anger, envy and jealousy corrode the soul, then not
even the present is noticed or enjoyed! Life for the dulled soul, imprisoned in foolish
preoccupations and unhealthy feelings is not life but rather an existence that flees by in
passing time; yet to the depleted soul it is a long drawn-out waste land of boredom,
excited only by transient stimulation. Thus a whole life-time may be wasted by those with
eyes that cannot see, ears that cannot hear, and a spiritual will unused.
Awaken! The glories of past civilisations, the dawn of consciousness, the memories of
lifes spent through a myriad of forms are all there for the initiate who, through total
awareness of the present, attains experience of the past. Through understanding the past
of the earth, the wonderful creatures, the human race, the soul gains understanding, and
through understanding wisdom. Thus the soul is prepared for the Second Birth, the return
to the innocence of angel childhood. In this state the intellect is put aside, and the
traveller in time enters into a new realm that for most of humanity is still the future!
Ideal beings and trees and plants and animals are seen transposed, as it were, over dark
cities with their ugly factories.
The Golden Age shineth for those who have, through awareness and practice of the virtues,
regained the use of psychis eyes and ears and feelings. This new awakening brings with it
the fruit of past experience, so the wisdom of the sage is combined with childlike
innocence.
The harvest is reaped from the re-enacting of past lives, and the growing of the seeds
therefrom is the task of the present, that the glorious future gardens of delight may be
manifested.