The Shaman Tales 3: In between two minds

The Shaman Tales 3: 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

Whirl me tour

Whirl me tour

5 August 2017

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Screech in depth

Of horrors that fell

Hold the breath

Dance with Death

Violins that would foretell

A trip towards hell

 

Take the bar

Higher towards stars

Colour scar

Hope in jar

A wish to undermine hours

In spinning of cars

 

Whirl me tour

Towards whirlpools felt

Call me boor

Dark and moor

The insults on damsel pelt

Wills steady don’t melt

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Danse macabre – Camille Saint-Saëns

Heart – Vitas

Eternal Love – Stive Morgan

 

Whole nine yards

Whole nine yards

8-9 April 2016

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Parting words

Realms of never more

Free will’s stake

Random spake

The churning for the Heart’s sake

Wuthering waters

 

Blue whirlpool

The boat at the peak

Flying high

Touching sky

Journey back abysmal fall

Dull thud of settling

 

Waters close

A graveyard of sea

Within me

Shutting tight

All but remnants of the light

Flickering softly

 

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Inside Blue

Heart clamours for air

Upward swim

Sails to trim

Superfluous cast aside

The lighter the ride

 

Remember

The dolphins like sharks

From afar

Confuse minds

The hands peeling grope to loss

Watery graveyards

 

Eruption combusts

I swim upon tales

Of heavens’

Volcanoes

They greet me at gate seven

Whole nine yards

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Day before you came – Tanita Tikaram

Twist in my sobriety – Tanita Tikaram

Play me again – Tanita Tikaram

Time unbound whirled on

Time unbound whirled on

25 March 2015

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Sand piled on the rocks

Trembled with news of the quake

As earth changed axis

No polarity in mind

I withstood unseen changes

 

Images in haze

Caught fleetingly retina

As sun glided on

All life slid as I walked by

Into a cascade of light

 

Whispers of beings

Crossed borders of the unknown

As the light sailed past

Mind streams flowed into rivers

With ocean naked ahead

 

Howling silently

Ghosts of the morrow awoke

Time unbound whirled on

Whirring clock in mind counted

Less than a second at bay

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