THE MIDKNIGHT GARDEN: KNIGHTS OF THE RED ORDER

The Serpent Path

“I found some old notes going back many years to a time when i was seeking my path, a path i always knew to be there. Over the years i have made many notes and had the thought of making these little notes and thoughts into poems. Here is the first one that is of my very personal journey into Craft, with some up to dates thoughts added too….”

The wheel turns and new times arrive through the gates of destiny.

Old doors clang irreparably shut.

New doors creek and slowly open.

What once was, now no longer is.

What is now, is never to be.

Within the chaos ahead a path intertwined with mine.

A desire.

A change, then never no more.

I dreamed of chaos.

I stood in that labyrinth, that physical labyrinth at midnight and screamed for change in my mundane life.

For deep dark chaos.

A yearning to be taken to the centre, to the darkness, to the desire.

To see what others do not.

To see the hidden.

My hidden was always there in plain sight.

My potions, my healing herbs, my culinarys sitting there on my kitchen shelf side by side with my hexing’s and poisons.

That old, ragged charm over the door, or the worn pouch hung on the tree near the gate. Did you not notice?

Kitchen canisters full of, well not food….

Yet within my healings and spells, a dream of a different future yet untold, took shape.

A shadow, a flickering, a whisper of a way.

A serpent uncoiling.

I was bound to the wrong path, by the false words, the fake hierarchies and the false knowledge.

I knew this.

I desired a way out; I desired truth however dark, that resonated on my soul.

An ancient path that came from before the dawn of human time.

I wanted that which comes from deep within, that which can bind with the without to achieve that perfect balance of dark and light, night and day.

I wanted connection to that deep well of inspiration, that deep dark place within my soul, that source that binds us all not to the Wyrd, but to the complete unknown.

I wanted to stand on the edge of human reality and stir that deep cauldron of truth.

Would i find my place with the energy we know of as the goddess, or would the energy find me?

Would he whom weilded the flaming sword push me and show me the way?

Little did i know at that time, that i had already been found by that force, that energy that was the driving force of all i would come to be.

I wanted to break all the human-set rules, become a part of a soul defining truth that I knew existed. But first I had to know the rules, learn the rules before I could even consider breaking them.

Down, down, down into the dark I journeyed, into the unknown, surrendering, letting go of all I knew.

A solitary journey.

Familiar faces came and went, as I turned away from false priests and prophets.  Yet I surrendered every corner of my life in love and trust and to the deep yearning of my soul.

I saw humanity revealed in a blink of an eye, a creation that knows not its purpose, a carbon footprint echoing briefly upon the shores of time.

I heard the wind whisper long and low and the waves wash over the saddled shores of time at sunset to erase all footprints with just one swift touch.

I felt the serpent awaken.

I waited then and only then for humanity to realise the truth.

The truth I had longed for, searched for and desired.

Deep down, the ‘trait’ within me always knew.

For I was never blind.

I saw the spread, the feast.

The blood on the table laid out before my eyes.

The food of the G-ds.

A painful vision, once seen, never unseen.

I was careful in what I wished for.

In that which I so desired.

Sure and strong and unbending.

I found the chaos, the deep dark chaos.

I found and fought the dragon.

I saw the illusion,

As Mary did.

Both Serpent and Moon at my feet

Dragon and illusion

At last falling into place…

“The Keeper of Scrolls”

aka ‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

April 12th 2023