When the light dies out
7 June 2020
Light is love
Darkness breeds the hate
We translate
Emotions
Anger is a reckoning
Of the love waning
Northern star
Life is within you
Embracing
Nothingness
I feel it your soft caress
Piercing through the veil
Hold me close
Within your bosom
Love to flout
All about
The darkness tends to blossom
When the light dies out
Reading of the poem:
Quinn – I will believe
Like doll on a shelf
30 May 2020
Icicles
Playing with my tears
Uprooted
From the trees
Falling they put soul at ease
On weather’s arrears
The water
The heart deranges
Fraying path
Through the veins
Its wake the mind estranges
Seasons of our pains
In their light
I renewed myself
No longer
Prone to flee
Circumstances that shook me
Like doll on a shelf
Reading of the poem:
Eurythmics – Here Comes The Rain Again (Freemasons Remix)
Within mind
24 May 2020
Blackbirds fly
In the summer sky
Forests glow
In my chest
Bosom upon which to rest
Your body awaits
Flailing lungs
Gasping for the air
Broken nights
To repair
Toiling with my daily care
Replenishing days
Dreams to sow
In my memory
Within mind
Count me in
When the hope is running thin
The bliss I rewind
Reading of the poem:
Yann Tiersen – Porz Goret
In the heart that moved
31 March 2020
Delude me
Canticles of lore
We will pray
Never more
To fears etched within the skies
Downtrodden in lies
Elude me
The chest in bosom
I will wake
Griffin’s spark
Fumbling fingers through the dark
Reach the love’s lighthouse
Preclude me
Once upon a rhyme
I witnessed
Miracles
Thawing frozen icicles
In the heart that moved
Reading of the poem:
Flora Cash – You’re Somebody Else – Lyrics
The Shaman Tales 6 : Molding Consciousness
28 March 2020
When she had first started using the shamanic gift on a large scale to summon rains she had known that this would happen according to the Ancient magic rules. These dictated that whatever the outcome in the immediate physical it would be replicated within one year or up to eighteen months from the time the ceremony was carried out thereby molding consciousness at that time. This was known as the frontal projection of the consciousness stream and required the shaman to separate from his/her physical self and stay astral during the intended time. Conversely, in a backward timeloop, one had to make the astral body go three years before the present time to carry out a shamanic ceremony that would affect the present.
Initially, she was meant to migrate from her current city to a special place called Alice Springs. She had pondered about it when the city had come out as a result of her dowsing ceremony as she did not know what this meant. It was then that she realized that there existed an Alice Springs and it was in Australia. By coincidence her own helper was dreaming of going to Australia but rather to Sydney than anywhere else. She thought that consciousness combined with her spells should take her to Australia then in astral form if not in the flesh.
At first, she realized that it was the fires of the phoenix that had been let out in the combined consciousness and to combat the ensuing drought-like state it was necessary to summon the rains. Her location was quite far from the regions affected but she knew that consciousness could carry through the shamanic trance joined with the witches’ spell if she released them within the right level of consciousness and at the right moment for them to manifest.
She knew that GAIA’s program was to regenerate herself by reducing what she considered weeds spread amongst her beautiful flowers. As a good gardener knows, if a beautiful patch of the garden is contaminated by weeds or by parasitic flowers, it is necessary to sacrifice patches of those flowers to save the whole garden. As a result GAIA had decided to wipe out many of what she considered weeds and that were in effect human beings. She did not consider them as more important than others because humans had long lost their connection to GAIA. She decided to do this in the region that lent itself the most to this and entire cities in Australia had suffered raging fires. The shamanic trance and combined witches’ spell helped with bringing some relief with the rains to the lands although it was insufficient as not enough levels of consciousness were drawn in by the worded intention. In short, the magic was diluted…
Tulku – Trancendence
In shape of our hearts
27 March 2020
Remember
The chirping robin?
