From the Firelight

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 came

retreated

and I stood

alone

I AM Africa

My bones are ancient matter

of a Promise made

and a Cry that shattered

the One into dual

Day and Night

Dark and Light

so that Source could know how Love feels

the Ecstasy, the Despair

and the Tears that heal

I AM the spirit of the Marula Tree

Roots reaching down

deep

I wrote the words to Songs

that returning Swallows keep

Mine is the power of the Forest in the Pod

of the Wish of a Tree

and a Dreaming of the God

the warm dark Magic of the soft Cocoon

the Death and Rebirth at the Dark of the Moon

the strength of century upon century

colors layered in the Rock face

Mine is the beat all Wildness drums to

and I am the safe place

that the little Duiker runs to

I am the Circle of Mourning

when a Spirit shakes off form

but I am too the Pain and the Joy

when a Child is born

I AM Woman

a glitter of Stardust

that dreamt a Wish and fell

I have burned in the Fire

and been lost in Hell

fought with my Demons

until I remembered the mission

was quite simply to Love

and to guide the lost ones

home

1994 Pietermaritzburg

I AM Priestess of the Sacred Feminine

guarding Her Flame down through the Ages

in all Her guises

from the first Dawn

to where we wait now in the Dark Night

for the world to be reborn

Goddess, Earth Mother

please shine Your Light into all the confused areas of My Being

show me what is good and can grow in Your Light

fill Me totally and break down any crystallised dark forms in My Self

grant Me clarity on the Way forward and light the Path for Me

And as the Shadow within Me is transmuted

may the Shadow of Mankind be transmuted

bringing Light and Love down to Earth

may Heaven manifest on Earth

Stag of the North

Wolf of the East

Lion of the South

Swan of the West

by Antler and Moon

Feather and Sun

it is now done

All is One

Christine Jordaan

Pietermaritzburg

Lunar Eclipse – Blood Moon

04 April 2015 = 16

Invocation of the White Lioness

The Lion-God… the Heart of Africa… the Son behind the Sun… His bones are being used in traditional medicines and dark magic… trapping His Soul… we need to free the trapped Souls of the Lions killed for their bones, their skins, their heads… they are bred to be killed for profit… thousands wait in cages to die. Lightworkers across the world went to sacred sites to read this the night before the first Global March for Lions, which I initiated in 2014.

Isis, Artemis, Bride

I call upon the power of three

King Stag, Lord of the Wild and Free

as I say so mote it be

Lady and Lord of the Earth and North

grant me the strength and timelessness of the standing stones

the nourishment of the forest floor

of mossy streams and resting bones

the silence of the cave

where we die to be reborn

Lady and Lord of the East and Air

as a gale lifts the stale, stagnant energy

please cleanse my soul until all is light and free

Lady and Lord of the South and Fire

as I step into the flames knowing that I AM fire

burn through my soul until all is pure

release the constraints of time and place

all this heartbreak

these tears

this anger

these fears

become a sword of pure love

which none can withstand

White Lioness,

we invoke you

the Lady has need of you

Seven years it’s been

since you have walked in your physical body on Earth

you were born in a death camp

but died free

thus you know the evil we fight

We need your help

to set the stolen Souls free

and guide them back safely

to their Peace in the Dreaming

of the Lady

You are Lioness

you are Mother

protecting Her Pride

please journey with us into the darkness

Credit: Earl Brown

The Souls that have been stolen

may they return

the cords that are holding them

may they burn

and may the Dark Ones that took them

be bound

hands to feet

root to crown

hands to feet

root to crown

The innocent blood that was spilt

each drop of the sacrifice made

forms a river of Light

to guide us

through the darkness

to where they wait

caged

Let the Souls that were stolen

return

let the cords that are holding them

burn

and may the Dark Ones that took them

be bound

hands to feet

root to crown

hands to feet

root to crown

This Love that guides us

this Love that we are

we have as a shield

and follow as a Star

Walking The Path

no darkness shall harm us

for we walk in the Light

with Angels around us

White Lioness,

and all the Angels of Light,

we place a shield over the body of the Lady

please keep the Dark Ones from Her shores

those that would harm Her

and maim Her Children

we banish

those that would enslave Her Soul

we bind

hands to feet

root to crown

hands to feet

root to crown

The sleeping one has now been awoken

the Love of the Earth has spoken

As She is the Moon

and He is the Sun

as You are within Me

and We are all One

all is now done

all is now done.

