Poetic Journeys # 30 – Invocation of Maat

November 7, 2010 by  
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Poetic Journeys # 30 - Invocation of Maat

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Great Mother of the Sun
Descend into the arms of the earth
Winged Goddess of Balance
Come unto us who cry out to you
For justice and truth and strength
For we are struggling with a disease
That seems infinite and powerful.

We call upon you to help balance the energies
That man has unleashed upon the earth
We call upon you to bring the truth
That humans will awake to their folly
We call upon you to give us strength
To persevere on all levels in healing the earth
In organizing, in uniting
And in bringing a halt to her destruction!

We invoke
The black free-standing feather of Maat
The crystal star gleaming within
The outpouring of interstellar energies
Flowing and snaking through the earth
Filling every living thing
With the will toward harmony
And balance.

We invoke the point of equilibrium
The force of momentum,
Gravity and electron-spin resonance
Filling us with the song
Of balance.

We invoke the law of the universe
The innate delicate stasis-in-flow
That governs all things
May we channel this energy in our work
May we be a conduit of the black flame of justice
And the silence of truth-in-action
May we be unified with all living beings
Through the breath of Maat
And may her heart-beat fill our ears
As the sound of a singing healed planet!

O Maat!
Mother of infinity
Goddess who guides the Sun
The planets
And all the ever-moving stars
Guide us now in our hour of need!
Embrace us that we may walk the tightrope
Of species and planetary survival.
Magnify the conscious, the inner voice
Of every human being
And every society
Reveal to them the horror
The sickness and the evil
That exists in the possible future
Of a ruined planet
Show them the suicidal path
That we are blindly treading
Heedlessly tossing poisons and garbage as we go
Show them the twisted result
Of what we are leaving
Our children’s-children’s-children:
The toxic seas
The ravaged land
The silent animals. . .
Wake them up to the horror
They are sleeping amidst!
Shock them!
With your lightening gaze
Assault them!
With your beating wings
Chill them!
With your spatial winds
That they may see and realize
What they are doing
Before it is too late !
May we all undo that which has been done
Before it is too late
May the natural balance of the earth
Be restored
Before it is too late!
Great cosmic Mother
May it be so.

Tua Maati!
We invoke the black haired Goddess
Who balances the souls of all beings
Who, weighed with the heart,
Reveals all things.
May we be so weighed
And found noble.
May we enter the abode of Amenta
May we enter the chamber of truth
And stand before the great power of justice
Maat, crowned with the feather
Reveal yourself in all your manifestations

Come as a black child of mirth
Dancing and singing the balance
Of the earth

Come as the great Mother
Covered with constellations
Giving birth to the balance
Of the earth

And come
We call you
We warriors who strive for the earth
As Maut, the vulture
Crowned with the moon
With the red eyes of judgment
And the claws of retribution
Of an angry and injured earth!

We call forth the center of truth and justice
From within and without
We name this power Maat
And we manifest it here and now
As knowledge, will and action
In service of the planet Earth.

Through the strength and energy of our arms
May the balance of Maat
Be done!

Through the clarity of our minds and loins
May the balance of Maat
Be done!

Through the black flame of justice in our hearts
May the balance of Maat
Be done!

A ka dua!
Tua Maati!
Tua Maat!
Tua ma!

©2010 by Aion131.
Edited by Sheta Kaey

Poetic Journeys #29 – Beneath the Surface

August 2, 2010 by  
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Poetic Journeys #29 - Beneath the Surface

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Forgotten over the years
Pushed to the back of minds weighed down with mundane concerns
He waits in solitude for the day
When someone may remember, and keep him company

A chill wind blows from the north
Reminding one who lives along the shore
Of someone she held dear in time long past
Yet the thought is more a whisper than a shout

He feels the pain of being a promise broken
Yet still he abides behind the veil
A soul immortal cannot die
But can be buried by the wretchedness of anguish borne alone

He looks down upon the sea below his vantage point
And longs to be free of his boundless solitude
He extends his arms, and falling forward from the height, joins the sea birds in their flight
Twisting, wheeling, unafraid

