Free Spirits, Queer Souls

In Piscean oceans humanity has swum

unable to see the spiritual sun

above the water:

we’ve followed the Son

but forgotten the Daughter –

and life has become a feast of slaughter.

Victory became an exterior conquest

creating victims and enemies

and a drama that may never cease:

humanity lost track of the fact

that the true victories lie beneath

the surface, within ourselves

the only place true enemies are found.

All paths become One, the time of revelation has begun.

There are no End Times, that tale was spun

by men fearful of losing their place in the Sun,

by men who’d forgotten the Goddess unites all

with love, compassion, poetry and sex,

all elements of life are held in her loving breast.

The body stripped by religion of its holy raiment,

meant that people forgot what being gay meant!

The love of Ganymede and Zeus was seen as abuse,

Eros and Aphrodite were banished from the temple

of the Mother Church

and so began the search

of the same sex lovers to find each other,

so began the time of seeking for the ones who know

it’s not what you reap, it’s what you sow,

it’s not what you plant, it’s what you grow,

it’s not where you go, it’s what you do there,

it’s not whom you love, it’s how you love them.

In medieval times amongst the pagans, the heretics and free spirits

the queer spirit lovers could find themselves again

reflected in each other, remembering the way

that love in the body connects us to heaven –

whatever the preachers say.

In medieval times we were called Free Spirits, antinomian souls

who were burnt for believing that

women were equal to men

that pleasure is holy, not a sin

and that personal salvation directly through Christ

was a truly possible goal.

Inquisitions and Witch Hunters sought us out

unable to stand what we were about.

The end of authority, of rules and taboos

was not something acceptable in their views.

They had the power but we had the love

they lit the fires, but we listened

to the voices coming from above.

Beghards, Beguines and Bogomils,

Lollards, Cathars and Waldensians

killed for preaching that there is no sin for those

who have married with the Christ within,

for those who have recognised that God is the Source of All

surrendered their egos to follow God’s call.

We laughed at the idea of sexual taboos,

at the notion of bread and wine becoming Christ.

We hated the imagery of our Lord on the Cross

we refused to let the Church be our boss.

We were the ones hearing god full of kindness

reassuring us we were safe on this trip of life:

we even forgave our killers for their blindness

for we knew our souls would survive

their attacks against our love, our magic –

theirs were the lives that were truly tragic.

Without love, without pleasure

without liberty within

life becomes a forbidding trial

all joy ringfenced by sin.

Our faiths suppressed we moved to the next

stage of our manifestation:

Theatre called us, as it had Dionysus

through art and drama, the audience enthalled by us,

emotions were shared, wisdom was declared

and the world got a little bit lighter.

Still we were hunted, but our presence prevails

because you can’t destroy our spirit which avails

itself of gaiety even in gloom:

at courts and balls, in molly houses, bars and clubs

from the Renaissance to the time of AIDS

we’ve never stopped dancing even as we face our doom:

for we are the people of the moon

who know how to touch people’s hearts

with our stories and our arts

we know how to help hurting souls

with our healing crafts.

We’ve been put in the stocks

we’ve been hung, imprisoned

chemically castrated and made objects of derision,

but our spirit fights back, we never disappear

the eternal freedom loving spirit of queer.

The Aquarian Age is an Age of Light,

minds opened at last, the Goddess resurrected,

same sex love once more respected

as it was in ancient Celtic lands even more than in Greece –

that civilisation in which love of man for man

was raised to philosophical heights.

For the Celts passionate friendship was society’s glue

same sex love was seen as noble and true.

The Greeks saw man for man love as enlightening the mind and soul

but the Celts pursued another goal, all forms of love honoured, makes a people whole.

Pleasure is a Goddess – the Ancients knew

Pleasure dissolves the boundaries between Me and You.

Pleasure is a doorway to living deeply in the present

a vehicle for healing and revelation

a tool for our own personal salvation:

Pleasure is an Act of Creation.

Love connects all beings in a web of immortality

but love came under the yoke of religion and law:

ringfenced by morals, holy sexworkers named whores,

same-sex love was forbidden, named as immorality –

nature’s natural priests accused of depravity –

where love does not flow, spirit cannot go:

division and fear burst forth when love is met with NO.

Queer love connects the community

and opens the gates to eternity.

Queer Souls are Gatekeepers to the Aquarian Age.

Published by shokti

i am shokti, lovestar of the eurofaeries, aka marco queer magician of london town. i explore the links between our sexual-physical nature and our spirits, running gatherings, rituals and Queer Spirit Festival. i woke up to my part in the accelerating awakening of light love and awareness on planet earth during a shamanic death-and-rebirth process lasting from January 1995 to the year 2000, and offer here my insights and observations on the ongoing transformation of human consciousness, how to navigate the waves of change, and especially focusing on the role of queer people at this time.

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