In rolls of thunder

In rolls of thunder

2 March 2018

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From dim skies

Grey landscapes emerge

Purge of white

Faltering

The dark clouds in the skies surge

Backdrop upheaval

 

Flying kites

Shaking in the skies

Black ribbons

Unwinding

Pitter patter reminding

Of mice alike men

 

Lightning strikes

Hearts flutter a while

Blood curdles

Ravens swarm

Above plains drenched hereunder

In rolls of thunder

 

Reading of the poem:

Thunder Spirit (Native american music)

In between two minds

In between two minds

18 February 2018

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She watched as the visions of her invoking the rain unfolded but she was not determined yet to bring them into this reality. She surmised that when she had first stopped the rains with the combined effect of her worded intent and the shamanic trances with their resulting phoenix fires she had been fully possessed with the wrath of the phoenix so it had resulted in a heightened output of drought. The result was not just a cessation of rains but also a heightened temperature that was very unlikely for the season. She realised that for now she was only fully willing to bring in some winds to cool the otherwise unbearable temperature.

She came out of her trance and looked around her. She had to admit that even if it weren’t for the fact that she was in between two minds it would be difficult for her to bring back the rains on the land. They had indeed stripped her garden of its tall trees that had given her a connection to Gaia and she knew it was not possible for her to do the raindance in one of the parks where there were trees as people around her might call the police thinking her crazy. She wondered whether the smaller shrubs in her garden could give her a connection that was strong enough to allow the intent to penetrate Gaia’s core.

She knew that without Gaia’s collaboration even the strongest of Shamans would need at least a month in order to invoke rain after activation of the wrath of the phoenix which had released its flames into the atmosphere. She realised that having the rains come after the rainy season, especially if that season had been incredibly warm would seem too odd and perhaps someone would notice the discrepancies and that would create more problems for her. She wondered whether she should invoke the rain at all as her projects had still not come to fruition and she was not sure they would not interfere again in her life making it unbearable.

That night she went to bed early as the Mother had told her she wanted her to be available for a journey. As she fell asleep, she saw the beautiful face of the Mother who guided her and told her that she needed to journey to the land of ravens to make up her mind and see what sources of connection to Gaia she could use to manifest her intent into the world. Several months ago, the Mother had already told her that the beginning of the manifestation was by the written word that was like a magic scripture and that further intent with shamanic intensity as well as connection to Gaia had to be put in to manifest any reality that was linked to Gaia.

As she walked in the dream she saw ravens collect around her and some sat on her head and shoulders. They cawed loudly as she swayed to the hypnotic music that played somewhere in the distance. It was a mixture of drum beats and flute that echoed strangely across the empty lands. The ravens cawed in unison to the music and then rose above her head to form a swirling circle that looked like a whirlpool. While she gazed at the whirlpool she saw within it red poppies, bougainvillae and roses. The Mother told her that these would be her connection to Gaia and that she would need to hold the bougainvillae or the roses while she was doing the shamanic dance so that it would be more effective.

She wondered why the Mother had not simply told her which connection to use for Gaia but the Mother told her that Gaia like all other living beings had her own free will and chose freely how to connect with humans. That choice could only be voiced to humans in an altered state of consciousness through the portal that ravens created which is why she had had to journey to the land of ravens otherwise also known as the land in between mundane reality and the Netherworld. It was a land that one visited when in shamanic trance or within dreams. The Mother also told her that she would need to make up her mind on what she really wanted to do as manifesting something only worked when one was totally convinced that one wanted it to happen.

She shook her head and looked around her as she woke up from the dream. She was not sure she wanted to invoke the rain but at the same time she knew that if she kept the wrath of the phoenix alive then the land would be scorched in a few months as the temperature would keep rising higher. She realised that it would be easier if her projects had been fully successful as she could then be relaxed and dedicate her time to a successful outcome instead of being in between minds about the weather and not manifesting the rain.

She looked out of the window and pitch black met her gaze as there were no street lamps near her house and the moon was hidden. She squared her shoulders and looked back inside the room at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was tired and drawn. She needed to make up her mind on whether to carry out the shamanic dance using the points of connection shown in her dream. She could feel the Mother hovering in the air behind her. She hid her face in her hands for a few seconds and then turned to face the Mother…

 

The Call For Total Surrender – Byron Metcalf & Steve Roach

Meanings of the Light

Meanings of the Light

31 May 2017

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Inspire me

Icicles forming

Around stars

Swallowed through

The lungs throbbing in new hue

Rainbow pastures fly

 

We don’t die

Realms of Unity

Breaking forth

Forts us hold

We listen to stories told

On brink of shadows

 

Raise in rows

The withered and small

Hear the call

Overhaul

Fluttering ravens recall

Meanings of the Light

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Race – Thirty seconds to Mars

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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The Last One Knowing

The Last One Knowing

1 January 2017

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In owing

Release of the debt

Centuries

Pile old trees

The new orchards growing wild

Garden of the child

 

The eye sees

Beyond the regret

Unending

Unbending

Flames flickering extending

Uneven hearts fret

 

We walk slow

In rhythm of glow

Candles light

Ravens flight

Pathways of morrows showing

The Last One Knowing

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Last One – Audiomachine

 

The for never more

The for never more

8 September 2016

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The gowns flow

Like rivers of lime

Committed

The seventh crime

Nine gates carry to the rhyme

That unfolds in Heart

 

Renewed start

In seasons squared root

The owls hoot

To the moon

They speak of wish dead too soon

In folds of the night

 

Brief respite

Encounters of lips

In the dark

Shadows lisp

Unheard names before the lark

Chirps to the unseen

 

Ravens bleed

Velvet of the night

They hop low

Like a crow

Three blackbirds join in the show

Clipped wings fly too slow

 

Consensus

Gleaning compromised

By free will

Flown downhill

Through the aisle like corpse reeling

Loss of the feeling

 

Wrapping up

Loose ends that flutter

Gifts resist

Grim gutter

Words that Heart will not utter

The fornever more

 

Reading of the poem: 

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I’ll remember you – Sophie Zelmani

Waiting for the Miracle to come – Sophie Zelmani

Stay with my Heart – Sophie Zelmani

 

I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine

I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine

28 July 2016

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Meet me at stark midnight when the ravens are high

The tides walk my footsteps on a ravenous ledge

Where the dark meets the light on neither ground nor sky

Where the talk slips from preps gone to school of the edge

 

The clueless will flounder their thin minds a sheer fall

In brinks of no longer within a troubled sleep

Thickets a dire pounder no deep grasp to recall

Their greed getting stronger as the walls set so steep

 

Relinquish the doorways what goes in will come out

The will is in heartpath not within steely mind

The caves flourish subways from bare digging we flout

Brittle veins in bloodbath as hearts open they grind

 

Show me the avenues that carry your heart’s mine

I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Change – Poets of the Fall

No End no Beginning – Poets of the Fall

Dawn – Poets of the Fall