The sword and
the flame…The light and the blade.
The new born light. The rising sun. The crescent moon. The lover.
Sparks of desert
fire. Clean, hard, sharp and fierce. Moved to action by the flame
The game of war, the dance of life. The racing heart, the pulsing
blood. Immediate and true to the moment. True to the impulse. True
to the cause.
god Mars, lord of battle, greatly feared yet loved by the goddess
of Love herself.
The union between the beautiful Venus, born of the foaming waves
and Mars the fiery warrior, brought forth magical children. Harmonia
and Cupid, rainbow children born of the marriage between Fire and
within his blood, command within his word and vision within his
sight. Warm is his heart and ready to defend. To take up the cause
of those weaker than himself.
Regenerative fire. The spiral horns of the ram..the rising thunder,
the oncoming storm.
This sacred fire, this life kindling spirit so often let lose by
the violent rench of war.
Released through the terrible spilling of blood, the painful tearing
In order to
worship Fire and the god of Light we need to defy him in the sense
of engagement. To engage with him in the continual battle of life.
Fire and light
and light and fire. The ability to see. Vision. Sight. Inner and
outer. Fore sight, in sight, hind sight. Fire brings the possibility
of seeing that which is around us and the young flame of Aries feels
the desire to have, to posses in order to satisfy his greedy appetite.
This way and that he leaps, sword in hand, horns lowered in readiness
to take on the world for the possession of his heart’s desire.
instinctive, immediate. No time for thought, no time for reflection,
it is now or never, all or nothing. But if and when faced with nothing
his flames burn low, die down to mere embers which quickly chill
to the cold ashes of depression and despair. His very being is the
source of movement, action, transformation and to be confronted
with nothing, to be forced into passivity and no action is his greatest
conqueror. The flames in his courageous heart will often push him
into the dangerous realms of irresponsability. The stubborn soul
of the horned ram close his ears to any sensible advice. Against
all odds he leaps into the battle field of life to save and to kill,
to defend and to destroy, to touch and to wound, to love and to
hate and above all to move and to change,
to transform and to open.