The soul immortal cannot die
He touches surf and is drawn beneath the waves
The sun reflects off the surface of the water,
Revealing a dark, familiar shape below

Along another shore in a world far away
A woman feels a pang within her breast
She is weary and wishes she could sleep forever
And walk the shores of an eternal dream

Something lies beneath the surface of her memories
A treasure that she lost long ago
Someone who understood the unflagging sorrow
A breath inhaled and exhaled, lost forever

She will reach beyond the veil this night
And take the hand of the one who waits
Forgotten to the conscious mind that buries dreams beneath stacks of unpaid bills
Burdened by joys thrust aside in favor of unending toil

Some things cannot be explained away by logic
Tested away by science, prayed away by dogmatic religion
She has labored long and hard for futile gain
Happiness has waited long enough

Tonight she shall sail away to join the one who waits beneath the waves
To dwell on shadowed shores where the blinding light of the orthodoxy never reaches
She is weary of a world wherein to survive she must forget what she holds most dear
Tonight is her last night among the striving masses

Tonight at last he rises from the sea
To dwell forever in the shadows of a land
Created by the dark dreams of souls misunderstood
Never again shall he abide alone
For at last he has someone to dream with

Rose LeMort is a clairvoyant and fiction author. Her first published work will be a revision of the 2007 novel, Eternal Death I: Lost Beneath the Surface, which was originally penned by Lily Strange. The revised novel is due out by the end of this year. Rose works in tandem with her spirit companion, Kai Rikard. For more information, visit Rose’s website or her Facebook page.

©2010 by Rose LeMort.

Poetic Journeys #28 – The Gnostic

May 3, 2010 by  
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Poetic Journeys #28 - The Gnostic

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on an Easter long ago
the Dark Night of the Soul
the self crucified on the cross of Ego
“Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?”
It is Finished!

the stone, Restriction,
rolled away by Will
light beamed forth
from within

it was I who arose
bearing the Light
no grace, no guilt,
no sin, no god in sight

I laughed
stepping forth into the Day
created by the spark within
shedding rays of Light, Life, Love and Liberty

©2010 by Shawn Gray.

Poetic Journeys # 27 – Bless My Space

April 30, 2010 by  
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Poetic Journeys # 27 - Bless My Space

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Bless my space, O Lord!

North, south, east, west;
My Lord brings me all things blessed.
East, west, south, north;
All shadow, our God’s life drives forth.
South, north, west, east;
Angels draw us to the bridal feast.
West, east, north, south;
Let wisdom’s winds flow through my mouth.

From earth and sky,
All evil fly
From blessed birth
In sky and earth.

From sea and fire,
Our foes retire.
By fire and sea,
Comes love to me.

©2010 by Ambrose Hawk.
Edited by Sheta Kaey.

Poetic Journeys #26 – ROTA: The Wheel of Aeons

April 29, 2010 by  
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Poetic Journeys #26 - ROTA: The Wheel of Aeons

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“Then, when thou knowest first the Wheel of Destiny complete, mayest thou perceive THAT Will which moved it first. (There is no first or last.)” — #78, The Book of Lies, By To Mega Therion

No breath, no time
Neither darkness nor light
No thing
Then wind, the sound of pipes
Pain of birth, awareness dawns
A beast-man dancing
Amidst the chaos
Water, flame, rock and storm
Heavy breath of fetid swamp
Lizard god on gray throne

Fashioned from the soul of matter
Seeds break open; cycles
The Great Mother opens her eyes
Sweeping all before her in a flood
The play of a child
She gives the beasts of the forest tongues
And teaches them the spells of life

To her a sun of fire is born
Upon the sacred hill of winter
He sits upon her throne
As her symbol
Gold and green, horns of fire upon his head
Too beautiful
The beasts who worshiped killed him
They ate his flesh and drank his blood
Forgetting the Mother who tends the grave

From the East a star is shining
The Mother again gives birth;
Light shines forth from her belly
A golden hawk
Scatters the beasts
Tears down the tarnished image
Slaying the priests of the dead god

Fire falls upon the throne
Dying down
Turning to red then black and twisting
Shadows are white
A woman appears
Stepping from the flame
She is black and featureless
She holds before her a black feather
And a luminous jewel
These she has balanced with her hands
A shadow covers all
The feather is left upon the throne
Until the starry tide washes all away. . .

