The Shaman Tales 8 : The connection to GAIA

The Shaman Tales 8 : The connection to GAIA

3 April 2020

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The first time she had watched the magic spell mutate was when she had released a spell for rain and more than ten creative people read it. She had then compounded that spell and released it again to be read anew. The resulting spell was for a proliferation of butterflies that she had watched gracefully fill the space in her garden. It was a beautiful sight indeed to watch the tiger backs and other species frolic among the flowers. As a result there had been so many more flowers growing in the garden for the rest of the other springs.

 

She then thought about GAIA’s program for natural disasters that were supposed to occur on the Earth. It was difficult even when connected to GAIA to explain to her that she did not need to carry out her plan of natural disasters to reduce the number of human beings let alone when not connected to her. She seemed bent on her intent and saw the proliferation of human beings on her surface as a disease that required a remedy. According to GAIA, the remedy was to tackle this disease by reducing it in given areas.

 

She thought back to how human beings also thought they should preserve balance among wild animals in reserve parks by hunting down the ones that proliferated beyond the sustainable level for equilibrium. Surely she could see how GAIA, with the loss of connection to most human beings, perceived them as a threat to the balance upon her. If only human beings were more connected to GAIA she thought. Surely if human beings changed their parasitic way of behaving towards nature, GAIA could be persuaded to not initiate that series of disasters. It seemed, however, that the first of the series of disasters had already been set in motion…

 

Lamb – Wise enough

Hit and miss never

Hit and miss never

5 December 2015

 

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Lilies on my hand

Burgeoning with the green leaves

Waters in my Heart

 

The soul burning white

Through unmistakable blues

I miss the night skies

 

The road paved in ink

Inglorious dark pathways

To somewhere amiss

 

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Where soul would wander

Bathed in the forgetfulness

That I miss the most

 

Clarity struck hard

Gone was the blissful soft sleep

Missing is dreamtime

 

Clock me to midnight

Point my needles up and straight

Hit and miss never

 

 

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Evanescence – Bring me to Life

 

 

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Hit and miss never – Linda Gill prompt word “miss” for December 5, 2015