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
Carried by the breeze
6 November 2018
Whisper secret tones
Cast again veil of darkness
End wayward duress
Relinquish the day
Shine moon over the sun’s glare
Lessen light to bear
Chant the night to me
In soft-spoken melodies
Carried by the breeze
Reading of the poem:
The message – Still Corners
Shadows in my eyes
20 October 2018
Battlefields anew
Conqueror and conquered writhe
Scars only outcome
Moonlight rises pale
Extinguished now the sorrow
A new song finds heart
The light falls on brow
A quiver on my eyelid
Shadows in my eyes
Reading of the poem:
To the Moon and back – Savage Garden
Tireless tides
15 October 2018
Random scars
Redesigned patterns
On our minds
Winding pits
Our arms gallery of fate
Tokens of our faith
Renewed vows
Gathered in the soul
Leaning trees
Quaking knees
The heart a banner to hold
Lessons for the bold
Moon and Earth
Took us through new mirth
Increasing
Tireless tides
On shores where we stood our grounds
Feet shaking heart still
Reading of the poem:
Sweet dreams – Emily browning
Sad sighs in between
October 1, 2018
From your bosom’s share
You gave me a piece of sun
Dazzling in bright frame
In free gift of self
Willingly you gave me light
Through dark winter night
Nights and days relayed
Sensations everlasting
Heart at the center
Head preoccupied
Thoughts roaming free now unwind
Windmills in the mind
From my toil and care
I gave you a piece of moon
Reflected in eyes
In poet’s retort
Unknowingly I gave spleen
Sad sighs in between
Reading of the poem:
Anamorphic – Lights & Motion
Humming pervading
1 September 2018
The doors shook
Windows vibrated
Steel ribbons
Waxed crimson
Walls oscillating with sound
The air pulsating
The Earth moved
Floating beds hovered
Plastic chains
Altered pains
My body between doorways
Blue light invading
Moon glistened
Heavy clouds parted
Skies alit
Narrow slit
Rhythm of my mind spell bound
Humming pervading
Reading of the poem:
Alone – Dive
Stormy weather stains
23 February 2018
Lightning strikes on plains
The dark one losing his gains
Expunged all our pains
Desert landscapes sigh
Behold the thundering sky
Truth is born from lie
Haughty mares shake manes
Dragons’ blood courses through veins
Sun and moon in lanes
Spirits soaring high
Eagles and falcons now fly
Nature to comply
The gleaming moon wanes
Willing the skies as it rains
Stormy weather stains
Reading of the poem:
Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) ~ Native Song
Drums of Thunder (Native American Music) Mountain Spirits
Calming Native American Flute over Thunderstorm
The Shaman Tales 3: In between two minds
18 February 2018
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
The Shaman Tales 2: Rain down on me
15 February 2018
The Mother talked to her of nightly visits, of flights in the sky and children with hawk-like beaks and human bodies that traveled in between worlds. The Mother watched over her and reassured her that soon things would be back to normal and she should then bring back rains to the land. According to the Mother it had all been a combination of a mistake on behalf of one faction and a test on behalf of another who had not synchronised their actions with the first faction. The result had been a messy situation where she had got hurt and her livelihood had been stripped from her. The Mother reassured her that nobody had had the intention of really harming her.
As she woke up, she remembered the Mother’s words and realised that it was probably going to be true as her situation was slowly but surely improving. All that had been done to her was fading and the impact would soon be gone if the projects she was working upon were successful. She realised that even though she did not have a positive outcome yet she would have to start her dance with the spirits of the rain as she could not wait until the rainy season was over. It would indeed appear odd if she were to invoke the rains totally outside of the rainy season. Besides she knew that she had put in so much strength when invoking the fires of the phoenix that it would take her at least a week of raindance to get the rain started again. She wondered whether they had realised that she had invoked the spirits of the drought or whether they had simply stopped interfering with her situation regardless of that.
Slowly but surely, she aligned her intent with the positioning of the spirits and began to sway internally and outwards. In sync with the beats and therefore the frequency of the thunder clouds, she danced consciously joining hands with the spirits and twirling with them above the desert sands. This time they gathered clouds and made sure they impregnated them with the intent of water so that they could slowly be charged and subsequently wet the lands with their content. She wondered whether she would need them to seed the clouds that they formed or whether the dance alone would be enough to invoke the rains.
Onwards she twirled with the spirits, her astral body gleaming in the sunlight and she did not stop until the night fell around her body equally twirling on the ground far below. She continued dancing to the moon conjuring its rays so that the waters in the sea would swell and impregnate further the clouds. Her body rocked with the intensity of the thunderbolts that shot through it and her hair stood at ends under the effect of the mini lightning rays that her dance provoked. Her astral body left a trail of steam that was strewn across the sky as she pulled intended blankets of clouds over the sun. Day after day she continued this exercise until the Mother told her that it was now enough and the rains would arrive shortly. She raised high her hands above her head, aligned her pineal gland with her vagus nerve, twirled her body one way and its opposite and let out a guttural cry like the shamans of old before yelling « Rain down on me ». The sky darkened, lightning appeared in the horizon as the clouds broke into corridors of darkened fluffy balls and the rain showered the lands.
Dark Brew – Byron Metcalf
Raven Medicine – Byron Metcalf
Dance of the Heart Voyagers – Byron Metcalf-Mark Seelig
The dark side of the new moon
6 February 2018
Wistful look
Relics of the past
Remind me
Of your face
Before descent in disgrace
From cross underground
Gone too soon
Stars moon and the hook
In one glance
Chasing key
Eyes tightly shut for the dance
Narrow fields witness
Shapeless space
Forming my fingers
Across you
As we sway
Relentlessly we twirl on
The dark side of the new moon
Reading of the poem:
Can’t take my eyes off you – Muse
Neutron Star Collision (Love is Forever) – Muse
I belong to You – Muse
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