When it came
From within
Heartbeats paired with rising spring
Composed song to sing
The dewdrops
Parallel to lash
Bated breath
Composure
Of beating lungs exposure
Strength of heart measure
Drawn insight
Stealth within the light
The darkness
Now vivid
Shining lighthouse all imparts
In shape of our hearts
Reading of the poem:
A Scene Of La Seine – Yuhki Kuramoto
Lake Louise II – Yuhki Kuramoto
Shape of Love – Yuhki Kuramoto
Third path shone
26 March 2020
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]
The Woven Life 2 : Bubbles of liberty
19 March 2020
She wove conscientiously the points keeping in mind most of the time the greatest good of all. She knew that some of what she wove would not be witnessed in her time but in eons to come. Other parts of what she wove were for immediate results or results on the short or medium term. In the beginning it had been disappointing that the desires she had did not have an immediate resolution but she had learnt to accept this. She looked upon her task as a humanitarian one as she was weaving a better consciousness. She wondered how many out there were like her weaving a better series of connections into the collective consciousness.
Sometimes, her old shadows returned and she would need to stop the weaving during those days. That could mean no weaving for several days in a row. She always wondered whether her consciousness would still be connected so closely with the collective consciousness to affect it in a significant way or if these days of absence would have weakened the contact. Every time she had such doubts they were dispelled immediately when she returned to weave for the greatest good of all and saw the almost immediate results. She wondered how she could cope with her shadow selves to bring them out to the light and no longer have to sit in between all the time. This would allow her to keep weaving every day instead of having to make a pause.
One day she caught herself talking to one of her shadow selves that had strayed into the room. It was no longer lurking behind her as they always tended to do when they manifested, watching her, thinking she was unaware of their presence or pretending they thought that. She normally would only observe them and try to fill them with light but they would take cover, literally and refuse to be dissolved most of the time although she had been able to lighten a couple of them. Today however, she decided to talk to the one who had unwittingly strayed into the room.
She thought to herself that she must be right. She should perhaps leave them these bubbles of liberty.
Björk – jóga / State of Emergency
The woven life 1 : A conscious stream
17 March 2020
Every time she focused her thoughts something so intimately connected with it would happen in the outer world. It was as if consciousness was responding to her thoughts and replicating what she wished internally to replicate. She noticed that sometimes the matter she thought about was so far fetched that the outcome of her focused thoughts was surprising and not similar to her thoughts at all. Yet in the midst of all those peculiar outcomes she knew that these were merely intermediate stages of consciousness moving towards her desired outcome. Indeed, the more she focused on her outcome the more this became part of what consciousness wanted as outcome if one could speak of wanting when discussing consciousness. She could see this because the more she wanted to be part of consciousness and was aware of it, the more consciousness was aware of her within it, with all the desires she embodied.
She decided to leave her full-fledged meditation based on the teachings of great men of other philosophies and embrace fully this relationship to consciousness. She would spend hours now at will concentrating her mind on the desired outcome and weaving through her mind’s eye the necessary consciousness streams to make it happen in the physical realm. She knew that you did not need to be at a specific place or reach for a specific consciousness stream emanating from another person. All you had to do was think of that person and project both your intent and that person’s would be intent into that area where your consciousness was taking you. From there on, it was a simple task to weave that stream or thread with the ones you already had.
Anyone who has made or seen being made those intricate patterns woven by mainly women and children who weave using preset nails hammered on a board would know what this looks like. The only difference is that there is no requirement for nails to be hammered. It is sufficient to have the points of intent set within the consciousness and then have the streams woven through the intent. She was getting expert at doing this and realized that when she wove grand, in the sense that this would have a macroscopic effect with little to no benefit for her, this was strangely more likely to have an outcome similar to her request than when she wove with her own benefit in mind…
Alone and Together – No Clear Mind
Irreducible
9 February 2020
Break me pot
Dancing tradition
Rhythmic feat
Balanced neat
On the verge of extinction
A race to repeat
Blow me hot
The egg shells within
Frame melting
Iron clad
Beyond the anklets tightened
Staggering demand
Find me not
Irreducible
Elbows still
Ache the ribs
As I disperse beyond sheen
Of matter unseen
Reading of the poem:
Under your scars – Godsmack
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