Burning memories
31 March 2019
Seeping water moves
Cracks in the building’s basement
The shivering frame
Walls disintegrate
Particles float around me
A way through rubble
Edge of the cliffside
Six daffodils greet my sight
Burning memories
Reading of the poem:
Open water – Javier Navarrete
Alternate realities – Chapter one: Toth and the land of all beginnings
6 December 2017
However much they erased her memory everything came back again to the surface. She remembered every detail that went over and over again in her brain as she thought back to the moments before they first attempted to erase her memory. It had first begun when the radio waves and the electromagnetic pulse had played tricks on her mind causing her to see etheric messages and believe that her beloved would be with her if she showed up in a remote house where he was supposed to arrive. A complicated map had been fed to her through the etheric messages made of geographical as well as symbolic indications during the night. The next morning she had followed the yellow bus sign as well as all the remaining clues and arrived at the house where she had gathered the toys as indicated. Subsequently she had waited on the roof of the house for the first sunrise with her beloved but he was nowhere to be seen.
The occupants of the house had attempted to chase her out and she had thought it was a game to play along up until they had hit her on the head and the ambulance had to be called. During the trip in the ambulance a pair of male and female nurses had attempted to imprint in her memory through trauma inducement the digits 104.1 as being a lifesaving series of numbers and she had associated that with the radio station that she had listened to religiously since then. At points in time during the ambulance ride she felt her consciousness leaving her to rise above her body leaving only the mind within it. She screamed and kicked as her consciousness rose giving her the impression that the whole ambulance was rising in the skies going above the bridge level and that she would die as a result of that ascension. As her screams increased the nurse gave her a shot and she was lulled to sleep all the while chanting under her breath the mantra of everlasting life “Abad”.
She dreamt of Isis, of gateways to other worlds and of Toth holding the book of Truth while her worldly acts were carefully weighed. When she woke up she first had no recollection of what had happened before she lapsed again into the semi-conscious state with the weighing of her deeds and they gave her another shot to stop her whimpering and screaming. She drifted back into the dream state and Isis with her beautiful and familiar face came to her again repeating that she had to let go of the physical and walk in the realms of the land of all beginnings to finish the journey of Truth before she could come back again to the Earthly realm. She spent her time between the nurses who lulled her to sleep and Toth and Isis who brought her firmly into the realms of otherworldly consciousness to judge her Earthly actions before she had even died. Isis repeated that this was because she had foregone the karma cycle and therefore had to be judged during her lifetime and not after it.
She listened as her deeds were enumerated and weighed and for every good deed, her consciousness felt lighter while it felt heavier for every bad deed. She could feel that if she had more good deeds than bad ones she might have a chance to remain in between the two realms of pure consciousness on one hand and the Earthly realm on the other. At the end of the weighing of her deeds and satisfied with the results, Toth granted her a token of otherworldly life that would allow her to leave her body whenever she wanted or needed to and access the land of all beginnings. Armed with this token that would lessen the pain of separation from her beloved Isis and the grave Toth, she slowly drifted back to the Earthly realms knowing that she could always come back whenever she wanted to and that out of body experiences would be something she would now master at will.
Flam – Monsoon – Buddha Bar
The Cleopatra Tales 6: Soul memory healing prayer
18 September 2017
You can play this prayer if you need to heal trauma-based memories from this lifetime or from other lifetimes. To do this, you need to lie down comfortably, empty your mind of worries and when you feel relaxed by taking deep breaths, you play this loud or with headphones on.
I hope it works for you as it works for me.
This prayer is more for cleansing consciousness of the hurt as the soul in the real sense of the term does not need healing (we tend to call that the oversoul) while what we call commonly soul and which is actually our consciousness may require healing.
Wishing you love and balance.
Reciting of the soul prayer:
J’ai mémoire d’une chanson fredonnée en histoire
(poème écrit sous forme de sonnet Shakespearien en vers Alexandrin, traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)
10 décembre 2016
Au-delà de ces mots résonne pâle l’intention
De mesure démesure en vase clos d’atrophie
Taille à vif dans ces maux de douleur l’attention
En deçà de l’usure veine assure embolie
Reste-t-il dans ces prés des chevaux à nourrir ?
Les barrières ruminant tas de foin à cracher
Vouent au ciel les cyprès pris au fait à pourrir
Vois ces arbres nonchalants de hauteur s’arracher
Abrités dans sapin oiseaux tardent à mourir
Justes cieux balayant horizons intrépides
Senteurs froides d’un matin lèvres gercées s’ouvrir
Un chemin déblayant des non-dits insipides
J’ai mémoire d’une chanson fredonnée en histoire
D’émérite de pardon filant droit en déboire
Lecture du poème:
I remember a song hummed low in history
(Poem originally written in Shakespearian sonnet in Alexandrin, translated into English. See original above or here)
10 December 2016
Way beyond these words pale intention resonates
Out of measure in a closed cup of atrophy
Cutting sharp in these woes attention to the pain
Well below the wearing vein ensures embolism
Are there in these meadows any horses to feed?
