Season 2, Ep. 24 Cross of the Iron Wolf

In celebration of the darkest of the three days, lowly yogi shares the seed stories of the mother Demeter's dissent into the underworld and the empowerment of her daughter Persephone in giving her access to Rheas' room and the cross of the iron wolf.

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Earth, mother and friends, you cross our heart. Hello, hello, hello, and welcome back once again to the Lowly Yogi Tales and other staff podcast on the Darkest of the Dark Nights. It's time for the Lightest of the Light, and here we go. This story is called The Cross of the Iron Wolf. Secret, secret, secret. Triple to be sure. Potency unparalleled. Illumination of laws. This lowly yogi feels reticence even to open the door. Ekajati is the protector of Tantra and the keeper of this oh so potent means. Athena has a shield. We just discussed the head of the Gorgon. And a sword. Her sword, or spear, is the Vajra potency Shiva's untempered creative wrath. Quite a spear to wield indeed. But what is this spear, really? Let us open the door a little further. A vibrational potency could be one way to view it. The creator and the destroyer of all, another. Shiva's trident. Athena's spear. Water into water. It is told by the Muses that Athena's spear was Hephaestus greatest creation, and for its conception he was given Aphrodite, his love, and as any consort does, she gave him the rhythms to hold and craft and share the Vajra potency with all of the gods. This is the very gift that crafts Zeus lightning. The Cyclops hold it as a gift of their father, Oranos. Oranos is another name for the holder of this creative force. Lady Nix, Night, and the Darkest Blood is the paradigm nest that holds all of Oranos. Shiva's terrible wrath illuminating the Mother's blood to the end. I have shared many names. All are the spear of the Mother. The cross of the iron wolf. The only way to this glorious potency is the path of the descent of the mother. Elysian mysteries tell us of this descent in the telling of Persephone and her mother Demeter. Many bards have shared this tale, but today I humbly ask the muses to move this lowly yogi's hand and share the tale. Many pieces have been lost, and these are the gaps that I wish to ask the muses to fill. Long ago, in the beginning of creation, Mother Earth had come to full expression, and the pillars were falling. One, Two, Three, Lord Death, Son of Great Father Shiva. Found himself in chains, imprisoned in the depths of the dead, taken beyond all he could bear, here the mother asks for grace. And in grace we find the triple lingam, the sacrifice made, so the creation might be held up through the dark age. You see that the story of Persephone taken by force is a dark age telling of the tale. Rhea saw that the law could not be held up without the help of her daughter. Three were needed in the Dark Age. Two to hold the ritual, and the third to open the door to Rhea's room. This, this room is where the cross of the Iron Wolf may be found. At the deepest descent, beyond the mists of the Gorgon's head, The weight unbearable, Lord Death called to his absent father, that he could no longer bear the weight, and he must kill creation off, flood it, burn it, the weight, the chains, he could endure no more. With this request, it became clear that the son of sons needed help. And so, Mother Law asked Persephone to take her role. Mother Demeter was not consulted in this act, it was due to this transgression in communication that led to the Mother's descent into the Underworld, and her journey to her daughter, and hand in hand into the depths where only the Mother Goddess herself can travel, Through the mists of shame and resentment, into the garden of the mother. Demeter's gift to her daughter, so that she would not forget the beauty of Mother Earth. The descent began in rage and grief, and without the great Yogini bard, Hebo, we might still be starving to this day. Demeter was in deep grief, sitting in her Elysian temple, when Hebo came along and saw the Great Mother. Instantly she fell in love, and lightning in her eyes, she stepped into the black cloud of the Goddess Grief, and danced. A poison eater, Hebo danced and played, and when all aligned, and there was nothing left to do, Hebo opened her thighs and showed Demeter her own creation by showing the goddess her vulva. The wave of mirth so long awaited, resonant laughter. Demeter took a deep liking to Hebo, and Bard Yogini and the goddess talked, schemed, and planned a way to support, to heal, and to make everything right again. Together, Demeter and Hebo took the Descent to the Underworld, and as they traveled, both were struck and shocked by the suffering they bared witness to. Demeanor is said to hold two torches. As her love was so great that there was not any suffering or transgression, she would not meet. This is shared as she fearlessly wielded two torches so that nothing was missed. Hebo and Great Mother found their way to the Palace of Death. A great abode of melancholy, they saw all of the souls stuck in a great neglect. None could move, and in this moment Demeter understood that she had not made this journey to take her daughter. She had come to empower her. In so doing, bringing about the changing of the ages and the warmth of Father Sun's illumination once again. Persephone was found with Lord Death in the main throne room, the Hall