Centuries of gifts
13 June 2020
Walk with me
in meadows of green
I am witch
of the land
The time is but creeping sand
passing through fingers
Death lingers
on the land’s outskirts
Body hurts
as it breeds
swallows fears that it yet feeds
Dichotomy’s stance
The shining
Magic awoken
from my heart
to my hands
They give and don’t make demands
Centuries of gifts
Reading of the poem:
Antaeus – Kyrie
The Shaman Tales 7 : The spells
2 April 2020
At first there came the sound and then another and another making it a word. Then the mind looked into the heart and bound itself to it. Then the heart and mind bound breathed into the word and the spell came into being. It was as easy as that to create a spell. Was it that easy, she thought? Then of course it occurred to her that it was not that easy to bind the mind to the heart. It took years of practice just for the mind to be able to look properly into the heart, let alone bind itself to it. The magic was strongest though when the heart and mind were effortlessly bound together and remained that way.
Once the spell released into the outer world, it was important that this was picked up by strong consciousness points. These were essentially creative people because their hearts and minds were bound together and stayed so effortlessly. In the process of disseminating the effect of the spell, one creative person counted as a million individuals who were neither creative nor having looked into their hearts with their minds and bound them together. She knew anyway that it was rare for a person to have bound their heart and mind and not become a creative person as a result of that exercise so in general the target was creative people.
For the magic to work without her intervention, it was sufficient to have at least 10 creative people read or hear the spell. If they read and heard it, it was even more efficient. The more creative people who were involved in the reading or hearing of the spell, the better it worked. For some reason, the spell attained its peak when a million creative people read and heard it and from that point on, the magic mutated and did not have the same effect anymore. It was not that it worsened. It just became different and she always marveled to see what different effects could be obtained when the magic spell mutated.
Dead Can Dance – Kiko
Love token
5 May 2019
Two to tie
Within is without
Seven flags
Fly about
Rings of fire scorch the trees
Penitent on knees
Dragon’s lair
His smell in the air
Wings that lift
Nightly drift
Black holes guide to inner stare
His world here not there
Concealed might
Whispers in the night
He gifts me
Second sight
The Northern Star guides me right
My frame in his light
Magic tricks
Bosoms split in six
Spells that fix
Feathers mix
Bring together what was torn
One eyed king is born
Awoken
I am unbroken
He grants me
Love token
Three times soft words are spoken
His heart in my care
Spring has come
Lost weight of winter
Suns rays play
With my eye
From him I will never shy
Eagle of my sky
Reading of the poem:
Mute angels – Hammock
Cold front – Hammock
One Another – Hammock
The Frost chronicles 1 : The summoning of the Marid
21 January 2019
From the day she had heard the terrible news about her son she was distraught. A few weeks after the initial diagnosis she had realised that the insurance would not continue to pay the costs of the treatment. They paid only for the chemotherapy but not for the stem cell transplants nor for some of the blood and platelet transfusions. She had wondered where to get the money and had been desperate initially as her salary would not cover such huge costs but ultimately she had made up her mind to get the money by all means.
In the beginning she had sold off all her diamond jewelry she had acquired over the years but when that was not enough, she realised she needed more of the same as it was a very easy item to sell. She was unable to borrow any money or jewelry from her friends and had no family left to help her so she found herself in a desperate enough situation to resort to thinking of stealing the jewelry. She was no professional thief, however, and realised that most jewelry stores had too sophisticated security systems for her to be able to do anything without being immediately caught.
It was then that she remembered her knowledge of magic and of ancient spells to invoke beings that could be of use to her. She had quickly taken out her book of spells and found the one that invoked a powerful being which belonged to the class of jinns. It was called a Marid and was believed to be able to grant many wishes as well as to materialise items from one side of the Universe to the other. She ran to the local store and bought the candles required for the spell : six red candles, six white candles and six black candles. She disposed them around her in concentric circles, the black candles first, the red second and the white in the middle.
Within the first circle she put some drops of what was called ageing blood (menstrual blood) to attract the jinn into the circles, within the second circle she put a few drops of younger blood which she had taken from the small wound in her thumb where she had pricked it and within the last circle she drew the protective circle of rosemary, amber and frankincense based on the extracts of these items. She sat in the middle of the circles and recited the incantation « Allah shaoufni barooh shou matnakkar kamir » six times. Shortly after that she sensed the presence of the Marid which eventually whispered its secret name to her. This was the name to be used when calling upon it for services and it accepted to be bound to her ring.
After the ceremony, she carefully noted down the name of the Marid who had appeared and promised to herself that she would invoke him in a few days when it was the blood moon. The night of the blood moon, she wore the ring and disposed the candles around her. This time she only needed white candles as the initial summoning ritual had already been performed and this was only a call to the Marid to connect. The Marid answered her call immediately and as the wish formed in her mind, she watched amazed as her wish materialised into the circle as several beautifully cut large pear-shaped and round shaped diamonds.
Masked ball – Jocelyn Pook
The Shaman Tales 4: Summoning the rains
25 February 2018
She looked at the Mother squarely and could see that there was something the Mother wanted to say but was refraining from saying it. Softly she told the Mother that she had decided to bring the rains upon the land once again. The Mother told her that she was aware of it as this had already embodied into rain in the future that the Mother could see. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror and then turned back to the Mother again. She told her that she had hesitated a lot but then decided to do so because there were so many people who could be adversely affected by the growing heat if she let things go as they had started off with the fires of the phoenix. The Mother merely smiled at her.
