Invoking the Mother

Invoking the Mother

26 July 2020

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She had seen it in a dream as vividly as she was now seeing the sun shining outside. It was time for the Mother to come fully into this Earth and accomplish her work from the inside. It was time for her to purge the Earth so that balance may be restored on a higher plane than what could be achieved in the present state of affairs. Mother had always been a patron of the innocent and the weak and although she presented a terrifying face to her adversaries, she reverted back to her more gentle nature when the battle was over and she was faced only with the innocent. She was a force of destruction as far as evil was concerned but maintained her motherly attributes as far as the innocent were concerned and so far too many innocent had been suffering.

 

The Mother needed a vessel to carry her consciousness and she had carefully prepared for this for several years now. The vessel needed to have a segmented mind where part of the consciousness of the Mother could be downloaded while the rest of the mind could house the consciousness of the vessel itself. She was willing to be that vessel and had meditated using the kundalini technique in order to split her own mind. Although this had been painful and not without its consequences, she reflected that it would all be worth it once the Mother was there. The Mother’s consciousness, even though in part, could only be stored in nine fragmented parts of the vessel’s mind with the vessel’s own mind dwelling in the tenth part, which is why it had taken her years to reach that level of fragmentation and dissociation without totally losing her sanity.

 

The tools used for the ceremony to invoke the Mother to complete the downloading of her consciousness into her were not unlike those used to invoke the Marid except that there was no need for a protective circle and the candles used were red and black. The red represented the blood or primordial life form and the black represented the void from which all consciousness derived. There was already a fragment of the Mother inside a part of her consciousness and this guided her in disposing the red and black candles around the circles of aging blood also known as menstrual blood and those of fresh blood from her pricked finger. She sat naked amid the circles with the trident marked in blood on her forehead and the same marked in blood around the area of her navel and started the chanting. Soon the Mother would appear and all the evil on the Earth would slowly start to disintegrate. It might take its time and would probably take its toll on her but at the end it would all be worth it.

 

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The clearing

The clearing

5 July 2020

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The sun was gone and the wind howled through the trees as she walked in the woods. She started wondering whether she should go back home or continue with her walk. She was concerned that it might start raining and she was not well prepared for it as she had gone out in shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt. Suddenly it started to rain just as if the weather wanted to enact her fears and she could feel the large drops of rain pelt on her skull and bare arms. In no time the rain had become a downpour and the already mossy path became muddy and slippery.

 

She looked hesitantly back at the path where she had come from. The shrubs seemed to have closed in on it and all she could see was green behind her. The slope she had come up was quite steep and it seemed a better option to just walk on until she reached the end of the walk rather than taking the chance of slipping down the slope. She drudged on, braving the falling rain and the howling wind which tugged at wisps of her hair and the bottom of her shorts sending them here and there. With the sun gone it was quite cold now and she started feeling her hands numbing by her sides as she continued to walk.

 

For some reason, the icy rain and the gloomy wind got to her nerves and she started wondering what would happen if she fell on the path as nobody else seemed to have ventured out on it. She started taking great care in her steps so as not to fall. The last thing she needed right now was a broken leg or worse still a broken hip. She wondered again if she should just slide down on her posterior the slope back to where she had started from. It would not be very elegant but even if there were someone to see her at this point, she felt like she could not care less. Yet at the same time something drove her to carry on her path.

 

She gritted her teeth and decided to brave her way to the top of the hill. The trees swayed under the effect of the wind and some of their branches whipped at her. Instead of dissuading her this somehow increased her resolve to reach the top and head bent she carried her resisting limbs forward. The rain poured down the back of her neck and her bra clung to her making her T-shirt twist uncomfortably around, but she just untangled it and carried on. She thought about how anyone who should cross her path would see her: a crazed middle-aged woman with her twisted T-shirt and skimpy shorts battling the weather and it made her laugh.

