Invoking the Mother

Invoking the Mother

26 July 2020

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She had seen it in a dream as vividly as she was now seeing the sun shining outside. It was time for the Mother to come fully into this Earth and accomplish her work from the inside. It was time for her to purge the Earth so that balance may be restored on a higher plane than what could be achieved in the present state of affairs. Mother had always been a patron of the innocent and the weak and although she presented a terrifying face to her adversaries, she reverted back to her more gentle nature when the battle was over and she was faced only with the innocent. She was a force of destruction as far as evil was concerned but maintained her motherly attributes as far as the innocent were concerned and so far too many innocent had been suffering.

 

The Mother needed a vessel to carry her consciousness and she had carefully prepared for this for several years now. The vessel needed to have a segmented mind where part of the consciousness of the Mother could be downloaded while the rest of the mind could house the consciousness of the vessel itself. She was willing to be that vessel and had meditated using the kundalini technique in order to split her own mind. Although this had been painful and not without its consequences, she reflected that it would all be worth it once the Mother was there. The Mother’s consciousness, even though in part, could only be stored in nine fragmented parts of the vessel’s mind with the vessel’s own mind dwelling in the tenth part, which is why it had taken her years to reach that level of fragmentation and dissociation without totally losing her sanity.

 

The tools used for the ceremony to invoke the Mother to complete the downloading of her consciousness into her were not unlike those used to invoke the Marid except that there was no need for a protective circle and the candles used were red and black. The red represented the blood or primordial life form and the black represented the void from which all consciousness derived. There was already a fragment of the Mother inside a part of her consciousness and this guided her in disposing the red and black candles around the circles of aging blood also known as menstrual blood and those of fresh blood from her pricked finger. She sat naked amid the circles with the trident marked in blood on her forehead and the same marked in blood around the area of her navel and started the chanting. Soon the Mother would appear and all the evil on the Earth would slowly start to disintegrate. It might take its time and would probably take its toll on her but at the end it would all be worth it.

 

Most powerful Shri Kali Sahasranama Stotram | 1008 names of Kali Maa | श्री काली सहस्त्रनाम स्तोत्रम

The love you give

The love you give

2 July 2020

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She did not see him often over whatsapp these days as he was usually busy with his work and then would just crash on his couch to forget the stress of the day. She felt she should ask him to be more available but it was only three months since they met on a dating site and she felt it might be premature to ask more of his time. She decided instead to be less available herself to avoid the feeling of discomfort she felt when waiting for him to be available. She thought it absurd that at the beginning of their relationship they should already be behaving like an old couple each with their own interests and hardly available for each other.

 

She could hear skype ringing in the background. She glanced at her laptop and saw that it was him. For some reason he did not seem to want to use whatsapp. Her finger paused over the answering button and she slowly withdrew it. She let the laptop ring again as he persisted. She slowly inched out of the view of the camera as if he could see her even without her answering the skype call. She wondered if she was being childish but then again she wanted to be needed and not always readily available at his beck and call while he had been so unavailable the past days.

 

She returned to her laptop once the skype call had stopped and started watching videos. Her whatsapp starting ringing and she could see it was him again. She almost answered before checking herself and keeping her hands tightly to her sides. The phone buzzed and she could see it was him again. A message appeared on her screen “Where are you. I need to talk to you”. She could hardly contain herself so she made a trip to the bathroom where she plucked her eyebrows conscientiously.

 

She returned after a while. There were several messages. She read through them slowly and one caught her attention. It said “I feel I don’t deserve you sometimes. I am just overwhelmed by the day’s work and hardly have any energy and you are always there with so much energy and kindness. I want to make it up to you, to be a better partner. I want to deserve you. The love you give, it is unique. Call me when you are free”. She smiled. Her finger hovered over the button to the right of his image. He seemed to look at her pleadingly. She pressed the button and saw his face come alive instantaneously. “Hi”…

 

Rumi ♡ – Choose Love

Initiation settled

Initiation settled

29 June 2020

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Looking glass flutters

Imagination runs wild

Hidden realms move slow

 

The will breaks the want

Clusters of thoughts roam alone

Happenstance strikes heart

 

Adventures beckon

Hearts of dragons follow suit

Maze in mind ensues

 

Flowers open buds

Colours explode in the skies

Codes of nature blend

 

Summertime weds spring

Beginning meets the ending

Meanings spring to light

 