Christine Jordaan

KwaZulu Natal, March 2013

To awaken King Arthur

In every ancient culture the People have a Hero sleeping in the mountain -

Legend promises He will arise when needed to defend the Land...

When the danger is greatest…

Now is that time – our Earth is being destroyed… terror is being waged upon the Feminine, it’s a time of sex-trafficking, rape... brutality to Mother Earth - we need our Hero, … please Arthur – we need You! I have no wish to live in a transhuman land of machinery and concrete.

I want to run free with the Sunlight on my hair…

The Sacred Feminine must be honored once more – and Arthur is Her Champion.

Lady and Lord of the North and Earth

of the caves of death, and the Soul’s rebirth

of mountain peaks reaching up to the sky

and rocky chasms where diamonds lie

please grant us Your Presence and Power

Lady and Lord of the East and Air

of gentle breezes and winds that tear

of the breath of Spirit upon which eagles glide

and blows pictures with clouds in the deep blue sky

please grant us Your Presence and Power

Lady and Lord of the South and Fire

of the spark of life and the witches’ pyre

of dancing flames and devouring burning

Strength forged in the flames from tortured yearning

please grant us Your Presence and Power

Lady and Lord of the West and Water

of healing wells and cleansing lighter

of underground rivers and oceans deep

and silent lakes where secrets sleep

please grant us Your Presence and Power

Hecate,

Goddess of the Underworld

Keeper of the Crossroads

Your Priestess kneels weeping

at the Sacred Well

and the King lies asleep in the mountain

ln a time now passed into fairy-tale

the legend of Arthur and His Knights of the Holy Grail

told of a Sacred Pledge that He would heed this Call

and when all seemed lost and the world would fall

He would awaken to defend His land once more

Arthur,

Hero King of Olde,

this is the hour that the Prophecy foretold

awaken, awaken

the Wildwood has fallen

and the Lady is taken

She is imprisoned in chains

and darkness is covering our lands

deep Earth knowing

let Him hear

the screams of beasts and His people crying

rich soil growing

make Him whole

Hecate, please may He pass and guide His Soul

Arthur, awaken from Your sleep

time for the King to battle once more

lands are burning

Sun Wheel turning

devils are swarming to Her shores

forests falling

oceans dying

animals tortured

children crying

promises were broken and Angels fell

Souls are lost in earthly hell

Hearts are closed to the Lady’s pain

shattered minds erupt in flames

madness stalks the screaming homes

god is long abandoned

and the devil sits on his throne

deep Earth knowing

let Him hear

the screams of beasts and His people crying

rich soil growing

make Him whole

Hecate, please may He pass and guide His Soul

and let the Spirit of the noble King

enter into every Man

and their Hero awaken deep within

and may They rise up and defend the Land

By all the Power of Land and Sea

as I have spoken may it come to be

with the Grace of Moon and the Strength of Sun

as Love is within Me and through Love We are One

all is now done

Christine Jordaan

KwaZulu Natal, April 2014

Calling Me Home

Salt

Feather

Candle

Chalice

Circle drawn

All in balance

Spiral traced in and down

Body of Earth

Celestial Crown

Dark Moon

Tomb

release to the Night

Wounds and Shadows

that block the Light

Out of the darkest black

I call My Self back

Persephone lead Me up and out

Spring is calling

Wind and Sunlight

New Moon

Womb

Faith renew

to Self be True

Fairies sit seeing at a silvery lake

and weave into being the tapestry of Fate

listening to the calling in a Soul’s yearning heart

and watching all the steps that it’s taken on The Path

Lessons learnt and tears wept

actions taken and promises kept

weaving, spinning

past and future into one

back through Time’s illusion

to where it all began

On their shimmering tapestry I see

a memory of Eden

Earth’s Prayer that dreamt Me

My Soul’s Vision

a Sacred Mission

Wolf howl

Moonless sky

Pulse quicken

Witches fly

Heart yearning

Wheel turning

He is calling

Soul is soaring

13 years since the Promise made

years of heartache and karma paid

bitter lessons burning in hellish flames

tortured

dead

rising up again

Imbolc Dedication Isle of Raasay, February 2002

13 years since She spoke at the Crossroads

13 years My blood dreaming in the water

13 winters My heart frozen to ice