©2010 by Aion131

Poetic Journeys #25 – KetKuth

April 29, 2010 by  
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Poetic Journeys #25 - KetKuth

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The Point of Light is within the Darkness of Matter
Malkuth is a Gateway direct to Kether
As Kether is both the seed (1) and actuality (10) of One
As Many
The 10- Thousand Things are the
One- Thing
And the 1-Thing is reflected/refracted
In every single Facet/Manifestation
Within Malkuth
Thus Ever the Bride
The 10-thousand things are the Throne of Making
Upon it sits the non-sub-supra particle
The Point of Light
The Crown
One movement
Is reflected/refracted
In every shard, every facet, every angle of the Bride
The Mother of All; Ma
What you say you do
What you think you have done
What you contemplate is the unfolding cosmos
What you strive for is a tightrope walk
Called Art
The thin string is streaaaaaached between
Kether and Malkuth
This is the hidden way of the Sage
Not the Right Hand Path of endless Pontificating
Not the Left Hand Path of emptiness and detachment
The Hidden Third Way
This is the Kingdom, the Heaven, the Nirvana — it really is that simple.
Kether is in Malkuth
Malkuth in Kether
1 is in 10
And 10 in 1
the path is through the non existent 0
In other words
It never was.
1 is all ways = 1
So simple
So real
So unnoticed by all who are wrapped
In a nasty blanket of Woe and Samsara
Ah. Well.

The Root & Tree Touch Crown Root
Call it: KetKuth
It is the Self-Reflected Mind
Mirror and Being
The Double Tree
The Vajra
The Lightning Bolt Dhyana Synapse

. . .

As all words unravel, it is the absurd that slips in
Stealing just a bit
Of the Fire of Heaven
Back to that rock and hungry vulture later!
It is self-indulgent anyway.
The Promethean Fire leaps up and the chains break
The gods have fled or are drowsy/sleeping
There is none to oppose his reemergence but the Old One
The Old Man — the crabby old Archon
But light and laughter and love
Trump politics and pissing contests in the end

So the verbiage slowly. . . stills. . .
The mind worms are settled — a shimmer like dawn or dusk
Pervaded the mind

From Mind it comes
To Mind it goes
The actuality is the proof of the Unity
The dispersion is proof of the unfocused dis-ease.
Our world brings us to the focus we will
And we will it to be and bring forth itself with Love

So simple, so complex — so utterly without form or logic
Ah! But with joy! Ha!

Have Fun
Catching the Firefly
In the Garden

©2010 by Aion131

Poetic Journeys #24 – The Founding of the Black Flame Kaba

January 29, 2010 by  
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Poetic Journeys #24 - The Founding of the Black Flame Kaba

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Pan was lonely for the chase 

Moon-white thighs and wine’s embrace 

But the mood upon the land

was of cold and Death

He chanced upon the Waste in dread

Dreaming ferns and soft sunlight 

When into his loneliness came 

The cry of a Hawk 

and thunder awoke at the sound of its wings

Pan, called Dead, arose and trod 

the Dreams of serfs

to the end of the road 

There he spied naught but void

He saw within the darkness
a Shadow dancing in silence 

He perceived it was a Goddess

He, alone for aeons, trembled

With a shot and then a cry 

He launched himself into the sky

unleashing the raging
dance about him

She whose laughter is the starlight 

played about his shaggy form 

As he played his pipes 

she sang

The music they weave spins the stars

Galaxies dance about their play

She who is NOT

Loving he who is ALL

Dancing upon the Sands of Night
above the hallowed depths of darkness
between creation and destruction

Hail to the Twin flame 

Who are NONE in their joy.

