In between two minds

In between two minds

18 February 2018

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She watched as the visions of her invoking the rain unfolded but she was not determined yet to bring them into this reality. She surmised that when she had first stopped the rains with the combined effect of her worded intent and the shamanic trances with their resulting phoenix fires she had been fully possessed with the wrath of the phoenix so it had resulted in a heightened output of drought. The result was not just a cessation of rains but also a heightened temperature that was very unlikely for the season. She realised that for now she was only fully willing to bring in some winds to cool the otherwise unbearable temperature.

She came out of her trance and looked around her. She had to admit that even if it weren’t for the fact that she was in between two minds it would be difficult for her to bring back the rains on the land. They had indeed stripped her garden of its tall trees that had given her a connection to Gaia and she knew it was not possible for her to do the raindance in one of the parks where there were trees as people around her might call the police thinking her crazy. She wondered whether the smaller shrubs in her garden could give her a connection that was strong enough to allow the intent to penetrate Gaia’s core.

She knew that without Gaia’s collaboration even the strongest of Shamans would need at least a month in order to invoke rain after activation of the wrath of the phoenix which had released its flames into the atmosphere. She realised that having the rains come after the rainy season, especially if that season had been incredibly warm would seem too odd and perhaps someone would notice the discrepancies and that would create more problems for her. She wondered whether she should invoke the rain at all as her projects had still not come to fruition and she was not sure they would not interfere again in her life making it unbearable.

That night she went to bed early as the Mother had told her she wanted her to be available for a journey. As she fell asleep, she saw the beautiful face of the Mother who guided her and told her that she needed to journey to the land of ravens to make up her mind and see what sources of connection to Gaia she could use to manifest her intent into the world. Several months ago, the Mother had already told her that the beginning of the manifestation was by the written word that was like a magic scripture and that further intent with shamanic intensity as well as connection to Gaia had to be put in to manifest any reality that was linked to Gaia.

As she walked in the dream she saw ravens collect around her and some sat on her head and shoulders. They cawed loudly as she swayed to the hypnotic music that played somewhere in the distance. It was a mixture of drum beats and flute that echoed strangely across the empty lands. The ravens cawed in unison to the music and then rose above her head to form a swirling circle that looked like a whirlpool. While she gazed at the whirlpool she saw within it red poppies, bougainvillae and roses. The Mother told her that these would be her connection to Gaia and that she would need to hold the bougainvillae or the roses while she was doing the shamanic dance so that it would be more effective.

She wondered why the Mother had not simply told her which connection to use for Gaia but the Mother told her that Gaia like all other living beings had her own free will and chose freely how to connect with humans. That choice could only be voiced to humans in an altered state of consciousness through the portal that ravens created which is why she had had to journey to the land of ravens otherwise also known as the land in between mundane reality and the Netherworld. It was a land that one visited when in shamanic trance or within dreams. The Mother also told her that she would need to make up her mind on what she really wanted to do as manifesting something only worked when one was totally convinced that one wanted it to happen.

She shook her head and looked around her as she woke up from the dream. She was not sure she wanted to invoke the rain but at the same time she knew that if she kept the wrath of the phoenix alive then the land would be scorched in a few months as the temperature would keep rising higher. She realised that it would be easier if her projects had been fully successful as she could then be relaxed and dedicate her time to a successful outcome instead of being in between minds about the weather and not manifesting the rain.

She looked out of the window and pitch black met her gaze as there were no street lamps near her house and the moon was hidden. She squared her shoulders and looked back inside the room at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was tired and drawn. She needed to make up her mind on whether to carry out the shamanic dance using the points of connection shown in her dream. She could feel the Mother hovering in the air behind her. She hid her face in her hands for a few seconds and then turned to face the Mother…

 

The Call For Total Surrender – Byron Metcalf & Steve Roach

Building tomorrows’ smiles

Building tomorrows’ smiles

25 May 2017

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Breathing Life

Into lungs that singe

With dust rife

Blowing winds

Across the tides that ripple

With the waves of change

 

Weep the tears

Of togetherness

We confess

In duress

To moments of lone weakness

When target seems stalled

 

Mirror walled

The strength I muster

Breaking free

Shards recalled

Building tomorrows’ smiles

In the bees cluster

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Unity – Shinedown

New age contemplate

New age contemplate

26 August 2016

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Demonised

Fragmented postures

Body parts

Grave imparts

Millenary stoned landscapes

Bittersweet the grapes

 

Utilised

Necrotica whim

Dented skin

Body thin

Planted seed of the hunger

Deathbed to linger

 

