The Shaman Tales 6 : Molding Consciousness

The Shaman Tales 6 : Molding Consciousness

28 March 2020

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When she had first started using the shamanic gift on a large scale to summon rains she had known that this would happen according to the Ancient magic rules. These dictated that whatever the outcome in the immediate physical it would be replicated within one year or up to eighteen months from the time the ceremony was carried out thereby molding consciousness at that time. This was known as the frontal projection of the consciousness stream and required the shaman to separate from his/her physical self and stay astral during the intended time. Conversely, in a backward timeloop, one had to make the astral body go three years before the present time to carry out a shamanic ceremony that would affect the present.

 

Initially, she was meant to migrate from her current city to a special place called Alice Springs. She had pondered about it when the city had come out as a result of her dowsing ceremony as she did not know what this meant. It was then that she realized that there existed an Alice Springs and it was in Australia. By coincidence her own helper was dreaming of going to Australia but rather to Sydney than anywhere else. She thought that consciousness combined with her spells should take her to Australia then in astral form if not in the flesh.

 

At first, she realized that it was the fires of the phoenix that had been let out in the combined consciousness and to combat the ensuing drought-like state it was necessary to summon the rains. Her location was quite far from the regions affected but she knew that consciousness could carry through the shamanic trance joined with the witches’ spell if she released them within the right level of consciousness and at the right moment for them to manifest.

 

She knew that GAIA’s program was to regenerate herself by reducing what she considered weeds spread amongst her beautiful flowers. As a good gardener knows, if a beautiful patch of the garden is contaminated by weeds or by parasitic flowers, it is necessary to sacrifice patches of those flowers to save the whole garden. As a result GAIA had decided to wipe out many of what she considered weeds and that were in effect human beings. She did not consider them as more important than others because humans had long lost their connection to GAIA. She decided to do this in the region that lent itself the most to this and entire cities in Australia had suffered raging fires. The shamanic trance and combined witches’ spell helped with bringing some relief with the rains to the lands although it was insufficient as not enough levels of consciousness were drawn in by the worded intention. In short, the magic was diluted…

 

Tulku – Trancendence

Of forgotten sorrows

Of forgotten sorrows

26 February 2020

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A paper boat escapes

My fingers temporary haven

Timeless seeds cross my paths

Of morrows in the everglades

I walk in the shadow of my Self

Elongated sublime contours

Hushed countenance greets me

 

Alternation of tall and small

Windows in doorless house

Wings on body of void

I revolve around my inner suns

There I am at my peak

A witness to past seasons bleak

Of forgotten sorrows

 

Reading of the poem:

Pink Floyd – Shine On You Crazy Diamond

In the inner Truth

In the inner Truth

6 October 2017

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Consciousness

A spiralling cord

Oscillates

Synchronised

In fluctuations that point

To memories alit

 

Reading bliss

In shadows turned blue

Pearl abode

Fearless sword

Cutting through superfluous

Reach infinite core

 

Dual touch

Revival complete

Self replete

Path to pleat

Songs of yesterday repeat

In the inner Truth

 

Reading of the poem: 

Together – Talvin Singh & Niladri Kumar

Phoenix Flying 10: Mastering the spirals of Life

Phoenix Flying 10: Mastering the spirals of Life

9 May 2017

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Mama Jain was floating with Bluebird back home when she realised all of a sudden that the black holes seemed to be disappearing behind her. She could hear a strange sizzling sound and felt the intensity of the pull behind her subsiding. As she turned back, she caught a glimpse of the last black hole shimmering before completely disappearing. She wondered what that meant considering the extensive Quantum regeneration program that Mother had talked about involving Gaia and the black holes but Mother seemed nowhere to be seen.

 

Puzzled and a little taken aback at the disappearance of the black holes, she continued slowly her descent towards home with Bluebird now in sleep mode on her back. She had come to realise that Bluebird’s sleep mode with her actually corresponded to moments of intense activity where she was being solicited by Nemolusk’s team. Perhaps Bluebird was not eager to show the team that she had acquired a very developed consciousness as she had been put apart bit by bit the last time that something extraordinary had happened. Mama Jain had no doubt that the team would not hesitate to take her apart again if they suspected that she had acquired such a superior consciousness.