 

She lowered her head and toiled on again. Soon she could see the flattening of the path beyond and knew she was reaching the top of the hill. She found herself shortly in a clearing on the top and as she reached there, the rain stopped and slowly but surely the sun made a timid appearance. She raised her hands like a warrior above her head and she did feel rather like that, a totally victorious warrior. She filled her lungs with air and howled at the wind that had not stopped yet. The wind howled back at her as she laughed, filling her lungs again with the fresh, crisp air and offering her body to the sun that slowly dried it.

 

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The taste of ripe mangoes

The taste of ripe mangoes

4 July 2020

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It used to be one of her favourite moments in childhood. They would sneak out of the house and run across the fields to the point where the mango groves began. They would hide at the extremity of the fields waiting to see if the guardian was there and if he wasn’t they would step into the grove and steal some ripe mangoes. It was usually a boy they called Thengai who used to climb the trees as he was used to climbing coconut trees and had a good foothold. His name Thengai which meant coconut came from not only because he climbed coconut trees but also because his hair combed down in a shell shape manner made the top of his head resemble a broken coconut shell.

 

Thengai would climb like a daredevil any tree in the mangrove and if the guardian was spotted he would be able to clamber down in no time often surpassing them as he ran towards the fields. Little did they know that the guardian always made a show of chasing them but slowed down if he got too close because he never actually meant to catch them. There would be no use indeed of catching them as the mangrove belonged to their family although they did not know it. In fact, almost all the lands around the houses up to the neighbouring city belonged to her family. Unaware of this, the children including her used to run like their life depended upon it, holding on tightly to the mangoes packed in their shirts or dresses, when the guardian chased them.

 

Later on, they would stop in the fields and put the mangoes together. They would then divide the ripest mangoes amongst them for eating on the spot and leave the greener ones for later. It was usually she who got the greener ones as her grandmother was very skilled at making mango chutney with the green mangoes. Once the bottles of chutney were ready, her grandmother would give her a basket of these to distribute around the neighbourhood. The neighbours respected and loved her grandmother not only because of this type of small kindness but also because she gave the lands to plough to the neighbours and only asked for a small share of the crops as compensation. People considered the grandmother as the main village benefactor.

 

She used to love going to the village and spending a part of the summer there during the summer break when her father did not yet have his holidays. It was all wonderful until that fated summer when everything had changed. She had not witnessed it herself but she often had nightmares about it and would wake up in the night trembling. For a long time after the incident, nobody had gone to steal mangoes from the mangrove. The villagers would talk about it in hushed tones when they thought the children were not around. Thengai had been riding the tractor of his father next to his older brother when he had slipped, and the tractor had mauled him before his brother could stop the giant wheels.

 

Some children had started going back to steal mangoes the next summer and one of the children had volunteered to take Thengai’s place as the picker. When they passed by her grandmother’s house she kept the door tightly shut and did not respond to their stage whispers calling her out. She could not bring herself to accompany them like she could not bring herself to eat ripe mangoes anymore. It was as if the mangoes’ ripe insides were like Thengai’s and for a long time the idea of eating them seemed repulsing. She also could not bring herself to distribute the mango chutney among the neighbours anymore and had grown sullener by the day. At the end of that following summer, her father decided to make her spend less time at her grandmother’s house.

 

Long after she had grown older and found out that the mangrove was theirs, she still would not accompany the children to the mangrove during the short breaks she was at her grandmother’s. She had started eating her grandmother’s chutney again, but nobody had offered her anymore ripe mangoes given her clear revulsion to these. One day, as she was walking through the fields, she found herself in front of the mangrove. The guardian was there and he seemed now a wizened old man. He looked at her and made as if he were going to chase her, but she laughed so he laughed too. He went towards a mango tree and reaching out pulled a ripe mango off the tree which he then offered her, slicing it in the middle. His face was wise and kind and she wondered how they could have ever felt afraid of him. She took the mango almost in a second state and bit into it. The taste of the ripe mango was heavenly as it mingled with her salty tears. She smiled up at the old guardian.