of Judgment. Now many storytellers in the Dark Age forget to share that Lord Death is a brilliant and wonderful being who loves his consort and Queen deeply. He can be framed as a tyrant and a rapist and nothing could be further from the truth. There was no freedom Persephone was not offered in the underworld. No pleasure, need, or desire unmet. Her hearth, there was nothing death would not give to keep his love's hearth alight. In witnessing this truth, Demeter and the luckiest of Yoginis, Hebo, came alongside Persephone. The joy of daughter and mother as the reuniting of both revealed Persephone's role. Until the end of the ages, she would hold and move the souls until Kronos, turn the hourglass once again to bring us to the golden age. Demeter and Hebo, she was brought to bear witness to the ritual so that she may share, in song, to all who might listen, the tale of the mother's descent. Together, hand in hand, mother and daughter stepped into the only place in the underworld where Lord Death cannot go. The place that allows the spirits to move and return to the great whole. Your husband suffers as the souls of the dead cannot move. Come, daughter. There is no time to waste. See how they all suffer in the neglect? They must be freed. Come, my daughter. Hebo watched as Mother Earth took her daughter into the depths, to the most ancient heart of the underworld. Through the mists of Nemesis and her Gorgon's protection, they passed with ease as the Gorgon awaited their arrival and celebrated their passing with love, hospitality, and joy. Mother and daughter together softened into love as they grieved all of these beings in their neglect and suffering. Persephone knew and her mother beamed with a mother's joy as she watched and empowered her daughter in caring for each and every being. Through the neglect, a door shone with the mysteries of Mother Law. Persephone, Demeter, lighting the way, made their way to the door. Serpents stared out at Lady Law, and the Gorgon's head smiled in welcome from the door itself. We have been waiting for you, the serpents and the Gorgon hissed as one. Persephone's touch opened the door. Within, she saw her role, as the room held with all of the potencies of the universe, and within, within, within, there was awaiting her confident hand at the heart of Rhea's hearth, rested the cross of the Iron Wolf. So excited for the touch of Mother Law's hand. Persephone wove with the cross, and any and all law she brought to it resonated with ease, manifesting all of its properties. She passed the cross, this time over the neglect, and watched how the souls stirred, illuminated, and freed themselves from the drift. Mother and daughter laughed together, Hebo danced in joy, as together they moved the underworld into the next age, the age of illumination, freeing Lord Death and all of the souls imprisoned in the debt of law. Now, when Demeter and Persephone entered into the room of Rhea, they found a hearth cold and surrounded in neglect. Souls stuck in drift without end. Demeter gave Persephone one torch and she took the other. Together, they lit the flame, deepest in the depths. Together, Mother Earth and Mother Law, illuminated in pure potency, lit the flame of Rhea's hearth. Together, mother, daughter, and grandmother, wield the cross of the Iron Wolf and weave each and every being. within the laws of creation so that they may hold within them the flames of Hestia's love. Demeter gave her torches to her daughter and bowed to her beautiful girl surrendered her as any great mother to her role with the knowledge that her daughter was empowered shield and sword to heal and move the underworld with lord death at her side. Demeter gave a gift that day to her daughter so that she would always have her mother with her as she healed and moved the neglect of the ages into illumination. Demeter's gift was a garden, an Eden with any and all flora and fauna to wander there is no equal to Persephone's garden. And in the Elysian mystery, it is known that only the most sacred and secret Bacchanal rites take place when the mother returns to her daughter with her consort in love, Dionysus, Lord of Transformation, at her side. To dance in Persephone's garden is to know ecstatic joy and love indeed. To meet her And her love Dionysus, Lord Death, and Persephone, officiating all. Only Hebo can sing the tale of such a ritual. Maybe, one day she will. The story concludes that Demeter made her way with Hebo back to the temple on the island of Elysias. There she taught humans the wisdom and mystery of her descent, so that human beings who hold all her creation, as above, so below, could be reminded and empowered to wield the cross of the Iron Wolf. Upon her return, she found a love waiting for her and a passionate companion in the celebration of the Elysian Mysteries. She found Lord Dionysus and together celebrated the potent pointing out of pure creation for every empowered human to use. Just as had been done so for Persephone. Thank you one and all, spirits of every sort, for finding this lowly yogi on the darkest of the dark nights. May you be empowered by the lightest of the light as we move into a new age, a new realm, and a new view. Ah, love to you all. And may you have a year forever. filled with joy, a year filled with plenty, and a year filled with glorious. Play us out, Monkey Max. 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.