The Devil you know

The Devil you know
26 December 2019

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She looked around her taking in the leaves in the small pots and the small budding white flowers growing slowly in between. This was not exactly what she had expected when she had emerged from her sleep like state. She knew this would be temporary, however, so she was not too worried about it. The flat was neat and sparsely decorated. It was a far cry from the wilderness she was used to or the luxurious surroundings she had dwelt in on occasion, but this would do for now. She wondered how her twin was living and whether he had awoken too from the sleep like state that he must have been in too. This was not the first time that she would be awake before him though, so she did not dwell too much on this thought nor did she attempt connecting with him. She would have time to do that later.

The last time she had awoken before him it had not been a good age. The world had been in patriarchy mode and her ways of the old did not seem suited to the times. She remembered with some displeasure the difficulties of that era and the near helplessness she had experienced where her physical body had not only been a point of weakness, but an actual hindrance given the limited freedom that women had then. She had travelled long and far to reach the area where recounts of her twin had emerged. She knew quite well by then the tell-tale signs: The fantastic tales, the miracles, the huge gathering of followers and the automatic unrest that accompanied this within the rulers of that time. Every time her twin had manifested on Earth, whether it was in Mesopotamia or Ancient Egypt or the land of the two seas, he could not help but provoke the established order and create problems for both of them.

In comparison her methods had always been more discreet, working within the shadows, mostly with the female population, never basking in the light. There were always two sides to a story like there were two ways of approaching matters and hers had always been the way of the silent stream that slowly erodes the foundations of mighty dwellings rather than the direct towering waters that her twin had always loved to raise against the norms of each era. Well she thought to herself, the last time had not gone so well for him and even their father-mother source had not saved him from the trouble he had got them into. As a female with child, she had been spared and did not go through the fate her twin underwent. In fact, barely anyone noticed her contribution to the upheaval of that era and she did not even figure in any historical recounts or barely as a side figure, an afterthought and mostly in a negative light. It was always her twin who was in the limelight and she realised that he might as well given how he loved it while she preferred the shadows.

The keepers of the secrets of the Source had sent them as messengers, each in their own way allowing humans to discover themselves, to allow them to delve into their light as well as their shadows until they could realise that neither was more worthwhile. The idea was for them to allow humans to understand that each being or inanimate object was just a manifestation of the flux that emanated from the Source, that both light and dark were just different perceptions of the same energy that encompassed all and permeated from within everything. She naturally identified with the female side of humans as her star soul was the moon and had therefore chosen the shadows. Her twin had chosen to represent the light and he had gotten so infatuated with it that he no longer remembered at every human manifestation that he was only partly light. She on the other hand had never been dazzled neither with the light nor with the shadows and remembered that their original mission was to allow this Universe to achieve balance. In every era she had incarnated within, she made it a point to achieve that and in the age of patriarchy, this had mainly become a work linked with liberating women from their bondage whether internal or forced upon them externally. Wherever she went, the liberation of women ensued whether slowly and steadily or in outbursts.

It pained her to think that this play of light and dark had made human beings reach incredible levels of hate and bigotry and that the rules that the source had enacted within the minds of the initial messengers had all been diverted into rigid and ridiculous sets of dogma that allowed humans to fight and kill each other in all impunity. She was not very fond of bloodshed, not even when she knew that it was sometimes necessary to rejuvenate the planet they were on and allow for the recycling of those souls which had gotten too dense to allow the others to progress. She was of a playful nature in general and had found it very funny to diffuse in the minds of humans a representation of the world of shadows. Owing to the way patriarchy had been dominant in the world, however, this representation took on a male nature rather than a female one and with the fertile imagination of humans, it became a monstrous figure with horns and hooves, something between an animal and a human being.

She looked at herself in the mirror and laughed at the thought of it. According to humans, the one who lurked in the world of shadows was a wicked being called the devil and he had a pointy tail, cloven hooves, wild looking horns and terribly pointy teeth. Above all he was supposed to tower over human beings and roast them with the fires of a place humans had fearfully invented and named hell. At the opposite side of that, there was supposedly a place where all souls that had been redeemed would be taken if they submitted to and worshipped their saviour, her light-loving twin. The humans had lovingly named that place heaven and each of them had their own personal idea of how beautiful this place would be although for most, it was likened to a garden with everlasting bounties. She laughed at the thought of this childish inclination but then sighed at the thought of the task that awaited. Perhaps she should have incarnated into something more akin to what they were expecting so she could be more convincing in her task. After all, better the Devil you know…

Return to Outremer – Irfan

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Co-create

Co-create

24 October 2016

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Illusion

A floating of worlds

In my mind

World without

Percentages of choices

The outcome unkind

 

Build with me

With more than mortar

Less than stone

Future hone

We celebrate the Divine

In woodlands the vine

 

