Carried by the breeze

Carried by the breeze

6 November 2018

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Whisper secret tones

Cast again veil of darkness

End wayward duress

 

Relinquish the day

Shine moon over the sun’s glare

Lessen light to bear

 

Chant the night to me

In soft-spoken melodies

Carried by the breeze

 

Reading of the poem: 

The message – Still Corners

Ascension

Ascension

23 October 2018

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It had been a while that she had started building the Merkaba. This was not an easy task as the weaving of the energies had to be done on a regular basis and based on a specific pattern. She wondered how it was that the Elders had succeeded in passing on this information to her during her sleep but every morning when she woke up she had a precise plan in her head for which points remained to be woven. On and on her nimble fingers wove into the air the patterns using the energy from the skies and from the trees outside her window.

Sometimes, it was also in the evenings that she resumed the weaving although it was best done at dawn and concluded with the rising sun. Day after day, she tirelessly wove the energies that emanated from her kinetic dance using both her hands in specific mudras as well as her intent focused on specific areas in space. The merkaba was to be a sphere-like construct that would be big enough to hold her whole body within it. It started from a point around the top of her head, near her crown chakra and expanded several metres above and away on each side of her body before finishing at her feet. Here too, the Merkaba had a distance of several metres before the small conic shape of its extremity ended with a cord-like construct within the soles of her feet.

Once the Merkaba was almost fully woven, she sealed the outer parts, leaving only a few slits in the front side to allow for entering or exiting the energetic vehicle without friction. The first time she had tried the vehicle on a test ride, it was an exhilirating experience, much akin to that of going on a roller coaster ride, except that one did it with the astral body including particles of the body and not the full body. She remembered the thrill of that joy ride for several weeks after the experience was over and for days after the ride her body had still felt out of balance as she struggled to keep her astral body in check.

A couple of days after she had finished weaving the Merkaba, her light body had been fully activated. This was achieved by input of a large part of her higher self that entered through her eyes into her body and activated the dormant genes within her to allow for release of the particles that would accompany the astral body within the Merkaba. The gene activation was necessary so as to allow for the mutation of the DNA that would allow her body to release some of her particles and then reintegrate them without destroying them later on

The Elders informed her that this process was necessary for her to be able to travel so far within the Merkaba and make it back to her body without mishaps as the particles would act as a genetic map reintegrating the shell that was destined to hold them, a process akin to genetic imprinting. They assured her that she would be safe and should be grateful for the chance bestowed upon her to accomplish this trip. She realised that it was indeed a beautiful gift from the Source to be granted the possibility of ascending while still alive.

Once the trip over, she maintained very few actual memories, however, of the Ascension trip and what she had found out behind the veil was now part of a hazy string of memories that resurfaced from time to time. She remembered the appeal of the remainder of her body when she had left it to travel within the Merkaba as it had remained on Earth scared, disoriented and incapable of taking care of itself properly. She remembered the beautiful blue beings that had surrounded her with tokens of love, compassion and empathy for humankind.

She wished she could repeat the experience again but the blueprint of the Merkaba was no longer given to her by the Ancient ones. It was as if this was a preliminary test that they had allowed and despite her various appeals to them they remained aloof and did not transfer this information to her unconscious mind anymore. She wondered whether she would have to seek the help of a hypnotist in order to retrieve the blueprint or at least some memories of that beautiful Ascension trip she had made but somehow something always stopped her from pursuing this for now.

Every full moon night, she would look up at the skies and sigh as the looming moon reminded her of what it was like to be in the skies among the planets. One day, she swore to herself, she would travel again within a new Merkaba she would build. She would perform her kinetic dances again appealing to the cosmic dancer to grant her once more the knowledge of the right steps so that she could build up the appropriate energy waves required for the weaving of the Merkaba. She knew that sometime in the near future the Elders would come back to her and reveal the pattern to her again as she had been feeling their presence of late. She smiled up at the moon that seemed to smile back at her.

 

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We are all astronauts – Ether

 

Tireless tides

Tireless tides

15 October 2018

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Random scars

Redesigned patterns

On our minds

Winding pits

Our arms gallery of fate

Tokens of our faith

 

Renewed vows

Gathered in the soul

Leaning trees

Quaking knees

The heart a banner to hold

Lessons for the bold

 

Moon and Earth

Took us through new mirth

Increasing

Tireless tides

On shores where we stood our grounds

Feet shaking heart still

 

Reading of the poem: 

Sweet dreams – Emily browning

Sad sighs in between

Sad sighs in between

October 1, 2018

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From your bosom’s share

You gave me a piece of sun

Dazzling in bright frame

 

In free gift of self

Willingly you gave me light

Through dark winter night

 

Nights and days relayed

Sensations everlasting

Heart at the center

 

Head preoccupied

Thoughts roaming free now unwind

Windmills in the mind

 

From my toil and care

I gave you a piece of moon

Reflected in eyes

 

In poet’s retort

Unknowingly I gave spleen

Sad sighs in between

 

Reading of the poem: 

Anamorphic – Lights & Motion

Sums of nothingness

Sums of nothingness

26 August 2018

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They flew in bosom

Starry eyed children from home

Otherworldly trace

 

Mother stilled my heart

Creepers exhaled wilderness

Petals hung in air

 

Old garlands crumbled

Yesterday’s gods lived no more

Peace an outsider

 

Carved doors stayed ajar

Valleys and hills relayed height

Journeys dispelled fear

 

Moonbeams carried sight

Into the night I rode lone

Withered traces swept

 

Retracing mindscape

Counting footsteps I gathered

Sums of nothingness

 

Reading of the poem: 

Here without You – 3 Doors Down

 

 

Stormy weather stains

Stormy weather stains

23 February 2018

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Lightning strikes on plains

The dark one losing his gains

Expunged all our pains

 

Desert landscapes sigh

Behold the thundering sky

Truth is born from lie

 

Haughty mares shake manes

Dragons’ blood courses through veins

Sun and moon in lanes

 

Spirits soaring high

Eagles and falcons now fly

Nature to comply

 

The gleaming moon wanes

Willing the skies as it rains

Stormy weather stains

 

Reading of the poem: 

Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) ~ Native Song

Drums of Thunder (Native American Music) Mountain Spirits

Calming Native American Flute over Thunderstorm

Gathering the clouds

Gathering the clouds

21 February 2018

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Dream catcher

Weaving in moonlight

Steadfast light

Strange the night

The bride clad in eerie white

In the dark watcher

 

No regrets

Water roars in streams

Rivulets

In my dreams

Twenty three undone in seams

Twirling violets

 

Baleful looks

In between the books

She watches

Through the crowds

Sprinkled garlands of white shrouds

Gathering the clouds

 

Reading of the poem: 

Water shaman – Shaman Drum Journey & Koshi bells – Tantra Music | Calm