Rumbling in my heart
15 May 2020
Music set
Melodies thriving
In my blood
As they flood
The synapses of my brain
Through journey in ear
Parting point
Rhythm now disjoint
Like my knees
As they ease
Into postures of dances
Of my wild prances
Summer slow
Eases into spring
Daffodils
On the hills
Where I hear your echo ring
Rumbling in my heart
Reading of the poem:
PALO! “Al Monte” • Musica Cubana Salsa Jazz Funk
The Shaman Tales 7 : The spells
2 April 2020
At first there came the sound and then another and another making it a word. Then the mind looked into the heart and bound itself to it. Then the heart and mind bound breathed into the word and the spell came into being. It was as easy as that to create a spell. Was it that easy, she thought? Then of course it occurred to her that it was not that easy to bind the mind to the heart. It took years of practice just for the mind to be able to look properly into the heart, let alone bind itself to it. The magic was strongest though when the heart and mind were effortlessly bound together and remained that way.
Once the spell released into the outer world, it was important that this was picked up by strong consciousness points. These were essentially creative people because their hearts and minds were bound together and stayed so effortlessly. In the process of disseminating the effect of the spell, one creative person counted as a million individuals who were neither creative nor having looked into their hearts with their minds and bound them together. She knew anyway that it was rare for a person to have bound their heart and mind and not become a creative person as a result of that exercise so in general the target was creative people.
For the magic to work without her intervention, it was sufficient to have at least 10 creative people read or hear the spell. If they read and heard it, it was even more efficient. The more creative people who were involved in the reading or hearing of the spell, the better it worked. For some reason, the spell attained its peak when a million creative people read and heard it and from that point on, the magic mutated and did not have the same effect anymore. It was not that it worsened. It just became different and she always marveled to see what different effects could be obtained when the magic spell mutated.
Dead Can Dance – Kiko
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 raven that flew
26 March 2020
Pray hearken
The raven that flew
Now anew
Yes anew
Will you reach into flowers
And grant us the dew?
Hark listen
The raven that flew
Yet it knew
Yes it knew
That you and I through hours
Was a tale so true
Now darkened
The raven that flew
T’was for two
So it blew
On the Sycamore treetop
It sat black and blue
Reading of the poem:
Nicki Parrott – I Will Wait For You
They run through rivers
23 March 2020
Did you feel
My waking anthem?
It speaks not
It fears not
It crawls alive down mountains
Measured in sentence
The wet tides
They crave beaten shores
Where I dance
Unison
Downtrodden path of danger
The will a stranger
I heed not
The hushed countenance
The words packed
In bosom
Now descending in quivers
They run through rivers
Reading of the poem:
Hush now don’t explain – Billie Holiday
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
He moved with giant strides
16 March 2020
He thought that love was a battle
One to put as task
The chains and tools that he’d rattle
In the cage she’d bask
Envigored by resolution
He moved with giant strides
Yet it was the wrong solution
Strong the soul she rides
She beckoned to him taught him peace
Of leaves that mind did rake
Offered soul and heart to appease
The lady of the lake
Reading of the poem:
Agnes Obel – The Curse (Berlin Live Session)
The slow mist covered soft
10 March 2020
The chest gathered arrows
A sacrifice thrown at its feet
Of the archer it shows
Upturned splendor of his defeat
Mind to heart made appeal
No prison for want of warden
A kiss of love to seal
A pact made in yonder garden
The slow mist covered soft
Flowers in the garden blooming
The heart yet kept aloft
Silken threads to the mind grooming
Reading of the poem:
B-Tribe – Agua azul
B-Tribe – Spiritual Spiritual
B – TRIBE – Suave Suave
Music in soul played along
7 March 2020
Planets surrounded his slight frame
The moon shaped his glory
A shadow aloof with no name
In him untold story
I breathed upon him melodies
Danced entranced for his eyes
All efforts spent for him in ease
Enticed his very sighs
Desire got him to his feet
Throb in heart felt so strong
With tenderness skipping a beat
Music in soul played along
Reading of the poem:
Enigma – Smell of Desire
As Queen of the Sun
13 October 2015
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Forgotten past Hurt
Nothing in the flow dampens
Surging emotions
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Whirling together
Within loving forgiveness
We light the night’s skies
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Undone coils join
Binding in new connections
Building a new we
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Energy builds up
One with all flow is our blood
Coursing through Earth’s veins
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Planets now aflame
Bring to a glorious start
Rising Golden Age
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By your side my Love
My beloved dragon Heart
Fiery sky ball
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While Time awakens
I reclaim my rightful place
As Queen of the Sun.
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