13 suns have crossed Heaven’s starry skies

NOW

HERE

is my blood brought forth

by leaf of Holly from Her land

into this chalice of African wood

that holds Her sacred sand

Love and intention in my cauldron of Dark Moon,

seeds I have planted, and all being in tune,

what I ordain shall indeed come to pass –

manifest the Magick from the Isle of Glass

Activate the Sacred Cord

take me home to the wildwood Lord

Woman to Land

home to clan

through astral realms

over misty hills

heart pounds

Soul thrills

the King Stag is waiting

He is waiting

Hecate,

Goddess of the Underworld

I stand at Your Crossroads again

give me a sign which Way to take

and please clear The Path forward of all obstacles

Artemis of the Moon and wild beasts

I would serve the Grail by healing the wasteland and saving the wood

Bride – Your healing wells and magical poetry lit up the hearts of the Celtic tribes,

when the Magick seems so far away and my heart pines for the cool glens and purple heather – grant me Your third gift – Sight in the flames of the Fires of Inspiration

King Stag, as it has always done and always will do,

my life and Love belong to You,

Forever and in Truth

Pic Credit: Unknown

If all be in alignment with the highest good

and rooted in the deep of the green Wildwood

so Mote It Be

It Will Be.

Christine Jordaan

Pietermaritzburg 2015

Lament of Gaia

It was Springtime

and you were a child in My forests

in awe at the splendor of the towering trees

I gave you rainbows to smile at after the storm

and butterflies when you slipped and fell down

a whole garden of friends in all shapes and sizes

with feathers, and fur

scales and claw

so much for you to love

and to love you

Zuvuya, KZN Midlands January 2014

I sob now

those forests are torn down

and tears of acid raining on dead ground

You have grown away from Me

slipping into a treeless realm

where My soft sunlight cannot reach you

I sing to you on the evening breeze

but you have built walls to shut Me out

and discord has entered the lands

In this,

the autumn of My Being

the colors are fading fast

I am wilting,

dying,

My meadows are silent

empty

but for your ghosts walking the dreams

of happy summertimes

My waters are poisoned

shadowed and grey

the merry ones do not leap and dive,

all is empty and dead,

choking in plastic

and foul green slime,

vomited up by your industries into My once crystal clear rivers

Will nobody save Me?

Where is My Love

in this twilight of My story

where on Earth do You linger

My heart?

Do you lie dreaming on the tides of yesteryear

locked in a happier embrace with Me?

are you lost in what could have been

have you seen

what they are doing to Me?

Awaken!

Night draws near

cloudy and cold

I have need of you

Hold up your sword

and fight the good fight

defend your non-human brethren

as I gave you My flesh and fruit

My Sweet

as I sheltered you

now awaken the Son within

to shelter them

or else

I am lost

I will sink back on these dead petals in despair

and winter will come

but this time it will not give way to spring

No, I will become ice

you will not know Me

and then I will crack

torn apart by the lack of You

as My heart is tearing now

I will be no more

not even a whisper

for no voices will be left to sing of Me

you will be gone

abandoned your form

perhaps found a new heart

All will be dead

lost

My beauty forgotten

Or shall I erupt in wrath as a woman scorned

lash out in rage

great burning rivers of gold

pour down with ash and mud

until I have covered every last sign of you

the mockery you have built

these monuments to your vanity

towering high

they will crash and crumble

back into dust

You have ripped away My forests

torn the heart out of My body

consuming all

leaving nothing for your animal family

the beautiful fabric I weaved for you

was full of life and joy

now it is rent with bloodstained gaping holes

the horror,

the despair,

seeping,

slowly covering all

is almost too much to bear

Come back to Me

come back to Me

come dance again in My fields and flowers

bring your harps

your words

and love Me with music in the moonlit hours

it is nigh midnight

we’re on the brink

you and I

shall we go plummeting down

or soaring up high

to a new way of being

here

in love

together again

it is possible

if you could learn to share

and care

harming none

if you could just realise that

All is One

Christine Jordaan (2013)

