As Above, So Below (How the Stars Became Our Hearts)

Duality: Harvest Blessings



Blessed be the shores of Acheron,

Blessed be the coming of the dawn.

Blessed be the buds of spring

And the bees that gather on.


Blessed be the pure and true.

Blessed be the morning dew 

Blessed be the pink and green.

Blessed be the blue.



Blessed be the heat and sweat.

Blessed be the sun.

Blessed be the steamy wet.

Blessed be the fun.


Blessed are the bees,

As they toil to me the honey.

And blessed are we.

As we toil to make the money.



Blessed be the fires burning.

Blessed be the year of turning.

Blessed be the reaping

Of the harvest we are yearning..


Blessed be the gold,

Blessed be the old.

Blessed be the longer nights 

Bringing the cold.



Blessed be the frost, this pain.

This life.

Blessed the veins

That pump.


Blessed be that ice that force our bonds to show.


Blessed be the snow.



Blessed be the blood and blessed be the tears.

Blessed be our deepest fears.

Blessed be the ravens wings,

Blessed be the bee that stings.


Blessed are the hands that hold the void.

Blessed are we who can speak with the old.

Blessed be this that will never be destroyed.

Blessed be our stories as they unfold.



Blessed be life.

And blessed be the dead.

Blessed be the toes 

And blessed be the head.


Blessed be these cycles

For the seem to change so soon.

Blessed be the Sun.

And blessed be the Moon.


About the Author:

Alexiel Raynes is a shaman, philosopher, and musician from Louisville, Ky. He has studied religion and science for over 20 years. His spiritual path focuses on self realization, the liberation of the constraints of the mind on consciousness. He also studies plant medicines and their use in indigenous cultures world wide. He is fascinated with exploring the world beyond the veil of mainstream western science, and postulates at what lies beyond general consensus reality.

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