Poesy

Lenore

Just a quick post today. Still in a holding pattern, awaiting reviews to publish “The Alcove of Dreams”. Working on the second book, which to be a reversal of sorts of Alcove. More writing, less pictures.

Watching the changes in the world, here is to a brighter future.

G

Pinax of Persephone and Hades from Locri. Reggio Calabria

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Pavilion of Dreams/the Feast - Gwyllm Llwydd

The Dreaming:
When I awake, the world of dreams that I inhabited, lived in for what seems eternity, vanishes in the morning light.

Intricate worlds and interactions fade and disappear. Some dreams do remain remarkably clear but if not referenced over time they too vanish.

The dream world seems to be ever in existence but in a parallel world of its own. Some dreams appear as complete nonsense, but others deliver messages and portents.

I have often wondered as I do, more so now if this life and all that I've done, all that I have known, all that I have loved, all that I have created will disappear as well when I cross over to the Western Lands.

I've had faint inklings over the years of other possible lives whether it be true or a very active imagination I can't say. I do know that when I have met various people it's as if I had known them before and often the relationships with these folks tend to be the long-lasting if not lifelong. Such was meeting my wife/life partner, Mary. My friend Michael and others. Some I recognized, and we lost touch. Another time perhaps?

As I have stated before, I met Mary because I had several dreams leading to her. One the first a conscious waking dream of an 8-year-old. Later, a dream that told me I had to leave Hawaii, return to the US and go to Europe. When I was living in Germany, the same dream came back with much urgency, telling me to go back to the UK immediately. Within a week of being back in the UK we met. We have now been together for almost 48 years.

More than once when using the oneirogen, Salvia divinorum I came across my being existing in a different place, a different universe. In one universe, I was a hummingbird flying through the forest of Oaxaca. In another, existing as a gloss of paint on a vehicle. Strange stuff indeed. There are several herbs that one can use to increase your lucid dreams, along with practicing ancient techniques. I suggest you give it a go with or without the herbs.

Often in dreams I have found myself in a place, quite like Plato’s Cave where I am receiving lessons, having conversations. This motif has occurred for years off and on. Is it within my consciousness alone, or with a shared field of consciousness? I have come to accept that the field of consciousness idea might be correct. I have seen it in action, with humans and animals. Plants of course, are a different level. I have a couple of experiences where the plants did communicate directly. This was not under the influence, so to speak.

But, back to dreams. Dreaming is sacred space. This has been largely forgotten in a world ruled by clocks, by capital. We sleep now to prepare us for the next day of work and struggle. No longer do we sleep to enter into the Western Lands for a brief sojourn, to talk to the ancestors, to receive guidance, to find healing.

Sacred Sleep, Sacred Dreaming is Pagan, deeply so. We are beings defined by the duality of waking and sleeping. Both states are valid, both states compliment the other. We cannot exist without the dual nature of the different worlds we inhabit.

Enough for now on this. More later. Share your dreams with your loved ones, your friends. The Sacred Dark, from which The Sacred Light is Born.

G

Ah, Poesy.

I have dedicated years to exploring its various mutations, from Sumer to the present day. I cannot retain it all, but I can source it as needed. From Edheduanna to Sappho, Christina Rossetti, Lenore Kandel Mary Oliver, Molly Fisk, Laura Pendell, there is a female lineage. It goes deeper I am sure back into the depths of the Paleolithic. Perhaps further? Just to say, Lenore is a fave for me.

Age of Consent

I cannot be satisfied until I speak with angels
I require to behold the eye of god
to cast my own being into the cosmos as bait for miracles
to breath air and spew visions
to unlock that door which stands already open and enter into the presence
of that which I cannot imagine

I require answers for which I have not yet learned the questions

I demand the access of enlightenment, the permutation into the miraculous
the presence of the unendurable light

perhaps in the same way that caterpillars demand their lepidoptera wings
or tadpoles demand their froghood
or the child of man demands his exit
from the safe warm womb

- Lenore Kandel

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Gwyllm