Dear friends, recently, I have been reviewing my early childhood so to better appreciate my spiritual destiny.  You will learn more as we continue.  However, the most important thing I have learned is that Love is the Whole of the Law, Love Unconditional.  Crowley was incorrect as usual.

Baldur was the most beloved of the Norse Gods and Freyja was the Goddess  of Love, fertility and war?  So a love between the most beloved God and the Goddess of war may bring what humanity needs.

For My Sweet Freyja Who Would Like to Love and be Loved Much

Within Heaven’s Abode, endlessly shines Divine Sun, its Most Loving Light and Warmth flowing from God and into our suffering, mortal hearts, feeding our hopes and desires to love others more than self.

Here, within our worldly plane, daily shines solar sun brightly upon his earth, dispelling darkness and the cold, bringing warmth into the hearts of all; source supreme of photosynthesis, life’s energy for growth.

Busy bees, golden-black winged beings, formulators of sweetness, shuttling between the flowers, unselfishly; endlessly collecting yellow-gold pollen from Mother Nature’s boundless meadows, returning to Hive, depositing the pollen gathered for the making of Mother’s Honey Goodness.

Flowers, near infinite in rainbow hues, brilliant and subdued; fragrances sweet, invigorating, calming, strong, mild, arousing remembrances of things past, dreams of things which can be.

Mother Nature’s earthen vases full of myriad combinations of chamomile, white daisy, blue aster, Dutchman’s breech, purple iris, orange black eyed Susan, meadow-rue, white trillium, Solomon’s seal; odor-full bouquets of tree and shrub flowers, hawthorn, elder, rowan, willow, poplar and of course lilac.

But, roses are the heart of the earth, the flower queen all other flowers celebrate. You, sweetheart for all times, are my Rose, Beautiful and Divine.

And I, sweet Princess, am one of such bees. My pollen, gathered from sharing life with lovers past, is naught, but the love I have given and received as I tasted and enjoyed each morsel of joy and hurt.

At last, my hive is full and overflowing with acacia honey, an elfin gift for my Freyja, my wife, friend and lover of times long past. Do you not smell the flowery essence of my heart’s love eternal, dearest wife? Can you not feel my heartbeat calling to you?

Come, Freyja, marry your ever-remembering Baldur, your joy, your support, your mate in times happy and times sorrowful. For you and I have been parted much too long; it is time to be again one in body and heart, kissed in our nakedness with Moon Maiden’s silver light.