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the miracle is not to walk on water but to walk on earth – Zen Master Lin chi
Monthly Archives: May 2016
once upon a time when we were young…..
Dark Moon May 19, 2004. Cape Breton. In Gemini
crone, the woman past menopause, old age, deep secrets, wisdom, divination, prophecy,
death and resurrection, endings (therefore new beginnings*)
Element: water
Colour: black
Goddesses: Hecate, Anna. 1
Moon in Gemini – I adapt – mutable air sign. 2
Colour: orange
spells. To finish the old and move on to the new, to juggles the many projects (multi task*),
finding new car or job, mental arts including meditation, divination etc. Magick for learning to
understand and deal with siblings. 3
crystal or scrying bowl placed in the centre of the circle – “This is the ending before the
beginning, the death before new life. Now on the ebb tide the secrets of the shore line are
uncovered by the retreating waves. The moon is hidden, but the faintest of stars are revealed
and those who have eyes to see may read the fates and know the mysteries. The Goddess,
whose name cannot be spoken, naked enters the Kingdom of Death. In the most vast silence
and stillness, all is possible. We meet in the time of the Crone, to touch the deep power of the
dark.” 1
This phase of the Moon Mother’s face means totally having the potential to be whole, to voyage
forth in the dark void with your light-body. You spare yourself nothing, for all sacrifices are
realized to be ‘making sacred’… During the Dark Moon you can see into the future and
actualize it through the harmonic vibrations of your cells. This takes deep trust and also getting
in touch with your larger purpose from before you were born – why you incarnated?
We are crossing the sea of the dark night
in the boats of our bodies, these vehicles of light.
Help me to release all that is not love ( Banishing Pentacle @ each
Help me to release all that is not light ‘Help- Me’ line)*
Help me to release all that is not truth
Help me to release all that is not prosperity
Help me to release all that is not compassion
Help me to release all that is not proper action
Help me to release all that is not courage
Help me to release all that is not…(improvise)
I am happy even in a black hole for I am a light unto myself. 4
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送眀
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Cast circle outside do Shelly’s elven spell outside..( use above re scrying/meditation inside.)
Inside Altar: Chessboard, midnight blue cloth, black obsidian egg south, hematite egg east,
pyrite egg west, scallop shell with Irish Cavan soil in it – north. Gargoyle stone candle holder,
green candle, centre bowl of salt water for scrying, quartz crystals and eggs around it, goddess figure ( Willendorf figure terracotta) crone, and sword lies between scallop shell & crystal eggs.
Do Shelly’s fairy prosperity charm inside. meditate. speak out loud Starhawk quote and This
Mother’s face. Speak Help me lines, as above plus improvising. Shelly casting banishing
pentacle with her dagger at the end of each line.
Open circle outside. Prior to opening invoke protection (psychic & physical – shooting star in
the south as if in answer) Crisp cold clear night.
When everything else is gone, true happiness remains.pdl
Sources
* improvised/ stuff of our own
- Spiral Dance. Starhawk. 1979 edition. Harper Row. SF
- Goddess Spirituality. Ffiona Morgan. 1991ed. Daughters Of The Moon Publishing. CA.
- Solitary Witch. Silver Raven Wolf. 2003. Llewellyn Publications. St. Paul
- Faces Of The Moon Mother. Rowena Pattee Kryder. 1991. Golden Point Productions. Mount
Shasta, CA.
:5. Witches’ Date Book. 2004. Llewellyn Worlwide. St.Paul.
6.The Old Farmer’s Almanac, Canadian Edition. Robert B. Thomas. 2004. Yankee Publishing
Inc. Dublin, NH.
7 Wicca Craft, Gerina Dunwich. 1991. Citadel Pres. NY
8 Wicca. Viviane Crowley. 1989. Aquarian Press/Harper-Collins. London.
- Masks Of Misrule. Nigel Jackson. 1996. Capall Bann Publishing. Berks UK.
All is sacred.
The goddess is always present
Jackson Pollocked Across the Empty Linens of My Bed, a young love song, ruff draft
Your razors are my kisses
Your hands basin my heart
How often will you bleed me
And leave me in the dark?
I know that you know me
I know you have no doubt
No matter what I try to do
No matter what I say
Can’t change the way I feel
Don’t want too anyway
No matter what I’m doing
just waiting around for you
My door is always open
So you don’t even need the key
I got myself a new phone
Gave no one else the number
So no one bothers me
Your razors are my kisses
Your hands basin my heart
How often will you bleed me
And leave me in the dark?
Poets that we love
Standing on the moon
With nothing else to do
A lovely view of heaven
But I’d rather be with you
winter anyway, a love poem by pd lyons
used to walk by trees like these
a country where winter meant deep snow
wind sometimes cut wounds like a smile across my face
a great breathless
no-doubt-about-being alive-rush deep New England winter
Made my way to some place I knew existed then,
slight shelter from the gale
flick and fumble
eventually light
sacramental cigarette
to the east, to the south, to the west, to the north, as above so below,
as within, so with out, on the smoke that is my prayer…
and somehow all I could do was say thank you –
for this snow,
this wind,
this gunmetal sky,
this bit of shelter crook of a stone wall
this cold, cold, cold against the small heat of my beating heart
Alberto Moravia Quote
“It is what we are forced to do that forms our character, not what we do of our own free will.” – Alberto Moravia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alberto_Moravia
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just to say thank you to each and every one who has ever hit the like button, made comment and for those of you who are real – decided to follow this blog.
sometimes in this writing life –
it gets kinda lonely
you know that place where no
human contact is a small thing
rather inspiration
gratitude
creativity
learning
fortitude
wishing you all the very best
sincerely
pdlyons
ruff notes w/ Turkish coffee, by pd lyons
So sometimes I am in this place of what I call incognito poet. Like even if you could or would want to follow me every minute of the day(s) nothing remotely resembling writing of any kind goes on. Maybe email stuff or lately working a final edit on a collection but nothing else is going on. Certainly nothing poetical.
The days are fine, or not. The drink is occasional or more. The life goes twitchy tumble or smooth and fine a something silky with out the death or torture of a single worm.
so
it goes
sitting up with the 6 o clock coffee
another morning reminiscent of the one before
for no apparent reason
i get these lines in my head
a lonely lovers kinda of thing
four or five lines
by the time i think i should jot it down
you know its gone
well not quite all
there is a bit of a linger ~
your tears like stars found light in the dark
and I think yeah I can work with that
~
Turkish coffee
well
the morning owes me that
maybe later I find something to write on
maybe
but you know if you cave in to the muse
won’t she despise such boyish weakness
never chase any woman
even if you don’t end up arrested
you’ll be rejected
so
maybe
Your
tears
like stars find
light in the dark
nothing else
.