The Shaman Tales 6 : Molding Consciousness

The Shaman Tales 6 : Molding Consciousness

28 March 2020

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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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VU8MkXr9Rc

In shape of our hearts

In shape of our hearts

27 March 2020

Courtesy Joanna Albrecht

 

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCZIZ4flF_E

The Woven Life 2 : Bubbles of liberty

The Woven Life 2 : Bubbles of liberty

19 March 2020

Courtesy Bojan Jevtic on Saatchi art

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.

 

  • Why do you need to provoke the advent of darkness, she said
  • Because that is what we are made of, she answered
  • But you are me and if you are me, you cannot be made of darkness for I am light
  • There is no light without darkness so therefore if you are light, we have to be darkness
  • Will you always exist? Is there no end to some of you?
  • Who knows? You have taken such liberty with the self that there is so much light. We have kept some to ourselves. It is our bubbles of liberty where we choose to express the colours grey and black. Are they not colours too? Why refuse them? Surely as an artist you should know that a palette must be complete? How would you paint the night without us? Or the ravens or the dark clouds if not for those colours?

 

She thought to herself that she must be right. She should perhaps leave them these bubbles of liberty.

 

Björk – jóga / State of Emergency

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loB0kmz_0MM

I dreamt upon a summer night

I dreamt upon a summer night

13 March 2020

Courtesy Bojan Jevtic on deviantart.com

 

I dreamt upon a summer night

The soft winds talked to me

Of your white wings they bore in light

Over the deep blue sea

 

I leaned upon the garden’s door

Its frame a gage of you

As your gait then appeared ashore

Our love renewed so true

 

You carried me within the flowers

You were knight, I queen Bee

They wilted as we counted hours

That you and I could see

 

Reading of the poem:

☼ Sun in my eyes ☼ music by Saint of sin ( feat. Jasmin Faridi )

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47sVoCPDDyM

Rustling reeds

Rustling reeds

26 February 2020

Courtesy Ilona Veresk on Deviantart.com

 

Twirling knots

Renewing my hair

In between

Here and there

Pieces and strands flying high

Shadows in the sky

 

Lustre lost

My skin flakes so pale

Gathered soft

On my knees

Yesterday a place to tease

Dying memories

 

Rustling reeds

Escaping fingers

Paper boats

Lining up

Dropping tea stains from my cup

I hear the silence

 

Reading of the poem:

Ólafur Arnalds – Not Alone

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBUYLedYods

Eye gathered lilies

Eye gathered lilies

22 February 2020

Courtesy wikimedia

 

Daffodils smiled slight

Aligned in metastasis

The wind stroked rivers

 

Peeping through hedges

Walking into his footsteps

March blossoms shone through

 

Return of my King

Senses locked on to his strides

Eye gathered lilies

 

Reading of the poem:

“Exaltation” from the album Lamentation of Swans: A journey towards silence – Azam Alii and Loga Torkian

 

Protectors of Truth

Protectors of Truth

4 January 2017

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They carry

Burden of Bounty

Inside skull

Brittle dull

Their minds surpassing beauty

Their hearts shades of Grey

 

They marry

Interweaving keen

Faith and lies

Dark and skies

In grey they lost purple sheen

Their worlds turned dismay

 

They tarry

Relentless abode

Of the mind

Shaped unkind

With barking wolves once they rode

Deeper into fray

 

The lesson

Learnt in hindsight pale

Foresight cost

Timber lost

Wooden plates for banquet stale

From mind games they play

 

Heart dragon

Flame for braver kind

Breathing low

Lights that glow

Stream of atoms now remind

Of forgotten day

 

We summon

Protectors of Truth

Speaking loud

Within cloud

Peter Mary Anne and Ruth

Tribes of soul relay

 

Reading of the poem: 

veil riverbankoftruth com

Protectors of Truth – Immediate Music

Surrender to Hope – Immediate Music

Destiny of the Chosen – Immediate Music

An Epic Age – Immediate Music

Serenata Immortale – Immediate Music

Prelude to Paradise – Immediate Music

 

Co-create

Co-create

24 October 2016

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Courtesy deviantart.com

 

Illusion

A floating of worlds

In my mind

World without

Percentages of choices

The outcome unkind

 

Build with me

With more than mortar

Less than stone

Future hone

We celebrate the Divine

In woodlands the vine

 

Of the growth

We have heard of tales

Flying whales

In Oceans

Floating into the blue skies

Where the strong willed lies

 

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Morrows suns

Warm the purple creed

Blended code

Love abode

They fused the Red and the Blue

We confused each clue

 

Intentions

A lost path of Pi

Cut the wire

Flamed the fire

Moved around in circle dire

Consequences Grey

 

Monsters slay

The bright pave the way

Replicate

Co-create

Image of beauty translate

Way of Heart dilate

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy Mario Koller on artstation.com

Arrival of the Birds – The Cinematic Orchestra (The Theory of Everything)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMFUkbr7ymY

Once upon a Sway

Once upon a Sway

30 June 2016

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It happened

Once upon a sway

South to North

Made its way

Happenchance cooked up the mess

The ease to undress

 

I knew him

Like palm knows fingers

Crossed my Heart

With his Art

Trending beauty that lingers

Like listless humming

 

He said soft

Words that made no sense

They knocked me

Out senseless

“The promise of your womb dear

Feels like Paradise”

 

Unabashed

We flew through the lies

Bottom up

In and out

Like silk stockings discarded

Upon tiny racks

 

It was done

Like a yearly deed

Fault to none

Bear no strife

We recollect like treasures

Narrow shelves of Life

 

It happened

Once upon a sway

Dimly lit

Memories

They swell up from long ago

Like scene from a No

 

Reading of the poem: 

onceuponasway deviantart com

The Journey – Vadim Kiselev

The Day After – Vadim Kiselev

Une autre Vie – Vadim Keselev

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-NwjrqnlU4

Warriors

Warriors

20 May 2016

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Courtesy Karol Bak on pinterest.com

 

Do you hear

The call of the Love

Vibrations

Penetrate

Every fiber of our frames

Soul quits playing games

 

Still the mind

Hear inner voices

They speak Art

World’s beauty

Love is more than mere duty

The voice of the Heart

 

Earth revolves

Spinning round and round

Gathering

Deep essence

The twirling confirms presence

Of the inner self

 

The raindrops

They quench every thirst

Glistening

Falling free

The mighty brought to the knee

Forgotten children

 

Twining roads

They lead to escape

The blue fires

Rekindled

From ashes of the grey dust

Love is more than lust

 

The battle

Lies in giving in

Warriors

Splintered minds

Gather remnants of their kinds

Retrieving oneness

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy Karol Bak on pinterest.com

Beauty Pure Consciousness and Infinity – Vargo

Precious – Vargo

Warriors – Vargo