Gratitude
For your silence;
Trust is given anew
Each day
I wait for songs
To return,
Like little birds after
This short, stormy winter
Of the soul
Under the snow
White blanket of worry;
New seed sprouts
Where only Moonlight
Touches.
Winter’s Stillness
Woodcutter
He eases the Leviathan to the ground
And fallen, dissects it with precision;
Cuts of wooden meat
For hungry winter stoves
Apollo 13
Copper Moon rises
A thunderstorm beside her
Two fragments meet;
Apollo out in space
A golden shard
off a black mirror
Reflects the comet
as it passes by
Who comes to me through Angles
He takes the place
A Shining Shadow beside me
Such exquisite Golden Black
Ought to be called
Pluto
Third Time’s the Charm
Who acknowledges the existence of spirits and separates the ground of being into layers? Who makes gods powerful? It isn’t the spirits, the gods themselves, it is humans. Who also have the propensity to feed demons in the same manner.
Spirits would fade, with no-one to think of them, afterlife exists in the collective memory of those who live on, and gods and demons are putty in our human minds, shaped by our own thoughts and desires..
One person may speak to a spirit, sing in honor of a god they have found- but that spirit or god will be powerful only for them, within them, for as long as they can feed the energy in that direction. Such a found god will work fine for a personal, solitary practice, but if no-one else is made aware of this energy, and willingly taps in, that god will only be as powerful as one person’s juice, for as long as that person feeds energy and attention to them, and no more or longer.
So, when the subtle energy of thought and emotion that composes a god or spirit starts to make it’s way out into the world, from one person to many, what number of humans must pay it attention before it is powerful in itself? Or I should rather say, before it’s somewhat independent of it’s originator, able to traverse the collective-conscious?
Three, of course! Three is a lucky number, a holy number, a cosmic number. The saying ‘third time’s the charm’ is very popular. And the method of locating something in three-dimensional space, triangulation. You have to have three different perspectives of something, before it is accurately put into it’s place in the three-dimensional, manifest world that surrounds both observer and observed. A triangle is the strongest shape. A triangulation puts things into context, spacetime, distance.
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I once took a chant that I had written for one of these ‘found gods’ -a sort of Green Man, known and named only to myself, to a spiritual retreat I sometimes go to. There, I taught this song to a roomful of chanters. These people were very enthusiastic about the song itself, and seemed pleased to meet the god whom I introduced to them through it.
A whole room of humans engaged in devotional chanting is a very powerful energy vortex. The spirits, minds, and even bodies of the separate humans are, if not joined, then highly harmonized together as the sound from each carries energy and thought, the subtle parts of humans, out into the air on melodic vibration which blends all together into one whole. It creates a kind of room of sound, a place where subtle, unseen entities may dwell. They are carried within the song itself, and when many voices join, the thought and heart vibrations that make up that god, plant-spirit, or other ally is projected out into the three-dimensional world. The more people singing in the chant, the bigger the sound-room for that energy-entity to move around in. This is similar to the icaros sung farther in the south, songs that the plants and animals themselves taught the shamans. The power of those plants or animals is encased in the sound-vibration of the song, and released by the singing of it.
The room was full of people singing the god’s chant; way more than three, probably more than 13 (another great number) people had been introduced to, and were willingly engaging the singing of, the subtle entity. The result was, while not startling considering the situation, definitely out of the ordinary. The god had become more focused, the energy-signature condensed to a point or concentration, about the size of a body, as if he were a humanoid in the room. At one point the sensation was so definite that I had to turn around and look behind me. Myself and at least one other, felt him walk by them, like the air displaced by another body, or the soft touch of one personal energy field as it passes by another. This was the only time I felt the usually-nebulous energy of this god, focus and condense into a body-form. Thereafter, during the week, the god interacted with atleast one other person who’d been chanting, via an actual physical symbolic object (an apple). Well, I had always thought, that sort of thing can happen at a spiritual retreat. People’s intuitive sides are much more highly tuned there.
It was not until recent experience that I realize, it happened because of the sheer number of people focusing on the subtle idea of that particular god.
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Having a spirit guide from which I learn, and no definite idea of what to do with or about this situation, I recently began introducing him to people, both directly and indirectly. The first person indirectly, or I should say only energetically, and not by name. The second person was certainly informed of him, and possibly in a way, calling out to him subtly herself when she was visiting. Because of this there was.. a prankish physical object. A symbol acting of it’s own accord. This was surprising to me, since that sort of thing generally only happens at .. the spiritual retreat.
The third person got nearly as direct an introduction as Elwood gives with Harvey. And then, as she was leaving the farm, she saw him. Saw him looking at her. For several days thereafter he was painfully clear to my own mind’s eye, and ever since the animals seem to be aware of the presence. Also, relevant objects are continuing to be prankish. My own spirit guide has been triangulated, viewed from three points besides it’s originating location (myself), and become more focused, more powerful, and possibly more independent as a result.
