My Morning Star

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Morning Star

This morning I opened my kitchen curtain and saw Venus winking back at me in the brand new sky. It was just after 5:30am, my usual hour for starting my day.

Solitary morning star, I always feel drawn to her bright sparkle each morning the sky is clear and she is my sky companion on my hikes at dawn, or these first few moments I’m awake and peaking out my window.

Venus, second planet from the sun, not a star after all. Named as the Roman Goddess of love and beauty. Originally, the Greeks, when they discovered the morning and evening star were actually one in the same, named the planet Aphrodite for its bright beauty, brighter than any star in the heavens.

It was the Romans who changed its name to Venus, their Goddess of Love. The northen continent on this shiny spot in the heavens above, is named Ishtar Terra after the Babylonian goddess of love while the southern continent is named Aphrodite Terra, the Greek goddess of love.

The Persian mythology named her Anahita; their goddess of love.

So much love and beauty honoring a tempestuous planet, whose density of surface and the carbon dioxide rich atmosphere along with her thick clouds of sulfur dioxide generates the strongest greenhouse effect in our solar system. This fiery make-up creates quite a bit of heat with temperatures over 850 degrees. She’s hotter than her neighbor Mercury, though Venus is twice Mercury’s distance from the sun. She also is unique in her rotation, opposite from the other planets in our solar system.

All day and night, under her tremendously thick blanket of clouds, her volcanes erupt and lightening and thunder continue around the clock.

The Babylonian astrologers named her Nin-dar-an-na; Brightest Queen of the Sky for her dominant role as brightest star.

Earth’s sister planet is called the spirit Barnumbirr by the Aboriginal culture in Northen Australia. According to their beliefs, as she approaches the early hours before dawn, she draws behind her a rope of light attached to the earth. Along this rope, is a richly decorated Morning Star Pole. This pole allows the people to communicate with their dead loved ones. They can let them know they are remembered and loved. Barnumbirr is also an important creator spirit in the Dreaming; the cultures belief that all things are created in the Dreamtime. This follows their belief that this planet “sang” much of the country into life.

Venus, my morning and evening light, brightest spot in our solar system, quite a title you carry as Queen of the Sky.

Those mornings I leave the house to take my walks just before the sun takes full control of day from night, Venus is my guide and messenger that has always made me feel that my dawn patrol was a very sacred and honored moment for me to be a part of creation.

Here comes a brand new moment, a new day, full of all possibilities, promise and creation.

I have always sensed, my prayers at this hour were more easily heard, that the daily static had not yet overblown the fuses connecting me to Her; Queen of Creation, Goddess, co-creator with God, Heavenly Vibe offering Her chalice of Divine Drink, breathing me and me exhaling Her.

These are my finest moments, the excitement of personal power and knowing, when I slip out of bed, sensing my alarm just a minute or two before she vibrates to me..it’s time!

“Get up! It’s time for you! I’m listening for your footsteps outside, for your yearning heart to search for me and find me here, waiting, calling your name, reminding you how precious you are to me.”

She calls and I must go out and walk and hike up the hill, to the top, when the deer family comes out from their evening resting place and walk through the meadow, ready for breakfast, following their familiar trail. Time when the Kite calls out its morning reverie, the hawk floats on the morning air above me, perhaps a small coyote tries to make its way unnoticed across the field, dawn still holding her own, only saying goodbye when the hills surrounding me can no longer shield us from the morning rays of sun.

I find myself out here alone and yet so much apart of a great celestial awakening that comes back each day to awaken in me once more, my own creation, made in the image of Goddess, my own Bright star body.

I sing my morning song and only the deer hear me, stopped for a few moments in their tracks, their ears perked up and catching my voice coming down the canyon, rolling over the soft hills, falling all around the ground and rocks and dirt.

I receive my blessing of stillness and peace and reassurance of all prayers answered as Venus shines brightest above, reflecting back to me the majesty of the sun; singing me into life each morning, “You are Loved, you are Loved.”

Constant guide, celestial reflection, illuminous creatrix, messenger to loved ones, gateway to a higher Love, Venus.