Hades' Flame

This journey begins with the beautiful story of Persephone and Hades. While a commonly romanticized story, I find a deeper, more personal connection to the story and how it mirrors my marriage with my beloved husband.

I was tripping on LSD one snowy day, in search of the answers I needed to confidently take the leap into the void, the pit of souls, the lake of fire. I have had a never ending battle within myself on the trust of my intuition and the knowing that I know what I know. It was time for me to invoke the suicide rite. I took the hit and literally and physically felt a fear of death overcome me. I had worried and began to panic that I had truly killed myself and not in the spiritual context I was ritualizing. My physical form was in tact, however my soul took a journey to the Underworld. An all too familiar home. In the conclusion of my journey, my husband played a black metal album Opprobrium by Lykhaeon, on our record player channeled from Zeus, Hades and Persephone themselves, or so I believe it to be. It told the tale of their union. I was reading the lyrical sleeve entranced by their dance. I looked up at my husband and my eyes filled with tears. I saw our energy, our love, our connection. It was dancing in the darkness of the abyss. Deep within the hell of ourselves. Hades the grounding demonic force and Persephone the balanced Queen. I don’t know if I could ever write a poem to portray the beauty I felt within our cosmic bond, bound by forces deeper than blood. My one and true.

I had recalled earlier, my dearest friend Rebecca had reported in my lunar report she completes for me, a message from Hades and the Underworld. I have been dancing with the death spirits for some time. Awaiting to find my roots, only to find guides of friends along the way. I am still diving into the deeper deity-ic meaning and connection. However Hades presented me with the vision of fairytale love. The only desire the King of Death has ever had. The only wish he had ever uttered. This archetype couldn’t explain my husband more. The mutual love Persephone has, escaping an overbearing family to cultivate a life of her own, against the grain of everything she was told she had to be, and yet she found herself in the balance through alchemy. Creating a bridge between the life and death, self and universal duty. This was a message to apply to the context of my life in this timeline.

I became inspired to create an offering candle for Hades. I find myself to be a

never-ending friend and vessel for all spirits, gods and souls to speak through. The artistic act is the ritual in itself, whether I use the spell for myself or pay it forward to someone else in need, the power remains the same. I find sometimes the message is for myself and others I am the messenger.

It took me about a week before I placed the toppers on the candle. I became distraught over the inspiration and how I wanted to finish this story. I was in need of the blessings and lessons of the Leo Full Moon. My Solar/Lunar Return on my 27th year awaiting my Saturn return in Pisces. I found yet another level of raw emotion overcome me with the love I have for myself and my spouse. I became aware of just how powerful my love is and the insecurity of when that love is not understood or mirrored. I was able to release this imbedded fear and transform.

The gold I found in my heart was guided by my brightest light, the spark to my flame. My husband found my dead soul approx 3 years ago. I was misaligned, my not self, selfish and hopeless for the world. I allowed the forces to overcome me and I lost myself. Or so I used to say. I realized I turned my back on myself, on my world. I wasn’t forced and belittled into submission. I have always stood strongly on the premises of “give me liberty or give me death.” The moral that ignites my flame. The fight for freedom and independence. I was continuously shown a world of weak people, who disappointed me and reacted by lashing out on me with their projections and wounding my vulnerabilities as an impressionable child. I made the decision to detach and abandon those who needed me, most importantly myself. I am a Queen, a Leader of this realm. I became overly nonchalant and carried weight that was not mine. I disconnected my natural gift of alchemizing. This can become complex in theory on the significance of what this means for me on a very personal level. However, the gist of it is, I remembered my purpose. I realized just because it seems like I am not making an impact, I always am. I am the void. I am the space to be held for raw authenticity. That is why I see the best and the worst. That is why when I reveal the shadowy truth, I am met with backlash and treachery. I am strong enough to hold the space. It is the energy that encompasses my existence, my essence. It is up to me to master discerning when, where, and who. I had become so turned around the realm became backwards. A trickster. But I am not easily fooled. I do believe I figured it out faster than most thought I would, but I also am angry it took so long. Another lesson for another day. To return back to the greatest point of the story. My husband and his strong connection to the 3D plane, the earth grounding force. I needed him. It felt as if we were forced apart. Intentionally separated to weaken us. Upon connection, instantly a life force so powerful I can not find a word to describe it. Only the words “This is it.” Repeating on a broken record. A moment I could not let pass. My Hercules dove into the toxic pit lost souls to find me and bring me to the surface. My Chad, my protector, my defender. My Demon King, A Knight in Armor. He would not allow me to be defeated. He showed me his world, the world worthy of my power, of my gifts. He gave me the safety and security to embrace the fire that burns inside me and the trust that he will always come find me, lifetime after lifetime. He is the stable ground for me to be all that I am destined to be. Upon the journey to save me, he was wounded himself. I curse the adversaries who dimmed his light. I will entrap the in the darkness at the heart of my love and my soul. They will suffer eternally, never to resurface from the hell of their nightmare. I will rebuild the world you stole from him. For I am his light. His FLAME.

This romantic epiphany came to fruition within the toppers of Hades’ Flame. The toppers are floral and beautiful like his betrothed Queen. For the Flame of Hades only Burns for His Beloved.