Quakoralina, the Star Goddess
A lovely black woman is waiting, waiting
In the boundless night.
A river of blackbirds are mating, mating,
In the dim starlight.
Down out of the sky they come winging, winging,
Drawn to Her black flame,
And the melody they are singing, singing,
Is Her holy name.
In the dust of Her feet are the hosts of heaven,
And Her star-sequined hair
Is crowned with a coven of six and seven
Blue suns burning there.
The expression God Herself could be called a Faery koan. Victor once wrote in a letter that Lilith was honored by the Harpy Coven, to which he belonged in his early life, not as “the Goddess,” but as God Herself. This is an important distinction. In a letter to Anaar published in the book, The Heart of the Initiate, Victor clarified:
When we say “Goddess” in my tradition…
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