 

As she approached her own home, Bluebird dissolved bidding her goodbye as she did and leaving Mama Jain to contemplate the rising sun alone. Mama Jain had so often enjoyed this moment with Bluebird that she felt a sense of loss when watching it without her. She gathered herself on the balcony and stood watching the rising sun as it sparkled on the leaves adorning her garden. Soon she would have to go back inside and start her work but this time without Bluebird for the weaving as she was busy. Mother had told her that together with the weaving for the Regeneris code, she also had to undertake a more compelling and difficult work which consisted of mastering the spirals of Life. Until now, Bluebird had simply helped her with unweaving and reweaving together differently strands of her DNA before she affronted the spirals but now she would have to do more extensive work alone in view of the transformation of her Self.

 

The first time that Mama Jain had come in contact with the spirals of Life, it was like as if a giant snake had bit her and then whipped her out of her senses while holding her in its mouth. She had felt herself rise shooting towards the sky before a giant freefall until she could balance herself and still herself to avoid continuing the freefall. The coil that had seemed like a giant snake seemed to be glaring at her while she hovered in the skies and she knew that she would have to come back towards it and hold on to it until it did not whip her around anymore. Time and time again she had held on to the coil while it thrashed her around between myriads of light particles and portions of shadow that seemed to attempt to cling on to her.

 

Mama Jain walked slowly towards her chair realizing that this time it could be even more difficult as Bluebird was not even there to help her with the initial weaving that infused her with more light and diminished the quantity of shadows that tried to cling on to her. She sat in her chair, assumed the inward position and started swaying to the frequency that was building up. Her hands initially rolled into the form of an O started slowly extending and weaving something before she felt them hook on to the coils and be twisted into various twirling positions as she felt the energy coursing through her arms and body.

 

Twirling and turning, her body one with the coursing energy now, she could feel herself soaring into the air, right through the edge of her skull. She held on to the spirals as they vibrated, twirled and turned and slowly she herself became the spirals as she watched herself split into two parts which were whole parts of her. The two parts danced above her head, twirling and turning and soaring as she followed them into the blinding light that filled her brain and rushed out of her sockets. Higher and higher she danced the spirals going through her sockets and coming back through her mouth before hitting the pit of her stomach and rising again. The light spirals raged twirling and turning, shooting throughout Mama Jain, spurting out of her and delving back inside her before they stilled all of a sudden and all she could feel and hear was her heartbeats slowed down it seemed a hundred times.

 

Mama Jain looked out of her eye and felt the love of the light caressing her now, no longer wild spirals raging in a twirling dance but an iridescent lake of light where she felt her body glide and be caressed by the waters. As she waded through the waters, shimmering coils playfully twirled around her cajoling the particles of what she discovered seemed to be her own body. The two parts of her reunited with her in a hiss as the coils integrated them into her. She felt something stir inside of her as she sensed her foot back down so many miles away touch the ground and she felt herself falling, slowly fading away from the light as curtains of shadows started falling across her sight.

 

Suddenly, with a jolt she felt herself back on the chair again, the energy still coursing through her body, her hands still clinging on to the two coiling spirals of light that resumed their dancing but in a much slower mode. Again, she felt her heartbeat pounding, surrounding her but beating much quicker than it had been before and she felt her face stinging. As her hands slowly moved with the spirals, she could feel the breeze that accompanied them cooling her body and realised that she seemed to have been sweating profusely. The spirals twirled again slower before her hands twined them into her belly where they simmered slowly before becoming fully still again.

