Awakening King Arthur

In every ancient culture the People have a Hero sleeping in the mountain -
Legend promises He will arise when needed to defend the Land... When the danger is greatest.


I wrote this in April 2014 just after the first Global March for Lions which I initiated against canned lion hunting.  It was a time of deep mental and spiritual despair - I felt as if I were drowning in the suffering of the Animals and Mother Earth (Earth spells Heart).  

If anybody is familiar with the Grail Quest of Arthurian legend... the Wound of the dying King represents the split between Sovereignty (the Goddess/Land/Heart) and the people.  

It is a heart-breaking, tragic cycle, the human psyche, fractured by our severance from the Sacred Feminine — the living Land — turns its wounds outward, inflicting deeper harm upon Her.

She must be honored once more – and Arthur is Her Champion.  

Lady and Lord of the North and Earth
the caves of death, and the Soul’s rebirth
mountain peaks reaching up to the sky
and rocky chasms where diamonds lie
please grant us Your Presence and Power

Lady and Lord of the East and Air
gentle breezes and winds that tear
the breath of Spirit where eagles glide
pictures in clouds in the deep blue sky
please grant us Your Presence and Power

Lady and Lord of the South and Fire
the spark of life and the witches’ pyre
dancing flames and devouring burning
Strength forged in flames from tortured yearning
please grant us Your Presence and Power

Lady and Lord of the West and Water
healing wells and cleansing lighter
underground rivers and oceans deep
silent lakes where secrets sleep
please grant us Your Presence and Power

Hecate,
Goddess of the Underworld
Keeper of the Crossroads
Your Priestess kneels weeping
at the Sacred Well
and the King lies asleep in the mountain

ln a time now passed into fairy-tale
the legend of Arthur of the Holy Grail
told of a Sacred Pledge He would heed this Call
when all seemed lost and the world would fall
He would awaken to defend Her land once more

Arthur,
Hero King of Old,
this is the hour that the Prophecy foretold
awaken, awaken
the Wildwood has fallen
and the Lady is taken
She is imprisoned in chains
and darkness is covering our lands

deep Earth knowing
let Him hear
the screams of beasts and His people crying
rich soil growing
make Him whole
Hecate, please may He pass and guide His Soul

Arthur, awaken from Your sleep
time for the King to battle once more
lands are burning
Sun Wheel turning
devils are swarming to Her shores
forests falling
oceans dying
animals tortured
children crying

promises were broken and Angels fell
Souls are lost in earthly hell
Hearts are closed to the Lady’s pain
shattered minds erupt in flames
madness stalks the screaming homes
god is long abandoned
and the devil sits on his throne

deep Earth knowing
let Him hear
the screams of beasts and His people crying
rich soil growing
make Him whole
Hecate, please may He pass and guide His Soul

and let the Spirit of the noble King
enter into every Man
and their Hero awaken deep within
and may They rise up and defend the Land

By all the Power of Land and Sea
as I have spoken may it come to be
with the Grace of Moon and the Strength of Sun
as Love is within Me and through Love We are One
all is now done
all is now done

Christine Jordaan
KwaZulu-Natal, April 2014 

Originally released as part of From the Firelight.

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