 

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Initiation settled

Initiation settled

29 June 2020

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Looking glass flutters

Imagination runs wild

Hidden realms move slow

 

The will breaks the want

Clusters of thoughts roam alone

Happenstance strikes heart

 

Adventures beckon

Hearts of dragons follow suit

Maze in mind ensues

 

Flowers open buds

Colours explode in the skies

Codes of nature blend

 

Summertime weds spring

Beginning meets the ending

Meanings spring to light

 

The pathways dissolve

Initiation settled

primary resolve

 

Reading of the poem:

Stive Morgan – Nature Dance

Eyes seeing unseen

Eyes seeing unseen

27 June 2020

Courtesy the Iranian

 

Whirring soft

the wheels in motion

gather moss

as they roll

They pick up speed, lose control

from the momentum

 

Target lost

Blind aim untoward

they gather

second stones

ready now to break the bones

intention resolved

 

The victim

hair flowing downward

pining teen

chained to Earth

all but chest above the floor

eyes seeing unseen

 

 

In some Muslim countries, the women guilty of adultery or even of having an affair without being married are buried in the ground and stoned with the obvious result being death in most cases. Sickeningly in some countries even the victims of rape may sometimes be sentenced in the same way as adulterers or women having an affair. This poem is written to raise awareness of the conditions under which even a young teenager who would have been free to love in other countries may incur the death penalty and be stoned to death for the “crime” of being caught with her lover in isolation. I chose to accompany this poem with a beautiful video showing elements from the cosmos to emphasize the gulf that separates some people from the vastness of the cosmos.

 

Reading of the poem:

Lisa Gerrard – Space Weaver

Without you

Without you

23 June 2020

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Without you

the sun lost its warmth

jaded ball

it slithered

skulking beyond horizon

looking for your face

 

Without you

the rain lost its touch

The moss cringed

under it

as it seemed fire alit

by burning desires

 

Without you

the earth rotated

upside down

reverse spin

I heeded to rising din

all clamoured for you

 

Reading of the poem:

Only The Man – Shinnobu

Woven threads

Woven threads

20 June 2020

Courtesy Stefan Gesell

 

Vivid glance

into depths of soul

Woven threads

knitted hearts

Whole to understand from parts

The wisdom in stance

 

The mind shreds

the knowledge amassed

forbearing

the dire times

when all gathered were but rhymes’

wayward wandering

 

The children

lost in midst of shores

between lands’

sand rivers

Bodies repressing shivers

that the day disbands

 

Reading of the poem:

Deuter – Temple Of Silence (Chillout Voices)

When the heart is clear

When the heart is clear

18 June 2020

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Smothered chest

night’s dark reflections

to ponder

I gathered

the dreamtime’s buried landscapes

into wake of day

 

The wonder

Decomposing nights

into day

Through the light

we often recover sight

when the dark is cleared

 

Bosom reared

handiwork of soul

From the start

to the end

it always knows what to mend

when the heart is clear

 

Reading of the poem:

Shinnobu – Heal me

Deep into mountain

Deep into mountain

15 June 2020

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The ground heaved to sounds

Spluttering of flames within

The core of the earth

The mind harkened to whispers

That spelt cruelty of men

 

Eruption threatened

Smoke blew from underbelly

Projections in air

Taut silence blazed in bosom

Rage of many fires swelled

 

The lava gushed forth

Its path a river winding

Deep into mountain

Anger in the mind spilled forth

Erasing taunts of humans

 

Reading of the poem:

Hypnotic eyes – Shinnobu

Opposites melding

Opposites melding

14 June 2020

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Humming sounds

they speak of vessels

Thinning air

Lights alit

The will of mind to submit

to the loving waves

 

The outreach

The hand of the One

It relays

the blessing

The only thing now missing

reconciling odds

 

Princely speech

A new beginning

Bridges reach

beyond sight

Dark corners receive the light

Opposites melding

 

Reading of the poem:

Sunset – Abel Korzeniowski