Galvanised

Finding the divine

Inside shrine

Freedom thine

Body a mirror template

New age contemplate

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Return to Outremer – Irfan

Otkrovenie – Irfan

Star of the winds – Irfan

Feel through lips see through Heart the pain now gone

Feel through lips see through Heart the pain now gone

17 March 2016

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Remember the time you fit me like glove

The beach in our minds glistened under moon

We split the waters and gathered in love

Mastered tidal waves that ebbed all too soon

 

Fusion confusion wild horse and white dove

Through opposites strong wills do sway and swoon

Surrender, compromise to will above

Dark hour like light blaze stops shadows at noon

 

Take me to zero-point show me your face

Through mists that clear outline of Avalon

The mirror’s surface reflects sunken Grace

 

Rise above fumes of sorrow’s cloak you don

Come hither ease my frame out of white lace

Feel through lips, see through Heart the pain now gone

 

Reading of the poem: 

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La Genèse – Arman Amar

 

 

Breaking through

Breaking through

19 February 2016

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Wandering

In thoughts that shiver

Cold of World

That darkens

She stitches another yarn

Pitch black before dawn

 

Other half

Like jigsaw puzzle

I pick up

My pieces

A mirror broken in skies

Where I see through lies

 

Our hearts roam

Through the bitterness

Salted tears

Like sea’s foam

Lapping at our waking frames

Humanity’s games

 

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A blast wakes

I cry as it shakes

Illusion

Mind’s playground

Softly killing me he sighs

As the dreamtime dies

 

I know life

Like butter on toast

And lemon

Acid stings

Souls on life’s fire often roast

Soaring flames like wings

 

Working spells

From my hidden wells

I summon

Deadly rings

A ghostly place where he sings

Songs of Unity

 

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This dream’s realm

A slave’s marathon

I conjure

Hammer’s might

Broken ties I take to flight

I am running free

 

The saviour

Lies but within me

He flutters

Gaping hole

My soul ushers in its twin

Finally we’re whole

 

Breaking through

It comes with a price

Nailed across

No haggling

I paid it now more than thrice

Trinity’s auction

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Little boy in the grass – Aurora

Conqueror – Aurora

Murder song – Aurora

Half the World away – Aurora

I hear you calling (ballad version) – Aurora

Running with the wolves – Aurora

 

Into the light – Aurora

 

Truth mirror

Truth mirror

26 December 2015

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Be

Near far

Strong pillar

The Earth under

Still lesson of Hope

Frayed inking of Future

Forgotten wishes of Doubt

The space in between Certainties

Stark tainting of my soul that calls out

Seep through everything and its opposite

What you have within to come without

Flush gaps in these Uncertainties

Carry my frail voice in shout

See in me verb nurture

Flow in me to cope

Sustain blunder

Truth mirror

New star

Glee

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Aleah – Water and Wine

Aleah – Breathe

No Clear Mind – When You’re not Here

When youth and beauty did fade

When youth and beauty did fade

25 November 2015

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New found memories

Strike a chord in my heart’s lines

Gathering pieces

 

 

Yesterday’s pride spent

Remembering the playgrounds

Brings thoughts of penance

 

 

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Nymphs circled around

Clamouring for your presence

Emblem of beauty

 

 

Playful happenings

Jaded other waters swirled

A backdrop of rain

 

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Perhaps they will yet

Within Indian summer’s shade

Raise Love’s pedestal

 

 

Dance to beat of life

Mea culpa is the spin

Blue red purity

 

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Two freedoms entwine

Take the pulse of winds’ movements

Shattering waters

 

 

In sands of Time plunge

Discover the miracles

Find the light of one

 

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Nature’s gifts within

Heartbeats’ purple pulsation

Butterflies in source

 

 

Inverted climates

Implosion of the senses

Colours my love’s trail

 

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Twirling, dissolving

Within the Eye of the storm

Resurrection green

 

 

Giant leap of faith

Diamonds birth from the pressure

Winds of Love carry

 

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A kiss into Light

Within darkness of woodlands

Twin becomes the flight

 

 

Mythical creatures

Blue freedom on winds of Love

Dance of unicorns

 

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Into light’s stillness

Within mirrors the without

Gifts eternity

 

 

Meet the beloved

Abandoned tower’s safety

To yellow castles

 

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Peace in the Heart’s ways

Alien separation

Spun the enigma

 

 

Tomorrow will tell

When youth and beauty did fade

Forgetting love’s length

 

 

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Enigma – Mea Culpa & Find The Light

Natacha atlas – Gafsa