Black Madonna:::She who Accompanies the White and the Red

The Black Madonna. You know her, we all know her in memory, – she is hidden behind a sacred black veil, and when we call to her that veil is immediately parted and she sits in silent acknowledgement of our (male or female) deepest being. She is the dark aspect of the goddess, the one that accompanies the white and the red. Wise, benevolent, and unthinkably strong and wise, she is also known as “Sophia”, the one who sees all, is shocked by nothing, and knows all. She is our Great Mother, the one who embraces us in silence when our concerns are too difficult for common understanding. Never judging, never questioning, she is the one who hears, then knows, and unflinchingly provides answers though her vast reserves of wisdom. She is the one who pushes us forward and provides strength, lending hers to ours, and being part of our body so we can do what we must.

…There is a fascination around her that defies description. Nothing is ever lost, only waiting to be rediscovered. She is our connection to the earth.

The “black” in question is hardy yet soft, earthy rich, absolutely protective, enveloping like a mothering cloak, wise, forgiving and nurturing.

There are connections to her with the original earth goddesses, so there is sustenance in going to her, sitting in front of her in a shrouded grotto, wooded hill slope, or her shape carved out tree. Or she can appear to us out of a void, just when we need her most. She knows all and understands all, when we don’t.

Imogen Crest

via TheGypsyPriestess@FB Pages.

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Alpha/Omega

For I am the first and the last

I am the venerated and the despised

I am the prostitute and the saint

I am the wife and the virgin

I am the mother and the daughter

I am the arms of my mother

I am barren and my children are many

I am the married woman and the spinster

I am the woman who gives birth and she

who never procreated

I am the consolation for the pain of birth

I am the wife and the husband

And it was my man who created me

I am the mother of my father

I am the sister of my husband

And he is my rejected son

Always respect me

For I am the shameful and the magnificent one

Hymn to Isis, Great Mother of All

Third or Fourth Century B.C.

Discovered in Nag Hammadi

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