Our future is bright
31 March 2020
The days may seem bleak
The hours may turn into weeks
Hark! The angels speak
Keep your mind hopeful
There is no need for a fight
Make it effortless
Know it in your heart
Know it through the changing times
Our future is bright
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge. For rules and other poems visit the link here.
Reading of the poem:
Amber Run – I Found
In the heart that moved
31 March 2020
Delude me
Canticles of lore
We will pray
Never more
To fears etched within the skies
Downtrodden in lies
Elude me
The chest in bosom
I will wake
Griffin’s spark
Fumbling fingers through the dark
Reach the love’s lighthouse
Preclude me
Once upon a rhyme
I witnessed
Miracles
Thawing frozen icicles
In the heart that moved
Reading of the poem:
Flora Cash – You’re Somebody Else – Lyrics
Waiting for your hand
30 March 2020
Shrill banshee
Wailing across seas
She gathers
The seers
Winding through our gliding fears
Within snakes’ coils
Skies burn slow
Within my whisper
Carry me
Into past
When we thought the breath would last
Beyond sentences
I weighed them
Weight of wayward words
Deep set eyes
Shadows, lies
Where I extended my life
Waiting for your hand
Reading of the poem:
The Night is an Ocean – Winter Aid
Softly – Winter Aid
Slumber – Winter Aid
I am gone
30 March 2020
Did you see ?
The ripple-clad lake
In shining
Replicates
The wonders that we can be
When we’re pacified
Speak to me
The birds have lost songs
Their beaks blue
Like my soul
My mind relinquished control
The lack in your words
Hone me slow
Caress my feathers
I am gone
In song shrill
Birds calling on window sill
They follow shadows
Reading of the poem:
Within – Winter Aid
The Shaman Tales 6 : Molding Consciousness
28 March 2020
When she had first started using the shamanic gift on a large scale to summon rains she had known that this would happen according to the Ancient magic rules. These dictated that whatever the outcome in the immediate physical it would be replicated within one year or up to eighteen months from the time the ceremony was carried out thereby molding consciousness at that time. This was known as the frontal projection of the consciousness stream and required the shaman to separate from his/her physical self and stay astral during the intended time. Conversely, in a backward timeloop, one had to make the astral body go three years before the present time to carry out a shamanic ceremony that would affect the present.
Initially, she was meant to migrate from her current city to a special place called Alice Springs. She had pondered about it when the city had come out as a result of her dowsing ceremony as she did not know what this meant. It was then that she realized that there existed an Alice Springs and it was in Australia. By coincidence her own helper was dreaming of going to Australia but rather to Sydney than anywhere else. She thought that consciousness combined with her spells should take her to Australia then in astral form if not in the flesh.
At first, she realized that it was the fires of the phoenix that had been let out in the combined consciousness and to combat the ensuing drought-like state it was necessary to summon the rains. Her location was quite far from the regions affected but she knew that consciousness could carry through the shamanic trance joined with the witches’ spell if she released them within the right level of consciousness and at the right moment for them to manifest.
She knew that GAIA’s program was to regenerate herself by reducing what she considered weeds spread amongst her beautiful flowers. As a good gardener knows, if a beautiful patch of the garden is contaminated by weeds or by parasitic flowers, it is necessary to sacrifice patches of those flowers to save the whole garden. As a result GAIA had decided to wipe out many of what she considered weeds and that were in effect human beings. She did not consider them as more important than others because humans had long lost their connection to GAIA. She decided to do this in the region that lent itself the most to this and entire cities in Australia had suffered raging fires. The shamanic trance and combined witches’ spell helped with bringing some relief with the rains to the lands although it was insufficient as not enough levels of consciousness were drawn in by the worded intention. In short, the magic was diluted…
Tulku – Trancendence
In shape of our hearts
27 March 2020
Remember
The chirping robin?
When it came
From within
Heartbeats paired with rising spring
Composed song to sing
The dewdrops
Parallel to lash
Bated breath
Composure
Of beating lungs exposure
Strength of heart measure
Drawn insight
Stealth within the light
The darkness
Now vivid
Shining lighthouse all imparts
In shape of our hearts
Reading of the poem:
A Scene Of La Seine – Yuhki Kuramoto
Lake Louise II – Yuhki Kuramoto
Shape of Love – Yuhki Kuramoto
The raven that flew
26 March 2020
Pray hearken
The raven that flew
Now anew
Yes anew
Will you reach into flowers
And grant us the dew?
Hark listen
The raven that flew
Yet it knew
Yes it knew
That you and I through hours
Was a tale so true
Now darkened
The raven that flew
T’was for two
So it blew
On the Sycamore treetop
It sat black and blue
Reading of the poem:
Nicki Parrott – I Will Wait For You
Third path shone
26 March 2020
Do you hear
The idle gossip?
Yesterday
Twined with lies
Waters that well in bosom
Reach out to my eyes
Two roads lay
Stretching unity
I lie low
Neither side
Beckoning tombstones prevail
I watch dead and wail
Third path shone
Middle traced by mind
I rewind
Path so kind
Gathered from my memories
For the h(u)/(ea)rt to (ceas)/(seiz)e
Reading of the poem:
Scorpions – Follow Your Heart (Official Lyric Video)
Scorpions – Send me an angel [Music Video]
Scorpions – Still Loving You [Lyrics + Traduction Française]
There beside your heart
25 March 2020
I will bend
Like flower swooning
Into arms
Awaiting
Three moons now replicating
Urgency of you
Grace within
The moments’ magic
Powdered dreams
Where it seems
All my yearning set aside
In mornings confide
Look at me
I am in two suns
Shadow struck
Awe within
Revolution of bosom
There beside your heart
Reading of the poem:
Melody Gardot – Les Étoiles
The Shaman tales 5: Uncovering the shamanic gift
25 March 2020
She had always known she was a white witch, but it was only recently that she had found out that she was also a shaman. The knowledge had come to her after a particularly striking episode when she had been dancing to trance music and had experienced a shamanic journey into another world. She never consumed drugs so knew that there had to be truth to that journey. It was a world where spirits walked in fumes with nothing separating them from other human beings. She had looked around her in the night club and nobody else seemed to be noticing the spirits yet all of them were dancing to the same music she was dancing to.
She looked around her fascinated. The stroboscopic lights cast around filled the fumes of the spirits with various lights making them look like rainbows disintegrating on the dance floor. She wondered what the spirits were doing in the night club. Were they not meant to be somewhere more peaceful, she thought? One spirit seemed to realize that she was looking right at it and not through it and came up close to her. She was not sure she felt comfortable enough this close to it and raised a hand. It went right through the spirit who laughed. It was not a wicked laugh, just a friendly amused one. She laughed back. They were not as terrible as many made them to be. They only wanted to be part of this world just like us, she thought.
That was all before she discovered the extent of the Shamanic gift. How it could allow her to summon either the raven’s rains or the fires of the phoenix. That was before she discovered that the combination of the witch capacities and the shamanic gift could help mold consciousness itself
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