<\/a> The Goddess Calls<\/b><\/p>\nWho are you?
\nStrange longing that has crept into my restful soul,
\nI hear your quiet whisper, but, in words not of my race…
\nThere is nothing in this world is seek, – My cup is full
\nand yet you call me softly from some distant place.<\/p>\n
Are you the whisper in the wind that calls my name?
\nOr the Breaking of the waves against some rocky shore?
\nOr Moonlit shadows rustling in some country lane.
\nI feel as …if somehow you’ve called my name before.<\/p>\n
Stay! Don\u2019t fade away!
\nYour gentle torture seems to stir my bones.
\nI wait and listen in this dying light of day,
\nPerhaps My Goddess speaks in these soft tones.<\/p>\n
Oh that I were not deaf and blind
\nto all those things on which my spirit soars,
\nIf all the thoughts which cloud my mind were gone,
\nAnd only You and I remained as once before.<\/p>\n
Patrick Kavanagh
\n16\/04\/12<\/p>\n
\n
As the riddle of the Goddess unravelled itself in my life, I became aware of the reality of many things which I had previously suspected were only tricks of the mind. For example, had anyone told me ten years ago that I would not only believe in the faeries, – but also interact with them, I would have never have believed them.
\nIt was at Cabourne Parva, in Caistor, Lincolnshire, that I met the Faeries again for the first time since childhood. They completely changed my life and filled it with magic and meaning. My Goddess is the Goddess of the Fae. She is my muse and my inspiration. She is my protector and my guide. I have other guides, but meeting the Goddess was probably the scariest experience I have ever had. I no longer have any real doubts. I now live the life which I never truly believed was possible, although I have a long way to go before I canny fully act from my heart rather than my head. I still try to keep an open mind on all things. However, I am now on the inside looking out, – so real objectivity is pretty much impossible!<\/p>\n
Walk With Me<\/b><\/p>\n
Leave your nagging doubts behind and walk with me to find some quiet place.
\nWhen the glamour of the life you thought you\u2019d love has gone.
\nWhen the worries, and the stresses, get too much.
\nWhen you’ve gone along the road as far as you can go,
\nWhen you learned to doubts the things that used to mean so much.
\nThen walk with me.<\/p>\n
Leave the noise behind,
\nLeave your watch behind and leave your mobile phone.
\nFind a place where you can truly be alone,
\nAnd find me waiting there.<\/p>\n
In a forest, field or quiet garden.
\nIn a beach or park, or just a candle in a quiet room
\nYou will find me in the silence,
\nStop and listen, Find the light behind the gloom,
\nAnd you will find me there.<\/p>\n
You wonder who I am.
\nI am the gentle touch upon your hair.
\nI am the comfort and companionship when there is no one there.
\nI am the eagle flying high, I am the wolf, – I am the bear.
\nI am the Dawning and the End of Time.
\nLook within yourself, and I am always there.<\/p>\n
Patrick W Kavanagh
\n21\/09\/2013<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
For many years of my life, I was reluctant to believe in the survival of the personality after physical death. I suspected that any such belief was just wishful thinking combined with my Roman Catholic upbringing. After the death of my father at the age of twelve, I walked away from mainstream spirituality and looked to more materialistic answers to the questions that life poses to us all. I was fascinated by the writings of R.D. Laing. In his book, Sanity Madness and the Family, he described the ability of a young man, being treated for schizophrenia in a mental hospital, to give details of his family\u2019s actions. The young man was able to describe situations in his wider family circle which he had no physical way of knowing about. I came to assume that this was merely evidence for the existence of some type of telepathy. I believed that we all received these signals, but a healthy personality filtered them out to enable people to cope with modern civilisation. There was some fascinating research done in the USSR in the 1950\u2019s which theorised that the human nervous system acted as both an aerial, and a transmitter, for electrical signals and which even calculated the frequency which telepathy worked at. I was quite confident that most unexplained phenomenon would eventually turn out to be undiscovered science. Other books, such as \u2018Supernature\u2019 and \u2018Lifetide\u2019, by Lyall Watson convinced me that all life was somehow connected. However, I saw no reason to assume that this connection was not part of the normal material structure of the universe. I came to believe that it was simply a matter of convenience and comfort as to which gods or goddesses we chose to believe in and that atheism was just another viewpoint which was equally as valid. It seemed to me that somehow, mankind had inexplicable skills which were simply aspects of undiscovered natural laws. I learned how to live with doubt and found it was a great liberator. I accepted that my beliefs were simply that, -my beliefs, nothing more. I was happy to believe in the possibility of an underlying intelligence to the universe. It was also obvious to me that this intelligence had many aliases and was happy to answer to all of them. Even Yahweh (Jehovah) means \u201cI AM WHO I AM\u201d. So why am I a Pagan? I was fascinated by \u201cThe White Goddess\u201d; – She reminded me of a vision I had as a child. I asked her to show herself to me many years ago. I was much like a prayer to the Unknown Goddess. My life was to totally change before she appeared. She came to me with the gift of poetry and slowly revealed herself over the last six years. The Goddess Calls Who are you? Strange longing that has crept into my restful soul, I hear your quiet whisper, but, in words not of my race… There is nothing in this world is seek, – My cup is full and yet you call me softly from some distant place. Are you the whisper in the wind that calls my name? Or the Breaking of the waves against some rocky shore? Or Moonlit shadows rustling in some country lane. I feel as …if somehow you’ve called my name before. Stay! Don\u2019t fade away! Your gentle torture seems to stir my bones. I wait and listen in this dying light of day, Perhaps My Goddess speaks in these soft tones. Oh that I were not deaf and blind to all those things on which my spirit soars, If all the thoughts which cloud my mind were gone, And only You and I remained as once before. Patrick Kavanagh 16\/04\/12 As the riddle of the Goddess unravelled itself in my life, I became aware of the reality of many things which I had previously suspected were only tricks of the mind. For example, had anyone told me ten years ago that I would not only believe in the faeries, – but also interact with them, I would have never have believed them. It was at Cabourne Parva, in Caistor, Lincolnshire, that I met the Faeries again for the first time since childhood. They completely changed my life and filled it with magic and meaning. My Goddess is the Goddess of the Fae. She is my muse and my inspiration. She is my protector and my guide. I have other guides, but meeting the Goddess was probably the scariest experience I have ever had. I no longer have any real doubts. I now live the life which I never truly believed was possible, although I have a long way to go before I canny fully act from my heart rather than my head. I still try to keep an open mind on all things. However, I am now on the inside looking out, – so real objectivity is pretty much impossible! Walk With Me Leave your nagging doubts behind and walk with me to find some quiet place. When the glamour of the life you thought you\u2019d love has gone. When the worries, and the stresses, get too much. When you’ve gone along the road as far as you can go, When you learned to doubts the things that used to mean so much. Then walk with me. Leave the noise behind, Leave your watch behind and leave your mobile phone. Find a place where you can truly be alone, And find me waiting there. In a forest, field or quiet garden. In a beach or park, or just a candle in a quiet room You will find me in the silence, Stop and listen, Find the light behind the gloom, And you will find me there. You wonder who I am. I am the gentle touch upon your hair. I am the comfort and companionship when there is no one there. I am the eagle flying high, I am the wolf, – I am the bear. I am the Dawning and the End of Time. Look within yourself, and I am always there. 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