Prayer for South Africa…

Lady and Lord of North and Earth

of strongest rock and yielding clay

of flowering meadows and forest ways

please grant us Your Presence and Power

Lady and Lord of East and Air

of a flutter that listens and carries a prayer

of a gale that strips your Soul’s story bare

please grant us Your Presence and Power

Lady and Lord of South and Fire

of molten magma of Earth’s boiling core

of the heat of passion that kicks down a heart’s door

please grant us Your Presence and Power

Lady and Lord of West and Water

of seas that are so in love with the Moon

and wash and wave to Her starry tune

please grant us Your Presence and Power

Sea Spirit Full Moon

Sun You have returned to Your place of Power and Glory

in the Heavens in the House of Leo

the ancients teach the world was created when You were in Leo

and thus now is the time to re-image our world

all the heavenly bodies are in perfect alignment for us to ascend into Light

Fig Tree, Kruger, 2004

Ngonyama, Sacred Lion,

Protector of Africa

Kruger 2004

You are territorial by nature and defend Your Prideland from invaders

the leaders that are betraying us – let it be as in Your Wild Kingdom

only those with the highest good of the Pride in mind and who are fit to rule do so,

within the perfect balance of nature’s self-sustaining eco-system

strip the power from those

that would betray Our Lady

to foreign devils

cast them out into the Wilderness

no more a risk to Your Pride

the warmongering plotted in the corridors of power and behind closed doors

let it cease

let there be only Peace

Grant us leaders that respect the land and all the Beasts,

that understand we are caretakers of Earth,

and will lead South Africa into the next dimension of Light and Love,

and let Your Sacred Kingdom of the Amazulu

return to Ndlovu, the gardener of the Forest,

let those wandering lost and alone,

let them return to the hearthfires of home,

let the return to Power be a sacred exchange

for an end to traditions that harm the animals,

so we may move forward in Light,

not with the Blood of the Sacrifice of the Innocent weighing our Souls down

because we understand that human and animal - we are all under Your Protection

and here by the Grace of our Lady

As Sun is now peeping up over the Sea in the East

and the Moon descending to rest in the West

let South Africa be totally at Peace

let us be blessed

let all be blessed

As the Stars retreat behind the crimson streaks above

let there only be Love

let all be Love

As we kiss day hello and wave goodbye to the night

let there be Light

let there only be Light

As the Sun stays away just far enough from the Earth

so that we may have warmth without bursting into Fire

let there be Balance and Justice

in the seats of Power

And as we become purer,

please Ngonyama come walk amongst us once more,

open the portals to the Cosmos that we may explore

the galaxies and worlds beyond this one,

that we may know the Infinity of Space

and all that is One outside of time and place

If it is at all in my Power

at this predestined hour

and in alignment with the highest good of all,

I open and bless the Stargate

I draw down the Heavens...

