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

The Woven Life 2 : Bubbles of liberty

The Woven Life 2 : Bubbles of liberty

19 March 2020

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She wove conscientiously the points keeping in mind most of the time the greatest good of all. She knew that some of what she wove would not be witnessed in her time but in eons to come. Other parts of what she wove were for immediate results or results on the short or medium term. In the beginning it had been disappointing that the desires she had did not have an immediate resolution but she had learnt to accept this. She looked upon her task as a humanitarian one as she was weaving a better consciousness. She wondered how many out there were like her weaving a better series of connections into the collective consciousness.

 

Sometimes, her old shadows returned and she would need to stop the weaving during those days. That could mean no weaving for several days in a row. She always wondered whether her consciousness would still be connected so closely with the collective consciousness to affect it in a significant way or if these days of absence would have weakened the contact. Every time she had such doubts they were dispelled immediately when she returned to weave for the greatest good of all and saw the almost immediate results. She wondered how she could cope with her shadow selves to bring them out to the light and no longer have to sit in between all the time. This would allow her to keep weaving every day instead of having to make a pause.

 

One day she caught herself talking to one of her shadow selves that had strayed into the room. It was no longer lurking behind her as they always tended to do when they manifested, watching her, thinking she was unaware of their presence or pretending they thought that. She normally would only observe them and try to fill them with light but they would take cover, literally and refuse to be dissolved most of the time although she had been able to lighten a couple of them. Today however, she decided to talk to the one who had unwittingly strayed into the room.

 

  • Why do you need to provoke the advent of darkness, she said
  • Because that is what we are made of, she answered
  • But you are me and if you are me, you cannot be made of darkness for I am light
  • There is no light without darkness so therefore if you are light, we have to be darkness
  • Will you always exist? Is there no end to some of you?
  • Who knows? You have taken such liberty with the self that there is so much light. We have kept some to ourselves. It is our bubbles of liberty where we choose to express the colours grey and black. Are they not colours too? Why refuse them? Surely as an artist you should know that a palette must be complete? How would you paint the night without us? Or the ravens or the dark clouds if not for those colours?

 

She thought to herself that she must be right. She should perhaps leave them these bubbles of liberty.

 

Björk – jóga / State of Emergency

The winter bearer

The Winter bearer

24 March 2017

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Across streams

Weaving the pathway

From Faith’s threads

Rolling heads

I pull on strings of yearning

The hearts’ chords churning

 

Into dreams

I shun dark away

Blue lighthouse

Frolicking

Twister and rain mimicking

Queen dancing for King

 

I bore Ring

Amulet of Earth

Totems wild

Bore me child

In wilderness I store her

The Winter bearer

 

Reading of the poem:

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Old Skin – Ólafur Arnalds ft. Arnór Dan

A Stutter – Ólafur Arnalds feat. Arnor Dan

No Other – Ólafur Arnalds feat. Arnór Dan

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Internal workings

Internal workings

23 September 2015

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Internal workings

External connections build

The weave of dreamers

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The meltdown begins

Pursuit of inner core Truth

External movements

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Breathing in fires

Awakening Netherworld

Outside meets Inside

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Baring the dark parts

Embracing connectedness

Reshaping the core

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Internal flying

Rediscovering the realms

Upper meets lower

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Like fluid honey

As a Love’s gift to the world

Let your essence drip

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Between Dark and Light

Choose not the extreme measures

Be only Balance

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Find in you patience

Emerging from the bondage

No one-step matters

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Choose it long and wise

Walking level or on edge

Only your own path

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Love destiny make

Lose yourself to find yourself

Flow like a River

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Are we done hiding?

Are we done hiding ?

28 August 2015

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Across time’s slumber

Within weave of web so deep

Our souls will step in

 

I know you read me

My voice a confused whisper

That your soul would hear

 

Your heart reaches out

Entangled in desire

Body through soul speaks

 

I feel your hunger

Ravishing every photon

That in me vibrates

 

Soul’s vision derails

Optical nerves’ wrong eyesight

Of pining unreal

 

Mind wanders to thoughts

Of your possibilities

Tangled past present

 

Close or far you weigh

This urge to delay outcomes

Of intricate tasks

 

Hush, let it shape slow

This second sight of union

Between our two forms

 

I see you, it fades

Intermittent visions shine

Are we done hiding?

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Dance into the Wild

Dance into the Wild

10 August 2015

 

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Darkness splits from light

Silver rays of moon beckon

Unseen worlds will rise

 

Melodies clamour

Weaving a way through time’s space

Words respond entranced

 

Entwining souls meet

On the edge of horizons

Where Truths defeat lies

 

Skin from skin twitching

Palpable as volts shiver

Through frames fitted pair

 

Night breathes out softly

Moistness of lovers’ embrace

Breathing wilderness

 

Break away from day

As crows and nightingales bond

Dance into the Wild

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