Season 2, Ep. 14 Hestia's Hearth

A seed poem sharing the wisdom of Hestia's flame and the practice of the fire keeper and spirit yogi.

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Earth, mother and friends, you cross our heart. Hello, hello, and welcome back to the Lowly Yogi Tales and Other Stuff Podcast. Oh, I'm so glad you found this Lowly Yogi and wherever you find yourself vibrating out there in that multiverse, tune this way and let's have some fun together. Ah, well I've been talking and sharing some seed stories and I found another one and it really does touch into the story of honoring the mother. This was the ground for spirit foot honoring the mother. So today I thought I'd share on the lowly yogi tales and other stuff podcast for the very first time the world premiere of Hestia's hearth. Hestia's hearth. In the deepest depths of the mother, there is a hearth. The first and the last. Her flame resides here. She is Hephaestus's great love, consort and queen. She is honey sweet, love complete. Her blood is the dominion most potent. THE END Sita, Uma, Lakshmi, Aphrodite, Ma, Uma, love complete. In the deepest depths of the mother, there is a hearth. And that hearth burns the fire of love supreme. Have you ever seen Hephaestus gifts for his love Hestia? Wonders beyond telling, left to the bard's imaginations. Love free to wield the fire of creation, any and all, first and last. Hestia, Queen of the Hearth. Your fire is Shiva Shakti Bliss. Make prayers every day to Hestia. That she may protect all indiscriminately. She, that she may protect all indiscriminately. Hestia's fire, no greater medicine. Bodhi supreme. Hestia's love is the beginning and the end. Her hearth resides in the harmony of the surrender. Surrender of potency to law. That is the secret to lighting her hearth and residing in her bliss. At the heart of every hearth there is a law. In every hearth there is a fire. Each fire holds up the law. The more powerful the law, the more potent the fire. Hestia's fire lights all hearths and burns each and every law in the vibration of love. The first and the last, all gods and demons burn in her fire. Hestia's hearth resides at the heart of all humans. It can only be lit with Shiva's Shakti love. Love, the creation of all, is the first and the last. It is the vibration that brings Hestia's fire into creation. Gorgon's wrath is the last. Mother's love is the first. Both are Hestia. If the beauty is not honored, the Gorgon's wrath is incurred. If the fire's resonance is not met, the fire cools and the Gorgon awakens. Her wrath is only kept at bay when the fire, her law, the law of her hearth, is met. Medusa and Perseus. It is the hero meeting his fire that heals the Gorgon. Perseus surrenders to Athena's sword and shield. Timing, forbearance, discipline, and will. These are the hero's tools. It takes these four to tend Hestia's fire. Timing fuels the fire. Forbearance builds the coals of potency. Discipline builds love of the fire, no matter what she may bring. Then there is will. The director of the great creation. Sit in the fire. Surrender. Let go. Surrender. Then find the resonance. Dance and play. It is a game. Each log the tongues of fire's creation. Bodhi burns on the laws of suffering. Each time the hero sits in Hestia's fire, they become stronger. Never. Will confirmed. Attention anchored. Bodhi found again. Mother's love is mother's love. In the depths of the mother, there is a hearth. Death and birth is the law. Each law a burden. The hero chooses the burden. Choice is the hero's will. Choice is the placement of attention. The hero chooses the burden of the hearth. The hero is woman and man, human being human. Mother's love is mother's love. Father's love is father's love. The lion's roar is to hold the law of the hearth. Hestia holds the fire within all other fires. Hephaestus, please, teach me, please, your great secret. Teach me and all other heroes how to hold the and wield Hestia's flame. Wielder of the great field reality, blacksmith of creation, please, we pray, teach us to wield Shiva's potent vibration so that we humans may craft a reality of Bodhi bliss. One fell in, one fell out, Human is human. Gender is irrelevant in Hestia's eyes. She sees vibrational beings. Instruments that can attune to any chord. Love is all you need. All you need is love. You see, humans can attune to the first and the last, and every lie in between. In the end, love is all they need. Love, Hestia's love, grandmother love, actively finds the resonance. Hestia gives this means only to those who take the hero's path. Heroes earn her love. Firekeepers earn through timing, discipline, forbearance, and will. They earn the understanding of the surrender of mind, which Hestia holds. Only then can one wield her fire. That is the threshold Hephaestus crossed so easily. The great queen of the Nagas rescued Hephaestus. She taught him how to love the mother, how to give what he did not receive. Then she sent him on his journey through the realm of beauty. He learned the middle way. Her gift to him, Hestia's fire of creation. Hephaestus learned how to love the beauty in all beings. He crafted the human. All God's laws, including the mother's love, he put into the human body and mind. The mother's resentment, the father's shame, both burn equally in Hestia's flame. No ash, just love. Hestia's love entrains from the inside out. Center to fringe, all is burnt away. The protection of peace, love, and ease of children's play remains. Bodhichitta is Hestia's fire. Why meet the torc of the mother? There is choice. Accept the hearth. Accept the torc. In accepting the Tork, one accepts the responsibility of keeping the fire. Timing, forbearance, discipline and will keep the Gorgon away. The four ensure that the fire of the hearth will blaze. The four are the means to meet the Tork. The surrender to the mother that allows her to be honored to the end. First and last, only at the end do you find Hestia's love. At every end of every law, you will find Hestia's flame. She is at the heart of the