©2010 by Aion131.
Edited by Sheta Kaey.

Poetic Journeys #23 – Entering In

January 29, 2010 by  
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Poetic Journeys #23 - Entering In

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I am the Bull in the Garden;
I am the lightening in the clouds;
I am the thunder in the air;
I am the rain kissing the earth;
I am the whirlwind
that crashes from heaven to Earth,
that raises Earth dancing to Heaven.

I am S/He
In whom God is manifest upon Earth.
I am the Great Jewel
brought down from Heaven,
raised up from Earth.

This place is sacred,
for here the Great God comes forth,
and Earth is blessed and transformed
into a sphere of light and blessing.

I am Sacred
because here the Great Spirit dwells,
and Light shines Gold out of my ruin;
where S/He builds up the walls of Jerusalem.

I am transformed.
I am the Hidden Tabernacle of the Most High
beyond the altar of incense0
in the secret Holy of Holies.

I am carried
into the Court of the Nations.


©2010 by Ambrose Hawk.
Edited by Sheta Kaey.

Poetic Journeys #22 – Coming to the Light

January 24, 2010 by  
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Poetic Journeys #22 - Coming to the Light

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My mind playing tricks on my eyes
That golden glow bringing me into
worlds of pumpkin coaches.
Valkyrie in flight,
neverlands that never were,
yet so much more real than
what passes for day to day.

Sadness is beauty brought down by ugliness,
truth succumbing to convenient lies.
Joy is opening all the senses into the
spectrum of beauty.
No moderation,
no limitation,
no convenient structural captivity.
Let the stars be shining beacons
calling us home.
Let the wind be a magical cloak,
the rain an exultation.
Let the cold, dark night be
a treasured, inspiring friend.

Let the night take me forward
Into ever-fulfilling fantasies
The never-empty cup,
the magic wand/magic word,
sprinkled with faery dust,
toasted with the fine bubbles
of celluloid champagne.
Let us, the night and I, sneak off into
exotic adventure.
Let us learn the secrets of the Moon and Stars,
ancient runes and alchemical wonders.
Let us play upon the backs of dragons,
learning to fly,
learning to breathe fire,
learning to explore the mountain peaks
and caverns of
our chthonic fears
and spin them into gold.

The new day dawning
it will encounter clouds and hailstorms,
turbulence and destruction.
It will be a day of startling showers and
unsettled wind,
of unreasoned pain
and empty solace.
It will be a day to try our souls.
But it will be a day of infinite possibilities.

Let my good friend, the night,
join me in play
to help prepare me for the day.
Let the earth and fire and rain and wind
infuse my spirit
that we all be fellow friends
in the new ventures
coming with the light.

©2010 by Laurie Corzett.
Edited by Sheta Kaey.

Poetic Journeys #21 – Eleusis

Poetic Journeys #21 - Eleusis

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Artemis Pangaia!

Mystery of mystery
White light within the Flame
The Hidden Fire
Is the Heart of Nature.
The brilliant Light
Erupts from Yoni
In the scream-cry-chant of Birthing
Cosmic, Whole, All Embracing
Transforming All.
Light beyond all lights
Luminescent, Transcendent
Peacock Sheen
Body of Flaming Sun
Of crystalline brilliance of full glowing moon
All rays of Star-Light
One light
A Ray.
The Flame of the World
The Flame of the Altar
The Flame that is the blazing aura
Of a Stalk of Wheat
A Branch of Offering
The Tree of Life;
The shimmering Light that is HER
Is scattered as an ever out-rippling cascade of Stars
Shining forth from Her Heart,
her Breasts,
her Yoni
Creating the Stars- the Sun and Moon
And the glimmering life in Every Living Thing .
Mystery of Mystery
The Light
Reflected in a million smiles, a million lives,
A million Minds- One Mind
Transforming All
Awareness and
Into awe and love that is endless and deep.
Kyria Kore!
Hekas, Hekas, Este Bebeloi!!!
Artemis Pangaia!
A New Life is Born!

Sophia copyright 2009 by Aion131

©2009 Aion131

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