She turned back again from the Mother and like in a self confession she whispered almost to herself that she had decided to use the techniques of the shamans of old. She knew from the Mother that first came the word that was used to invoke the right frame of Magic for the intent to manifest. She had therefore decided that she would use a couple of poems for the transition from the drought-like state to a state of rainy weather. She knew that the world of the physical had its own rules so it would not be possible to go straight from one to the other and therefore decided that she would first gather some white clouds and then darken them in order to bring the rain upon the land.
As instructed in earlier stages by the Mother she first released the worded embodiment of the manifestation she wished to create into the collective consciousness and then sought to manifest it by entering into a meditative state using the music that the Mother indicated to her as appropriate. The first step of gathering the clouds was successful and she looked happily at the fluffy white clouds in the sky that had only minutes earlier been blue and free of any type of clouds. As the clouds gathered in the sky, she smiled to herself thinking that this was indeed a step in the good direction.
She waited a couple of days for the situation to stabilise and then released the worded embodiment of a storm into the collective consciousness. This last wording however was released into a smaller number of individual components of the collective consciousness and she could therefore feel that it would be less successful. She decided nevertheless to pursue the intention of causing rain to fall upon the land and armed with her headphones and her mobile, she sat in the park where she could connect directly to Gaia. Once the headphones secured on her head, she started breathing slowly and regularly and drifted into the meditation.
The drums of thunder that accompanied the music of the flute lulled her to sleep and she felt herself sink slowly into an altered state of consciousness. As with each time she entered such a state she could see ravens all around her and hear them cawing to her. The ravens pointed to the middle of the sky where an eye revealed itself before tears started flowing from it. She realised that the tears were flowing in the form of rain and she could hear the sound of the thunderstorm in the music accompany aptly the sound of the falling rain. She opened her eyes and could see the rain falling from a dark brooding sky all around her onto the landscaped gardens of the park. She looked around her pleased with this achievement and smiled.
Native American – Music- (Rain dance)
Aeon Flux
4 February 2017
Tragedy
To transcend now free
Comedy
Let it Be
Grant us immortality
From your Memory
Shelter me
Code Eternity
Withered dove
Become Love
Fly through Metamorphosis
Unveil me Isis
Shift axis
Muscle relaxes
Through stillness
My witness
Power of three to harness
Six leaves to undress
Desert proves
In Lovers the moves
Fear that sucks
Feathers plucks
Spirit restores sacred tree
Be land of plenty
Grief to lose
Shaking off the noose
Golden goose
Now let loose
Shines the rays through cloven hooves
Dancing in the grooves
Fiat Lux
Light that raises lucks
Aeon Flux
Hen that clucks
The golden egg give to me
Love magic set free
Reading of the poem:
Não desistas de mim – Pedro Abrunhosa
Pontes entre nós – Pedro Abrunhosa
Ilumina me – Pedro Abrunhosa
The Cleopatra Tales 2: Divine Identity
Whisper to the stars
11-12 October 2016
The daybreak
Follows lengthy night
Wanderers
Scurry fast
Through winding alleys backstreets
Hidden dark retreats
Within lairs
They compose in wells
Ancient spells
The tongue tells
The belly full grows and swells
Dark composition
Transition
Cycle of ages
The sages
Welcome change
The fools depths of Earth derange
My kingdom will come
Tired humdrum
Lusterless tragic
Poor magic
Stains my name
The wild children mine to tame
Chains of wicker break
Souls to wake
The lids silent monk
Bosom shake
Like Tree trunk
Leaves of yesteryear to rake
Dim path to the Lake
The Heart spake
Tongue of stone mountains
Concealing
Galleries
Revel in what’s revealing
Whisper to the stars
Reading of the poem:
Gravity of Love – Enigma
Sitting on the Moon – Enigma
Silence must be heard – Enigma
Return to Innocence – Enigma
Temple of Love – Enigma
Prism of Life – Enigma
Goodbye Milky Way – Enigma
Dissolution Time
9 August 2016
Mind racking
Shelves of solutions
Magic books
Sever hooks
Tales twisted by clever crooks
Opportunities
Spell woman
Spirit spells nothing
Only heart
Shines bright through
The key to skies in the clue
Code in the heart’s light
Eye sees spark
The heart sees morrows
Brittle ends
Beginning
Crossing over skulls and bones
Into new alleys
Shiver hard
I breed menestrels
Wilting bard
Composes
More than the feat of Moses
Dreamtime creation
Chimera
Bellerophon slays
We have ways
Set in skies
Splitting they shatter the lies
Breaking all the ties
Desperate
Measures peak at noon
Dissolution Time
In the rhyme
Where the quakes meet pantomime
Replicating chime
Reading of the poem:
La Paloma (No More) – Elvis Presley
Only You – Elvis Presley (The Platters)
It’s Now or Never – Elvis Presley
Every magic word
15 May 2016
Our burdens
The sum of sorrows
We carry
Their dead gait
Knees caving under the weight
Of wasted morrows
Open heart
Let the sorrow drip
Like the rain
Kissing Earth
See in their embrace rebirth
Of inner children
We were once
The kings of playgrounds
Our chests bare
Laid down hair
The dark stringent marks of Time
Still unwoven threads
Soul carefree
We danced with the winds
That shook fierce
All the fires
Within heart carving desires
The mind a wild bird
Bleak routine
Settling in with hooks
Anchored us
Rooted feet
Day by day we faced defeat
Of the larky times
The dreams dreamt
They are lost in mists
Read in books
Blown in winds
Paper scattered now rescinds
Every magic word
Reading of the poem:
Profumo di donna – Enrico Rava
Mi ritorni in mente – Enrico Rava
Spleen – Enrico Rava and Richard Galliano