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Lost Voices

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Lost Voices Who will keep the Knowledge when the hunters fade into legends and paintings on the rock face? With no voices to name the eland or call the rain how will the Ancestors sing the Songlines? Their wisdom is lost to the now scattered Children of the grasslands who huddle caged in the cities dead to the dreaming of the dry desert dunes creeping ever closer they cannot hear the west wind whispering to itself amongst the scattered bones of the Wild ones who had nowhere to run from the relentless drought   Souls are split from the Sacred that they once wandered hand in hand with through the vast open spaces with their herds   The old ways are dying as the waters are drying and the ancient forests cleared no fist strikes the drum to negotiate with the Thunder God no offerings float on the now still river long empty of fish the Children are gone the Ancestors are silent the wind has wandered on   What are you d...
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Kissing Clowns

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Nightmares in my head of monsters in my bed vampires in my mind feeding on the kind soft shadows lost inside ugly voices yelling trusted faces selling demons dressed as dreams nothing as it seems pull myself back in and down to the darkness underground hungry, heartless, kissing clowns looking out through tired eyes glowing ghosts, grabbing ghouls fiends that float stabbing souls spin three times round and cross the bridge dont look down you're on the edge mouth taped shut arms outstretched prayers locked up I can almost reach the wizard waiting at the end I do hope he's a friend or is he just another candy cover on a smiling snake that smothers you and offers a shiny red Apple? ohhh Kissing clowns one touch from them and you're going down you try to hide but your feet are tied a weeping bride, you're going to drown unless you take the shiny red Apple race back across the shaking bridge spin three times round and come unhinged past the grabbing ghouls who want my Soul b...
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The Summoning

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Now is the time of the Summoning call Them back to you the unloved Selves the unwanted Truths the fractured  gather your Wounded the yearnings set free in your dreamscape to wander  untethered, uncaged as they could not here. Summon them gently invite them back in ... The crying Child  afraid of shouting voices leaving  tell her it will all work out and that she turned out strong not needing to belong  or stay where there was fear. The Dreamer who forsook reality  for brighter sunny skies ask her to bring back the color It’s lonely here without her magic. The Angel who tore off her Wings  when She felt unworthy of Gods love remind her of water falling in sunlight  and the deep peace of being held in His Light. The Rebel who could not bear the suffering of the world  and lost herself in an alternate dimension. Call them back  You will be stronger  now that you know how to love them.  And they will bring home  a thousand tal...
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Reflections

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A thousand deaths I died enmeshed in your warped idea of “Love” my own dreams sucked lifeless by your not being enough and having to crush me to prove you are tough But I did this I opened the door to you and invited you into my soft, gentle heart where you proceeded without fanfare to shred it apart A thousand tears I cried as the happy little voices in my head  stopped laughing  and wept bitterly instead as I lay sleepless at night breathless with dread But I did this I allowed you to stay instead of sending you on your way and I faded inside taking the plunging crash  down  to the dark places  deep underground A thousand times I tried  to whisper to that little flame of hope to burn strong again but I could not find the words to coax me back into bright and so I stumbled on lost and alone in the Night I did this I ignored the yearnings of my own truth and so I am not quite sure what to say  ...
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The Lady & The King Stag

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                        was badly wounded traversing the wastelands cold winds tearing at Him suffering alone so much to give so full of courage and strength so needing to be loved better so needing to live She was trapped in the Underworld Her wing broken so gentle, so kind so needing to learn how to be loved so needing clarity of mind Pic:  Credit Unknown Somewhere in Africa as Spring was returning to the dry land and the full yellow moon  rising over the savanna a Lion roared setting into motion a Destiny that was written when the stars were being born Credit:  Laurent Baheux And the Angels wept with joy as the Sword of Integrity and Devotion, that had been forged in the fire of His Wounding  was drawn He made a promise to the Spirit that lived within Him – the Stag – King of all that is honorable, wild, and free She had a vision o...
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From the Firelight

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Briefly I believe in something beautiful, kind, good, pure in the World – call it Source/Light/Love.  And obviously the dark is undeniable – it pulls the puppets' strings from the shadows… feeding on our misery. When I name gods and goddesses below, I am speaking about the archetypes I feel running through the fabric of reality… the olde magical Celtic ways are beautiful to me.  There is a basic rule – Harm None.  And so I write for the animals, for the Earth, and for my Self to be healed. If we all just took responsibility for transmuting our own Shadows, the world would be immediately lighter, brighter, and kinder. All my writing :   © 2017 The Priestess Speaks: When the primal Flood receded          I was there                   Soil bare as Wind loved Me  He carved Me into Mountains of Stone   the Ice ca...
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