And now, I suppose, I know even less what to make of the phenomenon. Every question, only seems to lead to more questions.
Hurricane’s Edge
A cloud of wonder’s around me
Spirit tracks away backs away
Slowly from the still clear place
Of my opening rebel heart
And the clouds cover over
the sky again
Thin high clouds, restless winds
waters of the world stir, troubled
This is the edge
of the hurricane
Who’s center eye’s the Dragon-Moon
Out on the edges,
Thin, steady clouds stream by
An ominous reminder
Of what may yet
Come to pass
Reflection III: The Dragon’s Eye
Catch the Sun’s reflection
Through the Moon
Filter in Mystery
Dragon heart
born of Dragon’s blood
Borne on Dragon’s Fire
a blue Dragon of the Water
An electrical storm
in the Twilight
Neither light or dark
violent nor calm
Yet releasing Energy
everywhere.
Life-giving Rains,
Red, filtered to Blue.
Man in the Moon.
Jedi Warriors- Dragonmen
Brothers in Blue
In Between.
~*~
Through the boundary
Of the Dragon’s Eye
–Two souls may touch.
Are you strong enough?
–The Dragon’s question.
. . .
Dragonman
holds his dragonheart
In his hands for me.
I am only a mirror
at the bottom of a pool
And there’s blood
in the water
———–
No God can compare
to the beast forged
In the Goddess’ Cauldron
that is the Dragon’s Eye.
~*~
Life-giving Rains
electric water
Fallen from the Heavens
to the Earth
Dropped by comets
First Flow, Spirals out
All the way
To now
And he walks the many
shifting paths
Has the key
to every door
The moon in his right hand
And Sun on his left–
He stands Between.
Reflection II: Hologram
A Picture of Power, and Light.
The Dragonman has God
by the balls.
Light and darkness
Resounding forever in turns
-Changing each to the other
Caught between the funhouse mirrors
–Of the Dragon’s Eye.
He keeps Power
with his Dragonheart
And takes it in his gentle hand
And lays it open
before the Moon
-Endlessly overflowing
Never emptying
-Opening a shadow to the Light
And so refilled,
-Power and Light,
Reflecting endlessly
Caught in the jewels
of Indra’s Net
Stars tell no lies
-And comets point the way.
Reflection
I am only a reflection
One clear picture, refracted
I cannot comprehend
These complexities
What I do know
Is there is power there
——-
I am a reflection
The moon leaves
On the windowpane.
Only a reflection
A fractured whole
A picture of light
-Fragmented
One color of the rainbow
Looks across to the others
-Luminous bits
Spread on the ground
Between the comet and the moon
Shards of burning sunlight
Electrically cooled
Magnetically pointing
Many fragments aligned
Bouncing off the water’s surface
-I am only a reflection.
comparative musings based on the movie Harvey.
Yes. The man saw a six-foot-three-and-a-half-inch white rabbit. But by the end of the movie, he came off looking the only sane one of the bunch.
Honestly, the first time the concept of ‘harvey’ showed up, I was perplexed. It is a cult-idea which travels the televisionscape since the original movie: I first met the concept ‘harvey’ in Farscape. Very far from earth. This ‘harvey’ was a sortof barely-conquered demon. Then I saw Donny Darko, and the rabbitness almost started to make sence. Time travel is always a plus, and the wormhole theme, which inevitably is not just space travel, but spacetime travel, always seems to figure where the name or idol ‘harvey’ shows up.
And at the end of the original movie, there he is, Harvey can do spacetime travel, it’s just Elwood could never think of a place or time he’d rather be, than right where he was. An infuriatingly pleasant man, and a pooka- a being who could do anything.. but Elwood never asked anything of him, but come and have a drink. No wonder the pooka liked him!
So, what then, is an imaginary friend? Everyone thought Elwood was crazy when he opened the door for someone unseen.. but the doors opened themselves, if he didn’t do it. What would I do, if one day I saw a very tall white rabbit leaning on a lamppost? I would probably also say hello.
And what is a spirit guide or guardian angel? Is it a thoughtpattern planted by some sinister alien, in order to safeguard and unlock some knowledge in yourself, that you don’t know you know? Is it a ripple that goes backwards through spacetime, an echo of a chance to change your own fate, that lets you know the time is approaching? A different sort of being from humans, that have been around for a much longer time? A bigger part of yourself, that can teach and protect you? Usually though, the human organism is neither actively learning nor in danger… so then what? You just, hang out together. Go have a drink. Look for someone to… impress, in the words of Elwood. There is no sorrow or trouble or story bigger than a six foot three and a half inch high white rabbit. And a spirit guide, in idle times yet still strongly present, becomes a sortof imaginary friend. Just, a spirit beside you. Who follows you through the rooms of your life, and maybe would like to have a drink and meet some new people every now and then. . . C’mon, Harvey.
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