I draw the light down to Earth,

the sacred energy of Leo

the Lion of Africa

a King amongst Kings,

I ask that He return to His Pridelands

His Kingdom on Earth

and guide us into the next dimension of our Being

As the Sun lights up the Moon

and our Love is in tune

with the Music of God

that the Christ Consciousness holds

all is now done

Christine Jordaan

KwaZulu Natal, 2014

Protection for all Eco-Warriors

Guardians of Earth and North

I cast the Circle and invite You forth,

I ask for the strength of Granite formed in the deep

where busy Dwarves mine and Dragons sleep,

the protection of Black Tourmaline and Fire Agate

to guard from harm and those that hate

Guardians of Air and East

where soft Breezes and howling Gales meet,

of heavy clouds that hide the eye of the Storm

and that magical place where Rainbows are born,

please grace us with Your Presence and Power

Guardians of South and Fire

of the roaring Lion in the centre of Power,

please guide us on the inner planes

and around us breathe a ring of Flames

Guardians of Water and West,

of gentle Waves and foaming crest,

where Poisedon rules and Mermaids call

in the restless Oceans that protect our Shores,

please grace us with Your Presence and Power

Elementals – you ARE Earth as I AM Starseed

our being in love here together is under threat as never before,

the Dark Ones are inciting hatred

and Mankind’s greed is consuming all

Rise up to protect Your own

let sleeping humans now be shown,

to defend the Beasts, let Your Power be known

I invite Leo down from his celestial home

and invoke Isis on Her starry Throne

Athena, You are Goddess of Wisdom and War

with the courage of the Lion and His mighty Roar,

You seldom engage in direct confrontation

instead winning Your battles

using the wisdom of Your reflection,

I invoke You on behalf of all of Earth’s warriors

who are rising up to take a stand for the defenceless,

crying out for the voiceless

King Stag, Lord of the Wild and Free,

You, of the high lonely places,

You are the Sacred Spark of Life

please help us hold true to our Vision of how it should be

Please place the eco-warriors under Your protection

as they battle for the Elephants, Rhinos, Lions,

Earth’s gentle creatures, being mercilessly killed,

lend them strength and guard them from all harm on this journey,

let there be friendly Souls each step of the way to lighten their Spirits

and a safe place for them to rest each night

Athena, Goddess, and King Stag,

the night is dark and we are all so weary,

we hold the faith flickering in our heart

but sometimes we despair and lose sight of the way home to You,

please send us Angels to guard us and light The Pathway,

when the Dark Ones would rob our spirits of energy and harm us,

let your Cloak of Love and Light utterly hide and protect us,

let us feel Your Presence beside us, within us

Let Heaven be on Earth again,

Spirit manifest into matter,

and the world raise their eyes to a North Star of Love

As my tears are Yours

and Your heart breaks for my pain,

for the Souls of the Innocent

and the brutally slain,

we vow to never retreat,

never pause, never rest

until the Innocent are saved,

and all Life is blessed

as I am Mother and Daughter,

and You are Father and Son,

and together We are the Cosmos,

and in All we are One

all is now done

all is now done.