resonance of all, each and every law. All laws entrain to Hestia's love. Grandmother love engulfs all love. In her embrace, her paradigm holds all others. First and last, last and first. Kronos couldn't keep her down. Hestia is untainted. Vestile virgin. Sita's fire. Shiva, Shakti, bliss. Uma, complete. In all ways and actions, thoughts and beliefs, honor Hestia. Hold her flame in your heart in this way, and in this way, all hearths are lit, all laws held high, in pure, creative, ecstatic love. When you hold the resonance of love, the torque is met, the hearth burns nice and easy. Gorgon bathes in Hestia's love. There is no father's shame. Father Dionysus dances when the mother's torque is met. Father's love meets all the torques, all the laws, holds them all ablaze in ecstatic bliss. Father's shame, Gorgon's wrath. Mother's law failed. Father's shame. Appearance perception. Truth lie. Judgment and torque. Control of the mother. Dark age confusion. FATHER DIONYSUS Father's shame brings the Gorgon's wrath, the venom of the Naga's freedom not an option. Surrender the father's will, if the father's will is not tempered in the fire of the mother's love. Surrender of potency to the mother's guiding hand. No law can be met. No pleasure can be found. Mother's love is hidden. When father's shame is present, only the gorgon's resentment is found. When the potency is offered. The hearth is lit. When the potency is wielded guided by the mother's hand. The fire thrives when the power and control take the helm. The hearth fire cools and dies. Without the warmth of the fire, the gorgon of the mother's resentment comes forward. Fire keepers hold a sacred vow to offer their potency to the hearth of the mother, to meet her law and to keep her fire. To offer oneself to the mother's law, to take on the mother's torque, is to find her resonance. To freely offer one's will and attention to the task is to become a firekeeper. To find and hold the heart fire is the path of the firekeeper. What is the torque of the Great Mother? How does it work? Ancient wisdom you call forward. You ask for the wisdom of Hestia's hearth. As I have shared, each law has a hearth center. In the middle resides the heart hearth that connects all others within mother creation. The torque is the means by which we find the law. To find a law is to find the resonance. The tightening and easing of the torque goes back and forth until it teaches us. The resonance of the law. The warrior of the middle way finds that all laws are found in the resonance of the mother's love. The pure true middle way. The twerk embraces the warrior. How to tend their hearth. When to create. When to work. When to nurture. When to rest. It teaches the warrior to find the resonance in the fire. The Torque teaches the warrior to find the love in the fire. Humans create the creative. Thank you, Hephaestus. The Torque is supposed to be fun. The warrior enjoys the challenge. Hestia always empowers her warriors with the wisdom of love. Finding the resonance is Hestia's call. No matter the law, find the resonance. That is the wisdom of the Torque. It's not one way, it's the other way. Dionysus medicine entrains our mind to Hestia's vibration. It is a medicine that honors the mother, honors the grandmother. It hides unless it is seen. Tap, tap, tap, always there, pulls us to it. Resonance, the resonance, no other. The torque is the fire. Every hearth has a law. Law is debt. Torque is the means to pay. Each surrender pays a debt. Each fire is a surrender. The hearth's law must be met. Torque is the means to pay. Laws are potencies. The more profound the law, potency matches, fire intensifies. The deeper the law The hotter the fire. Torque is the means to pay. Father's shame comes when torque is ignored. The fire cools, cools, cools. The Gorgon awakens. How can the law be met if the hearth does not burn? Torque pays the debt. Torque is the hero's path. Torque is timing. Torque is forbearance. Torque is discipline. Torque is will. Torque is the hero's path. Love releases laws. Center to fringe. Love finds the resonance. There is nothing to fear. No fear that is not met by love. Law after law, they all release. To light all the hearths is to hold all the Titans tasks at once in the resonance of Hestia's love. Father's shame, mother's resentment, both burn equally in Hestia's flame. No ash, just love. Ah, what a joy to read. What a joy to share. That came through a while back and boy did it come through rough. You'd laugh really hard if you saw all the edits I had to make just to make it legible. At least I kind of did. It humbled me. Thank you all for finding me here. Thank you all for joining me today and listening to Hestia's Hearth, a seed poem that has led to many other stories. Well, if you enjoy these stories and the Lowly Yogi tales and other stuff podcasts do, please feel free to share with those you care about. And hey, if you love the stories even just a little bit, consider sending some Yogi cash to this Lowly Yogi, and I'll keep doing my sacred works. You all have a week filled with joy, a week filled with plenty. And a week filled with glorious. And may Hestia's flame always burn in your heart. Play us out, MonkeyMax. Play us out. Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy Earth mother and friends, You cross our hearth at last. Long have we grieved, While the king of demons had his way. But no longer, no longer, It's time to dance and sing. This is the time when the golden age begins As we welcome love and peace and ease may it never cease Welcome joy and bliss in all the eyes of serpents kiss Welcome mother, welcome child, welcome body tender and mild. Welcome protection, and welcome friends. It's been a long wait, but now the golden age begins. Welcome spring, summer, and fall. Winter is Persephone's and sweetest of all. Welcome immortality. Welcome all, it's time to dance and sing, as the golden age begins. Welcome all you yogis, and we call you in. Welcome all you protectors, and we call you in. Welcome all you yogis, as the golden age begins.