The pathways dissolve

Initiation settled

primary resolve

 

Reading of the poem:

Stive Morgan – Nature Dance

Eyes seeing unseen

Eyes seeing unseen

27 June 2020

Courtesy the Iranian

 

Whirring soft

the wheels in motion

gather moss

as they roll

They pick up speed, lose control

from the momentum

 

Target lost

Blind aim untoward

they gather

second stones

ready now to break the bones

intention resolved

 

The victim

hair flowing downward

pining teen

chained to Earth

all but chest above the floor

eyes seeing unseen

 

 

In some Muslim countries, the women guilty of adultery or even of having an affair without being married are buried in the ground and stoned with the obvious result being death in most cases. Sickeningly in some countries even the victims of rape may sometimes be sentenced in the same way as adulterers or women having an affair. This poem is written to raise awareness of the conditions under which even a young teenager who would have been free to love in other countries may incur the death penalty and be stoned to death for the “crime” of being caught with her lover in isolation. I chose to accompany this poem with a beautiful video showing elements from the cosmos to emphasize the gulf that separates some people from the vastness of the cosmos.

 

Reading of the poem:

Lisa Gerrard – Space Weaver

Free of memories

Free of memories

25 June 2020

Courtesy stocksy united

 

I carried

the desert landscapes

into mind

All alone

I raised with them paths of stone

that heart will rewind

 

Grey lit dawns

Walks in nothingness

they remind

of my share

of all that I once held dear

vanished in thin air

 

See no fear

My eyes are laden

with the hope

of morrows

when heart expunges sorrows

free of memories

 

Reading of the poem:

♪ Stive Morgan – Solar Wind

Bigotry

Bigotry

24 June 2020

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Say woman

They will say demon,

holding tight

rosaries

the breath compressed as it flees

from their seething teeth

 

The blood seeps

Its way onto thighs

Preachers’ lies

escort it

animal to hide away

till the roll in hay

 

Changeling

The bosom upright

till night dawns

into age

the tautness gives in to sage

Silver crests the head

 

Lost the youth

Hymen thing of past

Who to judge

what will last?

When shoulders upright no more

unmarked then the whore

 

Hold the part

An act for two plays

rolls its ways

into world

we hoist up the sail unfurled

Emblem of our heart

 

Pick a tree

Pick a blooming side

They vote for

bigotry

eyes closed to our history

The unleveled ride

 

Reading of the poem:

Stive Morgan – Ice and Fire

Without you

Without you

23 June 2020

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Without you

the sun lost its warmth

jaded ball

it slithered

skulking beyond horizon

looking for your face

 

Without you

the rain lost its touch

The moss cringed

under it

as it seemed fire alit

by burning desires

 

Without you

the earth rotated

upside down

reverse spin

I heeded to rising din

all clamoured for you

 

Reading of the poem:

Only The Man – Shinnobu

Fly with me

Fly with me

21 June 2020

Courtesy Harvey Norman

 

Come with me

I’ll show you a place

where wisdom

unfettered

is all mind ever uttered

speaking through the heart

 

Walk with me

One nation One pace

let’s replace

all sorrow

with beauty brought by morrow

delving in the soul

 

Fly with me

into worlds of love

overturned

misgivings

driven by the mighty dove

into oblivion

 

Reading of the poem:

Paolo Nutini – Iron Sky [Abbey Road Live Session]

Woven threads

Woven threads

20 June 2020

Courtesy Stefan Gesell

 

Vivid glance

into depths of soul

Woven threads

knitted hearts

Whole to understand from parts

The wisdom in stance

 

The mind shreds

the knowledge amassed

forbearing

the dire times

when all gathered were but rhymes’

wayward wandering

 

The children

lost in midst of shores

between lands’

sand rivers

Bodies repressing shivers

that the day disbands

 

Reading of the poem:

Deuter – Temple Of Silence (Chillout Voices)

When the heart is clear

When the heart is clear

18 June 2020

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Smothered chest

night’s dark reflections

to ponder

I gathered

the dreamtime’s buried landscapes

into wake of day

 

The wonder

Decomposing nights

into day

Through the light

we often recover sight

when the dark is cleared

 

Bosom reared

handiwork of soul

From the start

to the end

it always knows what to mend

when the heart is clear

 

Reading of the poem:

Shinnobu – Heal me