Christine Jordaan

KwaZulu Natal, 04 May 2014

Feast Day of Isis

Branch of Umkhule

reach up to the Sky

through white Clouds drifting

past Sun burning way up high

to silent wheeling Planets and silver-golden Stars

and Comets blazing past to where the Shining Ones are

Isis,

White Goddess of Magic and Life,

Mistress of the Words of Power,

grant me the Words to bring Grace to Earth,

this is Your Feast Day on Earth,

honouring You as Patroness of Navigation,

please guide me now as I walk between the Worlds

You have fought the Evil

and You know the desperation of Love,

Your Light is Full tonight

but in the human Soul,

it is the Darkness before Dawn,

please shine Your Light into our collective Consciousness

illuminating The Way forward

so that Heaven may be on Earth

Earth Body, Star Seed

Heart open, Mind freed,

Soul knowing,

wings growing,

sent down,

Lady’s need

Leo of the Heavens

God on Earth at the Dawn of Time,

Your image, the Sphinx,

lies watching,
waiting in the Desert for Your return

please grant me Wisdom of Choice

and Strength to hold my Sword high,

that Earth may be purified

and the Darkness transmuted,

the greatest of my Desires

is an Earth so light

that You descend to walk amongst us once more,

please out of this Night

may we come to the Light,

may All be Light

By golden Mane and sharpening Claw

twilight Growl and midnight Roar

may the King return Home,

He shall return Home

Roots of Umkhule reach down deep

through rich brown Soil and Worms asleep,

snaking, stretching, slinking down

to jewel-lit Caverns glittering underground

Hecate,

Dark Goddess of Death

and the Crossroads,

those from the Underworld that I ask to aid us

please grant them Your blessing and allow them to pass,

Queen of the Witches,

I call on my Magical Sisters

to lend their Power to mine,

all who are in alignment with this cause

are welcome to this Circle

Sekmet, Great Lioness,

Goddess of Destruction and War,

Patroness of Divine Retribution and Vengeance,

I invoke You

Mankind has unleashed war on Nature and the Animals

I seek to end the bloodshed

Spirits of the Lions sacrificed on the Altar of Man’s Shadow

I summon You,

may the apparent boundaries between us melt away

and I know You as part of my Soul,

Let us be One,

May we be One

We are One

The Powers that lie sleeping

in the ancient Valley of the Kings

I awaken You,

You hold Secrets I would retrieve,

there is a Power in my Soul

waiting to be set free by memory,

may the lives I have served You enter my conscious Dream,

the Words I have spoken come to mind,

the Magick I have woven before
now be found

Many innocent lives cast away

bloodlust governing all holding sway,

a hunter

a kill

stolen lives,

Blood seeps into Earth

and She cries,

this Blood and Her Tears

binds and ties,

may all that would harm Her realise

an eye for an eye,

stolen lives

May Earth rise up in defence,

Water, Fire, and Air burn and cleanse

us of this horror that holds Man

enslaved,

on his knees to the God of Depraved

Let bullets that would kill shoot wide,

arrows that would pierce turn aside,

place a Shield around those that remain,

may the hearts of the hunters realise the pain

a hunter

a kill

stolen lives,

Blood seeps into Earth

and She cries,

this Blood and Her Tears

binds and ties,

may all that would harm Her realise

an eye for an eye,

stolen lives

We defend,

not attack,

but if they don’t cease,

we fight back,

this full Moon witching hour

Day and Night bind their power

Man’s dominion of Earth may it end

the fracture between Nature and Psyche mend

As Lion was revered in ancient Egypt

shall He return to His place in our Hearts

and Cosmic Order be restored

here on Earth

By the Howl of the Wolf

adoring the Moon

and the Roar of the Lion

saying goodnight to Sun

may it be done

it is now done.

Christine Jordaan

Pietermaritzburg

05 March 2015 (= 16)

Full Moon Magick for an EcoWarrior

Full Moon rising through Midnight Sky

You are Earth beneath me

and Lady on high,

I invoke Your Power

please hear me now

Let all who look to harm the Beasts

receive the Light within their mind

and cause the darkness to nature cease

and evil intent to turn to Kind

Horn and Tusk

Skin and Bone

may the Animals

keep their own

May all the people throughout the world

share The Vision of what we need,

Love and respect for the natural world

to replace man’s selfishness and greed

Horn and Tusk

Skin and Bone

may the Animals

keep their own

Let the dreadful felling of the Forests end

and the Wild Green Wood be whole once more,

the Bears be safe within their Dens

and Howls of Wolves in the Twilight call

Horn and Tusk

Skin and Bone

may the Animals

keep their own

May the cage doors open and the Sad be free

to live their lives as they were meant to be,

in deep green Forest or tawny Plains

in golden Sunshine and summer Rains

Horn and Tusk

Skin and Bone

may the Animals

keep their own

May the horrendous torture and killing stop,

the fur farms close without another Blood Drop,

the lonesome Cats in cages for tiger wine,

and the Bear bile farms – a tragic crime

Horn and Tusk

Skin and Bone

may the Animals

keep their own

Those who would kill or maim for gruesome sport

may Angels descend and these Souls be taught,

Consciousness in any shape or form

is to be loved,

not shot, tortured or torn

Horn and Tusk

Skin and Bone

may the Animals

keep their own

And nor be forced to fight until the bloody Death

or kept in chains until their dying Breath,

let people look into the eyes of the Other

and let them recognise a Sister, a Brother

Horn and Tusk

Skin and Bone

may the Animals

keep their own

Let us not eat or wear our non-human kin

and know that to keep them as slaves is a karmic sin,

our Oceans and Air should be pure and clean

Heaven on Earth, a perfect Dream!

Horn and Tusk

Skin and Bone

may the Animals

keep their own

May every Animal be happy and free

as I say, so mote it be.

Christine Jordaan

Pietermaritzburg 2014

Warthog, Kruger 2004

To an Ivory Carver

Stranger,
far, far away
please hear my words
from a quiet Forest in Africa

Close your eyes,
run your fingers over the cool smoothness
of the Ivory before you,
feel the Presence of a gentle Nobility next to you,
let it touch your spirit,
open your heart to it

This Presence was once living,
breathing,
a beloved stitch of the tapestry of Trees and Waterholes

southern Mozambique

He walked mile upon mile
through burning Plains,
cool Forests,
in Sunshine,
in Rain

He too felt Hunger
as you do,
He too felt thirst
as you do,
He too mourned His dead
as you do

Lift your face to the African Sun,
feel it warm you
as He did,
hear the scolding churr of the Oxpecker
as He did,
taste the River Water
as He did,
smell the dry Savanna
as He did,
feel the freedom
of the cool Night
from the heat of the Sun,
as He did

