Wild Heka

In Her madness there was magic
Ecstatic Heka forged Her being 
A tempest woven from the universe 
Became Her stained shroud 
A holy testament of ascension
Loamy chaos engulfed my own descent
My heka thrusting fierce spears
Against the deathless Eye
Delivering blindness and truth 
Now taking up Her garments
My own wildness is quickened
~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg

Chaos Cry

​My need breaches even the heavens

Battering the gates of tomorrow

With my demand a silent screech

Like the divine hawk at birth

Thrown to the universe in fierceness

A defiant desire beyond worlds

This strangling of consciousness

Perpetuating the lie of mortal flesh

Seeding my pain 

Needing freedom from creation

Chaos my only answer

~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg

God’s Fire

The Old Gods do not slumber
They ebb and flow around us
Surging through our very veins
Inundating us with their primordialness
Our destines they ignite outside of time
Guiding us into the forges of service
Charging us in honor and dedication
Their mysteries sanctified for the discerning
Many shall spurn this sacred summons
Few have the tenacity to endure the path
Even fewer shall return 
Reborn yet changed forever 
By the Gods Fire
~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg


Road Too Well Traveled


Your adventure is ending.  You are beat down, dirty, exhausted and in a strange land.  You have brandished your sword, forged lost trails, worked dark magics long forgotten, raged and rampaged for your lone cause. 

You have begged in dirty cities where no one knew your face, hermited away licking wounds from the last wars scars that will never heal. You have unleashed chaos in the heart of the mob, and made love with insanity.  Now at the end of all things, the prize is not the prize you sought, your crown you have cast away as meaningless. 

Your armies have deserted you or died defending your mad cause under an exiles banner.  The demon you released has razed your kingdom scorching your flesh from bone refusing to be one with you.  Now all you seek is your fortress in the deep desert. 


The hallowed place you once called home, the one where you sang the sun from the heavens. Your rightful legacy where you conversed with the father of dragons and bathed in enchanted moon waters.  This sacred place where only the scorpions know your secrets. 

Your heart is breaking, there is no return to once upon a time and the deep desert is just a mirage you keep moving toward, for you know no other way anymore. ~~Feral Goddess, A. Green


Middle Month Moon Miraculously Manifesting – ME


MINE – new moon, magic, mystery, mysticism, and merriment.

I have been on a hiatus from posting my alphabet safari of weekly words of mastery that are marvelous, meaningful, magical, magnificent and mighty.  I simply could not forge on with one thing and another.  I also took the time (not enough for sure) for much needed meditation and mediation.  I am still silent on some of this – the mystery of magic as it should be, but learning to manifest a new path has been moving; also excavating one’s soul, while evaluating one’s life can be beyond mountainous.  Here at the middle of the month and year, today – – I dive back in; a new migration driving my soul.

Knowing the past 14 months and this year especially seems even more maddening; I have matriculated from malicious manifestations of mistrust by humans to majestic martial maternalism received my deities.

I have mercurially moved from mellow to melancholy with meteoric forays into mutilating mercilessness.  Never a thought of misgiving for the mangling that was thrust upon me; yet I did maximum damage and I insured I multiplied it – sometimes malevolently.

There has been nothing mild about this march of mine.  In the midnight of my heart, madcap malcontent has masked my true manner.

At last – – – well not really for there is so much more to go, but today at least – maybe, I  see how, for now, my monophonic moribund husk is motionless in this mourning for what was and can never be again.  My manic malignancy must be stopped.

I must embrace the moon in my soul.  Mandatorily shake out my medicine; reaching deep inside for my magic.  Learn to dance to the merry melody my gods play deep in my soul enticing my mortality to march to magnificence – to a miracle!!