The Shaman Tales 7 : The spells

The Shaman Tales 7 : The spells

2 April 2020

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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

Third path shone

Third path shone

26 March 2020

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Do you hear

The idle gossip?

Yesterday

Twined with lies

Waters that well in bosom

Reach out to my eyes

 

Two roads lay

Stretching unity

I lie low

Neither side

Beckoning tombstones prevail

I watch dead and wail

 

Third path shone

Middle traced by mind

I rewind

Path so kind

Gathered from my memories

For the h(u)/(ea)rt to (ceas)/(seiz)e

 

Reading of the poem:

Scorpions – Follow Your Heart (Official Lyric Video)

Scorpions – Send me an angel [Music Video]

Scorpions – Still Loving You [Lyrics + Traduction Française]

He moved with giant strides

He moved with giant strides

16 March 2020

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He thought that love was a battle

One to put as task

The chains and tools that he’d rattle

In the cage she’d bask

 

Envigored by resolution

He moved with giant strides

Yet it was the wrong solution

Strong the soul she rides

 

She beckoned to him taught him peace

Of leaves that mind did rake

Offered soul and heart to appease

The lady of the lake

 

Reading of the poem:

Agnes Obel – The Curse (Berlin Live Session)

Mind matters

Mind matters

19 February 2020

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Silent strides

Jogging memory

Reckoning

Mind matters

The urgency of appeal

To soul in tatters

 

Pick me whole

Speak me in silence

Strident seams

In my dreams

Stitching patchwork of nothings

Needle my finger

 

Guess my works

Hercules symbol

Of leisure

And Toil

Meaningless enigma spun

Across my chest throbs

 

Reading of the poem:

Are you there ? – Mono

Missing steps

Missing steps

18 February 2020

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Wandering

The mind follows bends

Of pathways

Yesterday

A walk in Netherland stride

Reckoning of wild

 

Wavering

Consciousness between

Allowed hues

Disowned blues

A patchwork of dreams

Uncovering streams

 

Plundering

In waves comes the greed

From the depths

Missing steps

The soul recovering sheen

Of forgotten spleen

 

Reading of the poem:

Over The Ocean – I Will Be Silent

Fragmentation of my mind

Fragmentation of my mind

15 February 2020

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Raindrops hue

Colourful dewdrops

Falling slow

On my head

Steps towards him led

Reign in confusion

 

Shout in sky

Eye a mouth to screech

No more air

Dragon’s lair

A place where I burn to be

Stillness in the stare

 

Counting slow

Things to leave behind

Wolf stammers

Owl stretches

Fragmentation of my mind

House of the Goddess

 

Reading of the poem:

Beyond the Invisible – Enigma

Winter lights

Winter lights

9 December 2018

winterlights 2
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When ghosts of yesterday

Play in the winter lights

Strewn across pavements

And the tired ferry

Bleeds across the winter skies

The winter fog clogs everything

Memories and hopes alike

Vanishing in thin air

Rising with the fog

Disappearing in the grey skies

A wisp of air in between two clouds

 

There is a patch of blue

Playing within my mind’s eye

Irresolute and hazy

 

There is a patch of blue

Playing within the clouds

Waiting to grow

 

Those seeds of blue

Washed from within the grey

With tokens of my Trust

Hang from within

Recesses of my mind

Where Hope and light meet

In a corner that was dark

That is now fed bright

By what lies within

Winter lights

 

Reading of the poem:

Hands be still – Olafur Arnalds