Burning memories

Burning memories

31 March 2019

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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

Alternate realities – Chapter one: Toth and the land of all beginnings

6 December 2017

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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

The Cleopatra Tales 6: Soul memory healing prayer

18 September 2017

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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 / I remember a song hummed low in history

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

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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: 

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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

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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: 

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Ostanus – 312

 

Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite / Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates

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

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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: 

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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

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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: 

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Stonemilker – Björk

Lionsong – Björk

Unravel – Björk

 

There is a garden

There is a garden

19 August 2016

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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: 

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Quotes of Love and Life – Rumi

 

I am only the House of your Beloved – Rumi

Desire – Rumi