The Shaman Tales 3: In between two minds

The Shaman Tales 3: In between two minds

18 February 2018

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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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4f_wjuAlmQ

Of the waves elemental

Of the waves elemental

2 June 2017

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Sequence me

Strands of the balance

Darkened white

Terabyte

Flowing through my mind’s essence

Present in instance

 

Shiver me

Wrath of the giving

Gods invite

Fly the kite

Infinity’s heart glowing

The mind forgiving

 

Quiver me

The quintessential

Honour bright

The respite

Of the waves elemental

The flight but mental

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy Bojan Jevtic on Illusion Magazine

Jai Hanuman – Shaman’s Dream

Durga Shakti – Shaman’s Dream

Pranamystic – Shaman’s Dream

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdsJKg2VtEg

The endless waters

The endless waters

26 May 2016

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Waking up

To a sleeping world

The words hurled

Weak symbols

Unmoved zombies barely stir

Hearts lost in idols

 

The mind whirled

In between Twin Times

The spaces

Give me rhymes

With shaking tongue I ring bells

Lost their ghostly chimes

 

Mothers weep

Their withered breasts hang

Unto grounds

Lost babies

Strive through caves of Netherworld

To pick up the whiff

 

Barren wombs

Replicate nothing

The free mind

A wild thing

Creation is in the thought

The seeing of blind

 

Fear the wrath

The priests shriek strident

The breath stale

They inhale

Emblem of love they impale

Downfall of mortals

 

Breathe the love

Says the inner self

Its stillness

Warm river

Coursing through my veins shiver

The endless waters

 

Reading of the poem: 

The moment – Vargo

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

This empty room without you

This empty room without you

18 August 2015

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Every time you leave

Eye witnesses eclipses

As sun covers you

 

Morning birds cry shrill

From sorrow of your absence

As night dies silent

 

I twirl the needles

Time will hasten by my will

We will meet again

 

Brief moments through day

Confused storm of the senses

Reliving rapture

 

I wither in it

This empty room without you

Where our joys burst flames

 

Should I stop the Sun

Shield the moon from its day wrath

That you may lay here?

 

Softly soothing talk

Your lips kiss away the pain

“I have never gone!”

 

Absent no longer

You are now a part of me

I will reach within

 

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Fabrizio Paterlini – Empty Room

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8QQm703CUg