The souls spared
4 April 2020
Smother not
The wilful intent
It breathes low
Remedies
For the dark venture to cease
The mind none to tease
Pursue Art
Within mighty heart
The power
To harness
Kingdoms beyond the darkness
Where brave stand duress
Look beyond
Written in the skies
The hearts paired
The souls spared
The breach a keen reminder
When the mind despaired
Reading of the poem:
The Lumineers – Sleep On The Floor (Official Video)
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
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
The Woven Life 2 : Bubbles of liberty
19 March 2020
She wove conscientiously the points keeping in mind most of the time the greatest good of all. She knew that some of what she wove would not be witnessed in her time but in eons to come. Other parts of what she wove were for immediate results or results on the short or medium term. In the beginning it had been disappointing that the desires she had did not have an immediate resolution but she had learnt to accept this. She looked upon her task as a humanitarian one as she was weaving a better consciousness. She wondered how many out there were like her weaving a better series of connections into the collective consciousness.
Sometimes, her old shadows returned and she would need to stop the weaving during those days. That could mean no weaving for several days in a row. She always wondered whether her consciousness would still be connected so closely with the collective consciousness to affect it in a significant way or if these days of absence would have weakened the contact. Every time she had such doubts they were dispelled immediately when she returned to weave for the greatest good of all and saw the almost immediate results. She wondered how she could cope with her shadow selves to bring them out to the light and no longer have to sit in between all the time. This would allow her to keep weaving every day instead of having to make a pause.
One day she caught herself talking to one of her shadow selves that had strayed into the room. It was no longer lurking behind her as they always tended to do when they manifested, watching her, thinking she was unaware of their presence or pretending they thought that. She normally would only observe them and try to fill them with light but they would take cover, literally and refuse to be dissolved most of the time although she had been able to lighten a couple of them. Today however, she decided to talk to the one who had unwittingly strayed into the room.
She thought to herself that she must be right. She should perhaps leave them these bubbles of liberty.
Björk – jóga / State of Emergency
The wolf played act so meek
8 March 2020
Ripples in his tides had gathered
The wolf played act so meek
Spotting golden fleece in the herd
Approached it tongue in cheek
The darkness bore it through the eye
The prey that he did seek
He turned to glower at the sky
Saw clouds upon them bleak
Then burdened by this new defeat
He gazed upon it slight
Turned the slate to become new sheet
Softly renounced the might
Reading of the poem:
Harrison Storm – Feeling You (Official Video)
Of forgotten sorrows
26 February 2020
A paper boat escapes
My fingers temporary haven
Timeless seeds cross my paths
Of morrows in the everglades
I walk in the shadow of my Self
Elongated sublime contours
Hushed countenance greets me
Alternation of tall and small
Windows in doorless house
Wings on body of void
I revolve around my inner suns
There I am at my peak
A witness to past seasons bleak
Of forgotten sorrows
Reading of the poem:
Pink Floyd – Shine On You Crazy Diamond
Without him
20 February 2020
It was a bitter night. The wind was howling outside and she recalled how it had tugged at her hair and the umbrella almost yanking it out of her gloved hands. She had been glad to have gloves on as it was biting cold outside. Her cheeks seared with the acid bite of the cold. The elements raging outside were no match, however, for the cold that was biting into her heart as the days went by without him. She wondered if he was now gone forever or if he would come back like he had done after a period of absence around a year ago.
She stretched on the sofa where she had been lying down watching the screen without actually taking in what was going on in the Television set just across the room. She looked at the reed in the canal outside her room and could see it bend wildly this way and that as the wind tore away at its roots attempting to uproot the reed. The wind was, however, no match to the resilient reed which withstood the tear of the wind and just bent gracefully one way or the other depending on the twists and turns of the wind.
She felt she should be more like the reed and adapt to the situations as they arose. She should get used to the times when he disappeared however much they hurt. He was anyway like a ghost in her life so she should not expect him to have a normal pattern of behavior. He was gone for longer than the other time but it did not mean that he would not be back again. She felt ice fill her heart as the veracity of his absence sunk into her mind. There was no sunshine when he was not around. Indeed she thought, there was no sunshine without him….
Ain’t no sunshine – Eva Cassidy
Remembrance
13 February 2020
Remember
The slates wiped away
Room empty
No issue
Just water for some tissues
Spread out on my frock
I crane neck
Following through the insight
Dreary eyes
Unseen wounds
Figures with their knots set loose
Exchanging content
Play no more
Said voice in bosom
Remembrance
Reckoning
All will collect in dismay
The moments of loss
Reading of the poem:
Meu Fado – Mariza
Shower me in rain
10 February 2020
Have it all
Bursting seams whispered
Pack in bulge
We indulge
Preserving by ingestion
All the holiness
I confess
In moments of sighs
The respite
In the might
Of the ghastly paths trodden
Forgiveness lengthy
My scream hurls
Off dilated chests
In plenty
Agony
Breathing in toxins to speak
What bosoms bore not
I claim eye
Redemption in sky
Words ripped off
The shorn back
Whip up a back to redeem
What I may then seem
Perfection
Art of plentiful
Nuances
Beautiful
Look within the chest that heaves
Nothing for the mass
Land of Perth
Rekindles the birth
Of the Love
Infinite
Take mind off woodlands ablaze
Shower me in rain
Reading of the poem:
Prosopa – Spanatis Spanoudakis
Irreducible
9 February 2020
Break me pot
Dancing tradition
Rhythmic feat
Balanced neat
On the verge of extinction
A race to repeat
Blow me hot
The egg shells within
Frame melting
Iron clad
Beyond the anklets tightened
Staggering demand
Find me not
Irreducible
Elbows still
Ache the ribs
As I disperse beyond sheen
Of matter unseen
Reading of the poem:
Under your scars – Godsmack