Barriers ruminate a stack of hay to spit
Vow to skies cypresses found guilty of rotting
See these nonchalant trees from the heights tear away
Sheltered in the fir tree birds keep delaying Death
Righteous skies sweeping intrepid horizons
Cold scents of a morning the chapped lips opening
For clearing a pathway of the tasteless unsaid
I remember a song hummed low in history
Emeritus pardon spinning straight in trouble
Reading of the poem:
Ostanus – 312
Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite
(poème écrit sous forme de sonnet Petrarch en Alexandrin traduit en anglais ci-bas ou ici)
6 septembre 2016
Les douleurs effacées en séries de hoquets
Vivre comme lampe qui suinte un passé langoureux
Fracture du temps éreinte mon élan amoureux
De ces temps trépassés j’ai formé des bouquets
Souvenirs déplacés comme images en loquets
De mémoire sont la feinte en mon corps douloureux
De vieux sentiers empreinte porte les tiers valeureux
En pointe de croix lassés habitants des troquets
Ressource en moi entrain résurrection dédite
Des plaies qui s’amoncellent illusion de travers
J’élèverais les quatrains à des places inédites
Moitiés d’Alexandrins ma version érudite
Musique de violoncelle pour un cœur en deux vers
Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite
Lecture du sonnet:
Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates
(Poem written as an Italian Petrarch sonnet in Alexandrin form. See original above or here)
September 6, 2016
The pain that is erased in series of hiccups
To live like lamp oozing of a languorous past
The Time fracture that tires my loving momentum
Of these forgotten Times I created bouquets
The memories misplaced images in latches
Are the memory’s sham in my aching body
From old trails the imprint bears the thirds valorous
In advanced cross weary residents of cafés
Resource in me the flame resurrection denied
From sores that are piling a deformed illusion
I would raise the quatrains to newly found places
Halves of Alexandrines my scholarly version
The music of cellos for heart in two verses
Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates
Reading of the poem:
Stonemilker – Björk
Lionsong – Björk
Unravel – Björk
There is a garden
19 August 2016
Hush listen
There is a garden
It speaks soft
Of springtime
Of sources below the sands
That nourish the lands
Flutter on
There is a garden
It sparkles
With dewdrops
As they glisten on Flora
Bosom plethora
Now enter
There is a garden
It rustles
With the leaves
As they fall memory heaves
In the blowing wind
Lick your lips
There is a garden
It expands
It dilates
Lush with golden apple trees
That melt into mouth
Now repose
There is a garden
It circles
Etheric
In my mind lost eclectic
Millenary fate
Reading of the poem:
Quotes of Love and Life – Rumi
I am only the House of your Beloved – Rumi
Desire – Rumi
Blue Green Loss
30 July 2016
Rivers run
To a stilting halt
Taste of salt
Beckoning
To thunders of Ocean near
What I once held dear
Twin suns rise
On new born landscapes
Dark-fed apes
Memory
Of mind sinking purple sea
Jupiter rising
Rolling free
The stones pick up moss
Blue green loss
Scorches peak
For the fallen silent plea
Prayer of the meek
Reading of the poem:
The Gospels – Thomas Feiner
Of Love in our eyes
3 June 2016
I remember Times
When all that glittered was stars
And we were stardust
The days were sunny
The moon was forever young
Our skin night’s pallor
We belonged to life
Its rivers ran through our veins
Like endless jugglers
The tides obeyed none
They scorned moon and shunned sunlight
Patterns bearing tune
Through the rocks we jigged
Every footstep a foothold
On lake memory
The sun-kissed waters
We waded through their shimmers
Our bodies alit
When the day was done
We skipped through the moonlit air
Sustaining our frames
The flowers bloomed red
As we ran through the meadows
Our shadows suitors
We danced in playgrounds
Where light was but reflections
Of Love in our eyes
Reading of the poem:
The Good Things – Bill Laurance
Swag Times – Bill Laurance
Ready Wednesday – Bill Laurance
Memory lane
29 May 2016
Shadows flee
Across wilderness
Icy fires
Light their frames
Bearing weight of twisted games
They run in sleek pairs
In between
There stands rubber tree
Its bark runs
Wild and free
With the blood of forgiveness
Token of freedom
Every step
Twirling on itself
Creating
Tidal wave
Absolution washing up
On the bare soul shore
I stand lone
On brink of kingdoms
Screeching past
Present times
Future of retreating crimes
My staff pierces doors
The ripples
Call out to temples
Giants leak
Children speak
We replicate our doom’s days
Carelessness our ways
Memory lane
Etched in the stem cells
Swirling voids
Progressing
The inner voice suppressing
Power of black holes
Reading of the poem:
How Fortunate the man with none – Dead Can Dance
Xavier – Dead Can Dance
In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated – Dead can Dance
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