Tag: 9
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Orphic offering
There is an ultimate offering. It is to the God of All, to the whole. It is giving to all whatever is needed to make the living world an example of the great beauty, to match all that we are with all that is and will be. We call this “activation” I suppose, and it…
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Subtle Dialogue
I saw a knife; was it rusted or blood encrusted? Encrusted or cursed? It glowed in twilight, it stood in darkness, hidden behind the stone wall. It was from the old days, and it was in the hands of a man whose face was hidden. Behind him I heard cackling, snorting laughter of a woman,…
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Figurine and HQ
Recalling early training triggered my logic, and reactivated patterns that I’d not used or participated in for over 25 years. It was thrilling to get set up and ready for a focus session again. In my room, near the shelves, I sat in my chair with the portable table nearby. I brought it right in…
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Deployed
It was a tough beginning, rocky and disruptive. Having received the message that it was time to set out, I was surprised by my own reluctance. Events and attitudes I had not ever considered swirled before me as priorities. Obvious ploys to take me away from the work I had trained and signed up for.…
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By Heart
Okay, I think I understand this. I’m not to meddle in that cold way. It won’t lead anywhere, jut take me far from this quest, lost in a frightening forest without anywhere to land. No friend in sight, no hand of welcome. No arching protective field of being. This cold college, the maelstrom of cool,…
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Numinous Peace Journey
There were glitches now. The message, personal, that I wrote to the archivist was electronically intercepted and redirected to others who would think less of me if they read it, which they did. I added a little more to it, to make it all seem intentional, but I did feel very bad about it. And…
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Glynis
A shy girl stands alone, observing all this, not ready to step into it. No one else appears to be there. Only the birds – a great murmuration of swallows appears, for it is early morning. Moving like music over the village, over the hillside, and then right overhead, in vortex, creating elaborate calligraphy, in…