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Reparation

9 July 2009

Within her circle of stones
She drifts back to that place
Casting out shadows
Demons handsome face

Once lost in his darkness
A labyrinth of despair
Longing for an illusion
Twin flames sweet embrace

That lone wandering drifter
Disguised as a sage
Stealing souls
Trying to make it pay

She felt he was coming
Hyena slowly circling
Hell fires burning
Raging like lightening

Call down the thunder
Glance back courageously
Lifetimes spent stalking
Doors opening and closing

Atonement is sought
Peace offered up
Discounting her wrath
Holding nothing from the past

Memory Holes

19 May 2009

Tunnel

My mission was clear, determined in the hours preceding my slumber. A journey must be made in order to obtain the necessary information to formulate my plot. And so under the cloak of darkness, when my body and mind were at rest and the door to world’s unknown lay open and waiting, my spirit took flight and magically passed through.

Preparation of meditation and cleansing are no longer necessary for me, as once they were. I simply bring to the forefront of my thinking that a journey is required, and once I reach a plateau of unconsciousness where my spirit is able to detach itself, it does so eagerly and without pause. As if triggering a mechanism, all that I see, hear, feel, taste and touch are recorded in the memory banks of my mind; for future extraction upon reentry of my spirit.

Astral flight, astral projection, out-of-body experience; call it what you will, the process is the same, though the outcome widely varies. Normally, there is a clear and decisive reason for these journeys; as the answer to a question or solution to a problem is sought. This time, however, I left myself wide open with no particular question or problem, just the need and want to visit a dimension I had never before traveled, in order to capture and create from whence I had come.

I was not disappointed, but I was however distressed and somewhat traumatized by the experience. It was as if I was being led, instead of traveling of my own free will, and the one doing the leading had a specific reason for taking me there. The reason was to reacquaint me with my sin. The destination was HELL!

The corridor was long and dark, with hard-packed dirt floors and walls of rock that were high and arched; like the tunnels they dig through mountains, only there was no end in sight.

As I was led through the center of the tunnel, glass-fronted rooms lined either side. In each room, or life-size box as I came to think of them, was a specific scene from my life; scenes of sin that I had forced myself to forget; filing them away in the deepest recesses of my mind, where I was certain they would stay locked. Suddenly, and without warning, forced to relive each and every one.

To stand outside the box and watch, grateful when the show was over and the box went dark; only to turn and see the miles and miles of sin that lay ahead; sin that I must now suffer; as no thought, regard or consideration was given at the time.

The dread I felt, at the prospect of having to suffer so many, pales in comparison to the shame, regret and repulsion I felt; as I watched myself commit one deadly sin after another.

I begged for mercy, but mercy was not given; for this is death at its inception and what each and every one of us must go through. While the decision has already been made, the process by which it was determined is played out for us; right before our eyes, in the form of our lives.

“Be certain that your sins will find you out.”
Numbers 32:23

Hunters Moon

15 October 2008

She knew the time was now, the signs all pointing to the Hunters Moon; the owl outside her window three nights in a row, crossing her path at dawn, alighting in the tree and watching as she made her way to the lake; the ring around the moon for three nights prior to the full and the broom that dropped; not once, but twice.

She was ready for the ritual; needing to do it for many reasons; the main to release her self of him; purging that which no longer served a purpose in her life, was negative in energy and influence, bringing nothing but harm and disrupting the balance she now fought so hard to maintain. The new journey had already begun; starting over, alone and unafraid, but she needed to move on; needed to breathe again. Forced to cast aside that which hindered and left her desolate, filled with pain, regret, self-loathing and doubt.

Yass…the time was now.

She gathered her tools and prepared; well aware that this would be the most intense ritual in which she would ever partake; eradicating the essence that had been selfishly burned into her very being and now possessed her soul; just as intended; complete and total, with no chance of her ever thinking about anything but him.

The red clay bowl symbolizing her flesh and blood; desert sage to drive off negative energy, spirits and influences; necessary to purify and cleanse not only her circle of stones that was carefully cast, but her self as well; the burning smoke, the breath of her prayers going out to her Creator; as she concentrated on the connection between the earth and sky and unity of all life.

Her sacrificial offering of a most personal nature; her mane of thick brown hair he once described as creating a picture that would have inspired Di Vinci; severed before the flames, in a moment of determination, sheer will and absolute power; blowing in the wind, her banner of courage, clutched in her fist and raised to the heavens, then bundled with the stone he gave as protection, wrapped in a white shroud and buried in the earth at the center of the circle.

I will be happy forever
Nothing will hinder me
I walk with beauty before me
I walk with beauty behind me
I walk with beauty below me
I walk with beauty above me
I walk with beauty around me
My world will be beautiful

After the ritual, which left her drained of all energy, she burned a bowl of sweet grass, the most sacred of all herbs, bringing positive energy after the negative had been banished; she raised her face toward the full Hunters Moon and her voice rang out above the mountain…

Let me know peace
For as long as the moon shall rise
For as long as the rivers shall flow
For as long as the sun will shine
For as long as the grass shall grow
Let me know peace…

Closer to free

15 July 2008

The rains came; and with it, a cool breeze wafted through her window; so strong as to blow the hair from her face; bringing a moments relief from the nights oppressive heat; which sadly matched her mood.

She closed her eyes, leaned her head back and sat in perfect stillness; losing herself in the winds caress; the sound of the gentle soft rain; as if the world were whispering hush, instructing her to go deeper; inside her mind, past the pain, to embrace those lingering thoughts.

The harder it fell, the deeper she went; until the walls threatened to close in and consume her. Fleeing captivity she threw open the door, running through the courtyard, a woman lost; half mad; possessed. The cool stones slippery under her feet; her body drenched; her spirit free.

No more what if’s and why’s of it all; no more lies and self deceit; only the truth of what she knows; who she is, what she feels. There are no deals to be made with the devil, for she tried that pact long ago; life is short, the road is narrow and second chances are few; you can grab it by the balls, or take it by the hand; but in the end, if you let it, regret will surely kill you.

Her hands are on the wheel
Moonlight on her skin
Weight of the world drifting
Taking in all in

She see’s the light shining
Just around the bend
She rushes full speed
There’s no looking back

She’s taken the wheel
She’s taking control…

Kerouac

24 May 2008

She stood among
The classics
Looking
But not seeing

Although Dracula
Caught her eye
Recognition was
Fleeting

She touched the
Spines
Of various sizes
Scent of mocha
Latte
Assaulting her
Senses

Suddenly he was there…

Asking what she
Wouldn’t
Let her self
Wonder
But the flip side
Of the silver
Coin

From her perspective
Holding this
Connection
Having absolutely
Nothing
To do with
Books

Then again he
Asked softly
Snatching this one
From within

Have you ever
Fallen
Helplessly in
Love
With someone
That you
Have never before
Met –