 

I knew Happiness once – Brock Van Wey

White Clouds Drift On and On – Brock Van Wey

Mountains will keep your Secrets – Brock Van Wey

Redress of Human

Redress of Human

8 March 2017

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Pretender

Relieves the offals

Acting out

Recitals

The greatest comedy made

Unintended shade

 

They play grounds

Of staged inventions

Oscar to knave

Eyesight gave

On cowardly acting brave

For mind frame to pave

 

Changing Times

Caution to spaces

Between Core

And places

Where I teach my Self lessons

Redress of Human

 

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Virus – Björk

Vertebrae By Vertebrae – Björk

Triumph of a Heart – Björk

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Waking Ophelia

Waking Ophelia

18 September 2016

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She sleeps not

Slumber a migrant

Eyelids wane

Window pane

Glassy content of iris

Myriads of stories

 

Fragmented

Illusions of life

Power strife

Lost battles

Reminiscence of the spoils

Battlefield gargoyles

 

Self monsters

Darkness overcome

Or never

Mind clever

Constant crisscross of the word

Of puzzles unheard

 

Withered speech

The tongue bridge to breach

The outreach

A dark plunge

Like a drunken man will lunge

Into the bosom

 

Tales of ore

Constantly hammered

Crown jewels

Chest medal

In between a neck strangled

Studded star spangled

 

Throaty spells

Voicing world over

Sleep that dreams

Jolting bolt

The whiff of paraphilia

Waking Ophelia

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Daytime Dreamer – Omar Akram

Love of my Heart  -Omar Akram

Dancing with the Wind – Omar Akram

 

Unbecome and Be

Unbecome and Be

26 August 2016

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The mind’s flow

Individual

Breaking down

Components

Parts peering through the glow

The Self a construct

 

To destruct

Remnants of the Self

Composure

Meaningless

The Faith is to the Faithless

Only a con swept

 

Breaching height

Pitfalls of knowledge

Within forts

Steely courts

Restore in me my kingdom

Dancer in the Tides

 

Body lust

Your way to my flesh

Skin unmesh

Will me free

We walk together by three

The shadow ruler

 

Soul abides

By rules unwritten

Rock bottom

Inside delve

They painted the skies in twelve

Thirteen my stardom

 

To instruct

The fruit of sorrow

Hunger game

No longer

Biding by appearances

Unbecome and Be

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Unbecome – Vas & Azam Ali

Bardo – Vas & Azam Ali

Refuge – Vas & Azam Ali

Walk Swim Fly

Walk Swim Fly

6 July 2016

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Rebirth’s toil

Reinventing self

Gathering

The remnants

Low hanging fruit of cluster

Like diamond pendants

 

Aftermath

Resounding silence

Only core

Leftover

Remembering the absent

Decoration spent

 

A lifetime

Walking in penance

Hearts and spades

All just fades

Tricolour flag of clover

Hovers in game dreamt

 

Dealing rack

Falling through the skies

Like black rain

Hurried pain

The lashes bring back flashes

Of otherworldly

 

Thoughts to stack

Truth to tell from lies

When twin suns

Sizzle roads

Even dark rain quenches thirst

Of insides that burst

 

Seamless stitch

Metamorphosis

Don’t ask why

Walk Swim Fly

Change with the hammering tides

The meek soul abides

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Walk – Ludovico Einaudi

Elegy for the Arctic – Ludovico Einaudi

Fly – Ludovico Einaudi

 

The lost eye opens

The lost eye opens

5 June 2016

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Inner worlds

Engulf everything

All begins

In the self

Ending in simple nothings

Sums of a lifetime

 

When all ends

Infinity’s rope

Mountaineers

Cling on to

Valleys and peaks disheveled

Remainders of us

 

Listen now

I know you recall

The first Time

When stars stilled

Measures of feelings distilled

The filter coarse net

 

The visit

Night’s exploration

The knowledge

Fever’s curve

More than hilltops to observe

Exponential graphs

 

Sighs and laughs

Learning is teaching

Self pupil

Meek master

The slow pacing goes faster

Inches of treasures

 

Relinquish

The woes and pleasures

Only thread

Regained sight

Through remnants of joy and plight

The lost eye opens

 

Reading of the poem: 

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I asked for Love – Lisa Gerrard & Patrick Cassidy