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…
She had always known she was a white witch, but it was only recently that she had found out that she was also a shaman. The knowledge had come to her after a particularly striking episode when she had been dancing to trance music and had experienced a shamanic journey into another world. She never consumed drugs so knew that there had to be truth to that journey. It was a world where spirits walked in fumes with nothing separating them from other human beings. She had looked around her in the night club and nobody else seemed to be noticing the spirits yet all of them were dancing to the same music she was dancing to.
She looked around her fascinated. The stroboscopic lights cast around filled the fumes of the spirits with various lights making them look like rainbows disintegrating on the dance floor. She wondered what the spirits were doing in the night club. Were they not meant to be somewhere more peaceful, she thought? One spirit seemed to realize that she was looking right at it and not through it and came up close to her. She was not sure she felt comfortable enough this close to it and raised a hand. It went right through the spirit who laughed. It was not a wicked laugh, just a friendly amused one. She laughed back. They were not as terrible as many made them to be. They only wanted to be part of this world just like us, she thought.
That was all before she discovered the extent of the Shamanic gift. How it could allow her to summon either the raven’s rains or the fires of the phoenix. That was before she discovered that the combination of the witch capacities and the shamanic gift could help mold consciousness itself
(Ode to an unrepentant bitch. A nonsensical journey in seven veils taken over 7 days. A jab in the rib for those who can see themselves here. Did I say jab in the rib?)
23-30 September 2016
Courtesy Luis on loscuatroelementos.com
And when she danced with seven veils
The scales and gills she then revealed
Delilah
I turned around to Sam’s son
And told him that he’d better run
Delilah
You know my darling my poor hun
Delilah’s after your little bun
Delilah
But poor Sam’s son could hardly speak
His knees were quaking really weak
Delilah
She pounced upon him in a streak
A morsel tender and oh so meek
Delilah
She chewed well chewed then chewed and chewed
Her face all gory red and lewd
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
She’d make your white hairs grow
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
She’s rotten to the core
Delilah
And that my friends was the way
That little Sam’s son went astray
Delilah
She was an ogre she could eat
Those little morsels nice and sweet
Delilah
They said seize that enchantress
We’ll lock her in a fortress
Delilah
She showed them of what she was made
The gills and fin of mermaid
Delilah
They said this is some witchery
We’ll execute her with most glee
Delilah
They took her to the tower’s edge
They would now push her over ledge
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
She’s on a trial’s show
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
Her poor frame they’d throw
Delilah
They said if witch you will bounce
Or all your dark spells now renounce
Delilah
She said maybe I’m a bum
But ain’t for sure some bubble gum
Delilah
They called her little twat and whore
They locked her in forever more
Delilah
In ivory tower she did die
As the years went passing by
Delilah
They nailed her coffin oh so fast
Put her in the ground at last
Delilah
She pleaded bit and scratched and cried
Her face just withered as she lied
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
She’s now lost her glow
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
Yet her hair’ll still grow
Delilah
And when the gravedigger came
To pluck her jewels with no shame
Delilah
She said sweet meat you will be
The last meal of my journey
Delilah
She chewed yes chewed Oh chewed and chewed
And morsels to her teeth were glued
Delilah
Her real face showed it was so crude
Her character so flawed and rude
Delilah
And with her last meal it had come
The mark of her lost kingdom
Delilah
She flew out haunting all the west
She brought more havoc and unrest
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
She’s caught on though slow
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
You’re her food to sow
Delilah
Singing of the mock poem (no hatemails required, thank you):
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