Arde Ancestral Cult 1. The Birth Portal Many years waiting for this magic moment as in the twilight mist our two big astros came together, there where the shadows move rapidly, union of a birth portal that delivers all creation when darkness is giving the light and the sun no longer rises below the throne of the moon the uterus which created everything was born as an interdimensional door like a tunnel that dims the vision we all cross through it leaving everything behind surrounded by winds that never fade away storming to the seeds of the tree of life the one that gave us one of the ancient and powerful symbols keeping the secrets of the universe in our existence when darkness is giving the light and the sun no longer rises below the throne of the moon the uterus which created everything was born as an interdimensional door 2. Halls of Ostara By moonlight the trees looked like walls in front of our light frozen eyes wind sang in the background about legends never revealed to us freezing upon the roots our bodies naked and fragile praying to the stars to bring us shelter every step crushed our bones, blood changed from red to silver sharp stones felt like new hope beneath our feet and then an empty scream filled the cold air: “look for the fire at the high mountains!” our faces started to melt while the scream turned to a defeaning whisper we could hear the voices of our ancestors echoes of a guiding light in the middle of this dark and frozen temple the stones then opened like mothers womb presented in the form of a dark cold cave while spiritual voices were singing from the inside a female figure pointed to the entry as a fire with charm covered her sinful body, silver hair framed her solemn face screams became melodies of ancient chants the halls of Ostara so pleasant and mesmerizing a sweet smell of fertility from the ground filled the air… ...before we vanished into eternity 3. Síle Stoney limbs guide us with an opening boughs of golden hyacinth, a rosary lake of stone, a tower glowing underneath braided bones, an alternating melody 4. The Birch Time has come after a long eternal darkness, frozen winds whipping the birch trees, a burning sun rising from the east, fear of the creatures which lurk in the barren grounds. a new beginning brought by the dawn. being the light of a new birth. skies painted with blood from past battles, dead warriors melting in the underworld. Berkana’s fire glowing upon the woodland floor. who sleep shall awake to be witness of a miraculous power, a mysterious protection leading to new birth. in her dream you will hear the earth breathing mother of light, powerful sense of creation, secret and delightful journey through the byways of our evolution being the light of a new birth. being the light of a new fire. 5. Vesica Piscis Columns of fire in a spiral mourning the sun has emerged, ablazing this final day between grey clouds of pain the Great Mother’s light made its way eternally profaned and corrupted by false worships though destroying the cult for flesh and bone Vesica Piscis carved wide open, spiral sounds resonating. the Great Mother’s light won’t extinguish... Suzko zutabeen bira zuzentzen egunsentira Ekin sorrerak egun hauetan oro lainopean dira profanatzean betira traizionatuen egira Vesica Piscis zitzelkatuak betirako dira ...not by fake words of adoration ...not by sacrifices and wrong cults ...not by empty prayers