The Shaman tales 5: Uncovering the shamanic gift

The Shaman tales 5: Uncovering the shamanic gift

25 March 2020

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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

 

Cyberion – Strange Signals

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Set against moonfall

Set against moonfall

30 December 2015

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The fleeting travels

Of bees, birds and of fireflies

Across winter skies

 

The breath of Thunder

Bolting through the cloudy shroud

A blanket of stars

 

Bright the eerie nights

As shadows slink into lights

Waning mysteries

 

Dissolve the cobwebs

Spiders’ work will blow no more

Chilly winds of Toth

 

Slaves of yesterday

Rise to seasonal high tides

Spring will set them free

 

The smiles of morrows

Etched in infinity’s bluebells

Between bow and tie

 

Days will cut fabrics

Nights will stitch together hems

Of blackbirds new flags

 

Weeping in past tense

Hearts dawn to new reckonings

Upon sunlit paths

 

The sun will set blaze

A cross tidal waves that climb

Within Heart’s waters

 

Christen the daughters

Ivy, Jasmine, Mistletoe

The winding creepers

 

Shutters braced open

With all of Heart’s bright vessels

Golden beginnings

 

Of Gold the linings

Stained red with tinmen’s droplets

Vessels of Copper

 

Of thirteenth the month

A backdrop of new life’s roots

Set against moonfall

 

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As Night turns to Day – Arcana

 

 

Before it escapes my reach

Before it escapes my reach

7 December 2015

 

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This vanishing world

I want to swallow its fluff

Morrows’ candy threads

 

Let them glue me pink

Upon my eternal blue

Rainbows’ beginnings

 

Deep within my soul

I want to lock its treasures

Relish them in chest

 

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The throbbing stillness

Lies wake in me through Night’s sleep

Breath in me serene

 

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The Sun rises East

Waking new Worlds to the Dawn

That births in Sorrows

 

Farewell to the world

Heaves in my blossoming Heart

As it lulls the Tides

 

I touch it fading

Before it escapes my reach

Into Oblivion

 

 

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Before the Dawn – Evanescence

 

 

 

I thought I should share what sunrise looks like from my balcony so added this as an afterthought. I am yet to take a full video of the time from night to dawn and transform it into a timelapse piece. Meanwhile I hope you like the below:

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Now that the trail has gone cold

Now that the trail has gone cold

15 November 2015

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In the beginning

Time washed me on empty shores

Shell of air that hung

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She breathed me Fire

Mother wove me from her womb

Golden thread for stars

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She covered me clay

Rising tides her Oceans spent

Nights on my dark hair

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She swelled me tremors

Beating Heart she raised me high

Tidal waves my blood

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She kneaded me bread

The black and the white she joined

Every mouth to feed

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I wake in her ice

Now that the trail has gone cold

Heart follows her scent

Only my Mother

Scent of Jasmine knew her feet

Ambrosian Life

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The Cranberries – Zombie

The Cranberries – Dreams

The Cranberries – Animal Instinct

 

 

Seeing you through I

Seeing you through I

3 November 2015

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When did it begin?

I have no thread to follow

Beginning is end

 

The mountains are rich

With treasures of Beloved

Icicles are grapes

 

I who did not drink

Walk dazed in drunken stupor

From heavenly scents

 

You are everywhere

Earth pulses with your Heartbeats

That call out to skies

 

You are all sweetness

A slithering snake’s venom

Becomes bees’ honey

 

For every question

You gave all answers before

Universal One

 

Seeing You through I

I saw myself in your Light

Your Kingdom become

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