I exist beyond the enfoldment of your imagination in a far off place remembered subconsciously by some but disowned by most.

I am the energy of the swirling night and my vibration unsettles or feeds the core of my initiates. In truth most of my initiates are now lost in the sheets of chaos that is given glory and profanity to your global humanity’s conscious level of existence. I am beyond this and behind this, entwined and ensnared, willingly awaiting the initiates to my parlor.

I am the beauty of the blackness and a consumer of life at its zenith. I know no bounds of limitation and exist from the consciousness of the one, the beauty of the black seen in glimpses, of the spider’s web when dew laden, the light of the dawn radiates out my presence. In blackness there is the swirling changeable magic of the all and it is formidable and fearsome to a lost one; so fear ridden and decaying in misrepresented untruths.

I am the cloak that can regenerate those whose empty lives that have become a barren and desolate wasteland for I am the Medicine of the Black Widow. A manifestation and ally to the formidable Mother and I breathe life and take life, feed and starve all at once, for you know little of the ways of the web.

Sacred sexuality is my path and what is termed now as sacred on your planet belittles my mysterious methods. It is true in part that the sacred sexual teachings of Asian origin hold wisdom as paths to enlightenment and it is not these paths that dominate your Western world. Profanity of sexuality is laboured and abused but not beyond repair for mine is a Medicine that shall not be ripped or misplaced by the misuse of humanity’s many misshaped truths.

Priestesses in history knew me intimately as their guiding force of sacred sexuality by way of the dark feminine path. Temples were honoured places to perform my teachings and rituals, leading always home to a greater truth and spiritual insight that solidified an individual’s evolutionary growth. I am not devoid of sexuality practiced as a pleasure to be experienced by my initiates that would be misrepresentation indeed.

Mine is not the soft light nor is it the blinding solar energy of the sun. No, I am the dark path chosen by few yet honoured by the initiates that hold this seed, the seed of my power, at their very core. They have a place, a role to fulfill for humanity’s growth and evolution. The time is now, the place is Earth and I call to my initiates to return back from the chaos, back to the dark path, back to their path of power, back to their core and I stand ready to greet each and every one back home to their rightful place, back home in my embrace, back home to me.

I bestow the mystery teachings of the dark path and each and every one shall know it is me that embraces you back home for the core is soothed from the unsettling existence so lost for so long and my energy restores you from deep within.

There are many that call to the path of the dark, their troubles are densely laden. Often they get lost and entangled on the progression for theirs is not a search of divinity at its core, many have mistakenly been consumed not by my power but by the echo of it personified in their radiant troubles, of their pitiful, insidious greed for power. Like a blackened mirror, although not visible to the untrained eye, if you summon me on your search for power on the dark path you will not see for a time, by your own blindness, what you are summoning. Always it is of your own making, always it is reflected back to you by the mirrors. A blackened mirror is not for navigating with an untrained eye so pity those that consume themselves, their unrelenting hunger of self will run riot to the death and demise of their once former selves.

That is my protection of the mysteries, the inbuilt sanctity of the law of “what is within manifests without”. My initiates know well this law for all have a common thread that, mainly in this existence, it is you whom needs protecting from actually yourself.

Black Widow X