Ashely, well here I am in your coven.
I am sharing a poem I wrote about an ancient coven of women in Egypt.
This poem is a historical fantasy that explores the crossing of physics and meta-physics through meetings of Plato and Aristotle with the esoteric understanding of these wise ones.
The Wise Woman of Thebes
The wise women of Thebes mix fire, earth, water and air, of which fire is hot and dry, the earth dry and cold, water cold and moist, and the air moist and hot. For this Plato traveled far and wide from the blue Aegean, far from the fragmented islands of the northern seas to understand. Though the magicians on the island of Crete in their crusty caverns studied and mixed secretly the opposite nature of these elemental things, they yet were to apprehend what the old wise women of the blue Nile waters long comprehended of the passive and active natures of the worldly elements: of their thinness and motion, of their thickness and quietness of which is the life liquid that permeates and activates the cosmos, and which makes all infinite things and men. Of fire, of which spirit is essence, they well understood; that it is twice more bright than earth, thrice more thin and four times more movable they had well demonstrated. On these phenomena and practices Plato keenly observed, and he discussed with Aristotle these ancient elemental secrets, whom he encountered in the desert of the Chaldean’s, studying their sky science. “Of what symbolic meaning do these mixtions of material forms express, Plato mused?, “Of that I cannot conceive my master, Aristotle replied…”But in what measure of good do their inquiry bring to the chaotic affairs and world of men?” Backpacking through the mountains and up to the hyperboreal oceans, they rowed back to the fragmented islands that float in the blue of the Aegean waters. The universe glimmered suspended above their sails as they fell asleep at their oars contemplating the wonderful works of the wise women of Thebes; in whose land the knowledge that air is to water, what water is to earth, and fire is to air; was to remain in the ancient mystifying land of Egypt, a secret, most longed and sought after by the scholarly philosophers of the northern seas.
Divinc! And mysterious. We women (as I am gathering is the theme from this poem) know how to brew a real cosmic pot.