Of the growth

We have heard of tales

Flying whales

In Oceans

Floating into the blue skies

Where the strong willed lies

 

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Morrows suns

Warm the purple creed

Blended code

Love abode

They fused the Red and the Blue

We confused each clue

 

Intentions

A lost path of Pi

Cut the wire

Flamed the fire

Moved around in circle dire

Consequences Grey

 

Monsters slay

The bright pave the way

Replicate

Co-create

Image of beauty translate

Way of Heart dilate

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Arrival of the Birds – The Cinematic Orchestra (The Theory of Everything)

Sereno variabile

Sereno variabile

22 August 2016

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Out of skin

Breath of the Divine

Interstice

Within Time

The making of primal rhyme

Between mind and heart

 

Words depart

Weary travelers

Flying on

Countless wings

The pieces every one brings

Jig saw in my soul

 

Eye of coal

Embers of the shine

Throughout me

Ascends spine

The inner realms untouched shrine

All that seeps through sands

 

No demands

My voiceless hum flows

Like rivers

To the sea

Flowing deltas through shivers

Reaching open banks

 

Offered flanks

The breast and the spleen

We come clean

From shadows

Like filters traversing rows

All that becomes us

 

Lost the fuss

Thunderstorms now stilled

Rains distilled

Like weather

“Sereno variabile

Donna mobile”

 

Reading of the poem: 

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In the Divide – Azam Ali

Endless Reverie – Azam ali Elysium

Ocean – Azam Ali & Loga Ramin Torkian

 

Spirit me the Light

Spirit me the Light

2 July 2016

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Expunging

Sleep comes to an end

Followed trend

Breaking down

The depths of Earth retrieving

Jewels of the Crown

 

We are One

Realisation

Like the sun

Now dawning

Upon latecomers yawning

As they stretch out slow

 

We surpass

The high and the low

Battlefields

Abandoned

The will guided by the Heart

New cycle to start

 

The waters

Flooding the wastelands

Cover hues

Of rainbows

They sparkle through morrows’ dues

Paid through the brainwaves

 

Freed the slaves

Their chains dissolving

Heated pit

Raging fires

The burning flames of desires

Prometheus lit

 

The mother

Divine feminine

She calls sweet

Three to meet

The wings carry us in flight

Spirit me the Light

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Gates of Morpheus – Amethystium

Break of Dawn – Amethystium

Silken Twine- Amethystium

 

Touched untouched

Touched untouched

22 May 2016

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Strange feeling

Floating in limbo

Connected

Caring strong

For the tribes where we belong

Intricate crisscross

 

Sense of loss

The bosom a rock

Twining strength

With frailty

To have and never to keep

Fluttering yet deep

 

Maidens weep

While the knights battle

Humans then

Or cattle

The answer is suspended

In between the breaths

 

Quest ended

Beginning in end

Unending

Curtain falls

Encore says the crowd cheering

For a new replay

 

Lost in hay

The needle of hope

The three Norns

Threading bare

Precision of unkempt hair

Fate chance encounter

 

Sensations

Fluctuating point

Limbs collate

At the joint

Emotions bubbles in air

Love fear joy despair

 

Multiple

The forces at work

Patchwork feel

Divine quirk

The chore handed down with smirk

Opposing contracts

 

Cast me net

The fish are lively

Their gills shine

Mirth divine

Repopulate holy shrine

Phosphorescent nests

 

Conflicting

Energies shift fast

Faith steadfast

Touched untouched

All is in blink of the eye

Peace profound balance

 

Reading of the poem: 

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A thousand times good night – Abel Korzeniowski

Song of Time – Abel Korzeniowski

Terra – Abel Korzeniowski

Ours Undying Realms

Ours Undying Realms

22 April 2016

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Listen well

We speak in dreamtime

Son of skies

Sun of Earth

We bond beyond miracles

That hastened your birth

 

Immortal

Your sinking flesh dives

Into blue

Air bubbles

You are diluted endless

Our tool of the light

 

Blue in red

Knotted now the thread

Three circles

End the spine

The will then spoken divine

My blood daily wine

 

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Sink your lips

Into my fountains

We chose you

Moon goddess

The tongue more than mere prowess

Pathways to the Gods

 

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Purple hues

A lost world renews

Blessings born

From womb torn

The openings of wet tides

Dragon tamer rides

 

He springs forth

The second coming

The mother

A blue bride

Beginning in the ending

The circle is squared

 

The flames flared

Illusion a wisp

Of dying

Grey kingdoms

Hastened to the fleeting helms

Ours Undying Realms

 

Reading of the poem: 

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No Ordinary Love – Sade

Love is Found – Sade

Paradise – Sade

Your Love is King – Sade

Kiss of Life – Sade

Nothing can come between Us – Sade