Now open your eyes
and see what is left of the magnificence of Him
lying before you,
What your industry has reduced Him to…

He deserved to die
in His time,
in peace
with His world
but you, far away,
had ordered his death

Can you not you feel the pain and despair seeping out of these Tusks
that He once dug for Roots with in the red Earth of Africa
Can’t you sense the brutal bloodshed that has traveled with Him,
the horror and anger of Mother Africa,
even though your fingers would carve beauty,
you are moulding Death
and Death and bloodshed hang over you

Death greets you at the door when you enter your workplace,
Death sits with you and watches over your shoulder as you work with His Ivory,
Death is embedded in your day and your evenings are shadowed by it,
Death drips agony in your dreaming,
pursuing you

It can be no other way
because He did not die in peace with His world,
He died for you to carve
and His Spirit has stayed trapped
with His Tusks

When you sell your work
you are selling Death,
His spirit, his traumatized Spirit,
will stay with His Ivory

Each time you unpack a new crate of Tusks
you are unpacking more Death and blood,
agony and anger,
and a curse and the sadness of Mother Africa
enters your aura
and taints your life with it,
your family’s,
your childrens

I know this
because I sit here in the Forest
and I hear the Trees whisper of Her pain,
the Birds are silent
each time a noble Elephant falls
in agony,
while the butchers that you have summoned
do your work
hacking off their Tusks while They are still alive

the Forest cries,
Mother Earth mourns
and I,
as a Woman of Africa
I curse you

I curse you
by the four elements
of Earth, Fire, Water and Air

I curse you
by strong Stone
turning orange in the Sunset
which you robbed Him of

I curse you
by Bone,
His precious Bones
picked clean by Vultures and left whitening,
a silent witness to the butchery you ordered

I ask the spirits of four Elephants to live with you
to remind you day after day,
and in the dread hours of night
of the suffering you are causing

Because your livelihood
is causing Death
to my loved ones
and I cannot allow this

To His tragedy
to Her sadness
I add my curse,
a black pool swirling over you,
around you,
inside you

Lay down your tools
close the door
cease to trade in Death

or live this lifetime
and all your lifetimes
holding
hands with Death,
and anger,
sadness,
and butchery
your Spirit will exist in agony

Burn the Ivory,
set their trapped Spirits free
to return to the Dreamtime of Mother Africa

All this rage and helpless despair welling up in my heart
the grief, these humble hearts,
grieving with hundreds of thousands around the world,
and bleeding anew each day
I lay on your shoulders

Christine Jordaan, 2013
Santa Maria, Mozambique

The Scrying Pool of Avalon

Guardians of North and South

of bursting Mountains and fiery wrath

I gather your Energy into me

Guardians of West and East

of flooding Storms and thunderous Beasts

I gather your Energy into me

I invite it

I hold it

I mould it

I tame it to my will

be still

Into the silent Pool I stare

quiet my mind and see pictures there

the silent grey ripples shiver into Blood,

crimson red, pouring as a River flooding onto the Plains,

slaughter and death,

as the World descends into darkness again

The sacrificed, the tortured, the slain,

humankind reaping as they have sown,

enslaved by the Evil they have enthroned

Hands clawing, stabbing, beating,

voices calling, screaming, pleading,

but it’s too late,

too late,

our society has been built on murder and hate

and many innocent shall perish in the flames

I hereby invoke Lex Eterna,

to restore Justice to Earth and Her Animals

if the world must fall before there is Peace

I ask protection for the innocent,

the Children and Beasts

Angels, I seek intervention to the picture before me

many here on Earth desire to live in harmony with all,

let the veils of illusions slip away and fall,

so it may be clearly seen what all the killing is for,

and may the good people rise up and call for a gentler way of being here

As Fire moulds Clay

to fulfil its Destiny of a new form

I shape this Power I hold

to mould my Vision

I dream of an Earth reborn

a green Eden once more,

where we remember to listen to trees

and the wild birds’ call

The Light shall shatter the crystallised darkness

the shadows shall transform or flee

so mote it be

As my Roots are in Earth

and my Soul belongs to the Wind

my Body is yours,

and my Spirit -

I dedicate anew to Your Service,

King Stag,

in Love

Christine Jordaan

12 May 2014

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