Monday, December 31, 2012

Hold your breath, make a wish, count to three





The cauldron is churning, shifting, boiling, the air is stale, and the atmosphere heavy, the coal is shimmering under the heavy base of her womb/ Tomb…the building block of Form itself, glowing, and embering in the forge. The clatter is deafening as His darkened face is forever turned towards the ever glowing furnace…Sparks enfolding his ever beating hammer transforming, while the New is created on the ashes of the Old.

In this luminal suspension, I lost my footing, only the auspicious star shining in the corner of my eyes makes me move forward, upwards…what if it was no light, the frightening idea cross my mind for a split second, only to be pushed to one side …there is still work to be done as I tied another knot on the red thread. The ties are renewed when the ancient bond is sanctified. The Hunt is over.
I heeded the call of blood to blood as I pledge once more my allegiance to my gods.

Union in Spirit.

In the distance I hear Her shriek in a cacophony of wings...’I am still here. Always.’
For the last 12 days, Time was suspended and the boat has rocked. I have felt nauseous. The Merry go round, has gone out of Tune and has been in danger of coming off its axis, when will it stop? Can you make the carousel stop?

‘Maybe you need to get off the Ride’, says the voice, this time is a saccharine tone. It would be so easy, ‘come on girl, get off the carousel; There! They have cookies on the other side’.

Looking at the plate of sweet delights I reflect. Hum, these look good; these look gentle on the eyes. Oh and look at the smiling faces, wouldn’t it be great to hang around and chat. The air feels lighter down here.

Time stops. And Waits.

The dice is suspended above my head

The cauldron is churning. Black, dark as Hell

In my pocket I feel the key...in my mind the lessons, in my belly the seeds, in my Heart the Love
I stand at the oak threshold.
His 3 faces stars at me.
‘What is it going to be today Madam?’

I plunged back into it with tears in my eyes, counting my blessings.
As the Fire rages, for one night and one night only, I can forge my Fate: To follow my destiny, meet my challenges and take back what is mine.

So as the New Year dawns, I raise my cup  to Truth and Beauty and to those who work in the shadows unafraid to get their hands dirty, for out of the soot, we scry Hope, out of ignorance, awareness …
Our evolution  
In death and beyond death. 
fff,
Isabelle



Hold your breath
Make a wish
Count to three


Come with me
And you'll be
In a world of
Pure imagination
Take a look
And you'll see
Into your imagination

We'll begin
With a spin
Travelling in
The world of my creation
What we'll see
Will defy
Explanation

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There's nothing
To it

There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You'll be free
If you truly wish to be

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There's nothing
To it

There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You'll be
free
If you truly
Wish to be

(Pure Imagination, Lyrics taken from Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory)


Saturday, December 22, 2012

Lake on Fire



The darkened land stands still, all sounds muffled by the heavy blanket of mist and fog...the waters of the lake barely move as the swans trace circles in the waters …
Little did I know a year past that I would stand here alone, but not lonely, holding the Spear myself, waiting for the sun/ son to blaze up the waters of this holy ground. The little one, eager to see the sun wake has decided to join me in my rite and, while she plays with the water...I play with fire. As I touch the sunbeams of new light emerging triumphant over the darkness, I feel my body and soul enfolded in rejuvenating warmth.
The table for the feast will be laid for one tonight. Time and serendipitous events made my companions leave one by one and I have the nasty suspicion that lady Fate made sure I would do it on my own ... While my love, my companion, my life had to urgently attend the bed of his dear mother. My heart hurts for him and his pains, since he left in the early hours of the morning, have lingered in the now silent house. Despite all of this, I need to keep going as Work needs to be done.
It was necessary for me to stand here alone. alike the Fool departing for his journey, I make sure I am well equipped for my perennial return, I would bring what I have learnt, and the experience gained along the way …all combined with my instinct , my Light , my Faith.
Methodically I add to the now strengthening blaze each piece of sacred wood, each carefully chosen to embody my apparatus for travelling: the strength of the Oak, the connection of the Ash, the inspiration of the Willow, the foresight of the Pine, the protection of the Rowan, the courage of the Holly, the wisdom of the hazel, the fire of the Alder, the Ancestral wisdom of the Yew. All scents combined filling my senses with delight. My body is aglow. Listening to the winds among the reeds, words are being whispered; words of loss and Reunion, words of hard work and hope. A new path has been laid in front of me and new faces will be met along the way, some I do not know yet, and some I have known all my life … These steps in the sand are not my own, but steps left by those before me …worthy it is my deepest hope to be.
However, at this axial point, I am at peace, I am as ready as I can be, I am in control …bring it on!
fff
Isabelle




Saturday, December 15, 2012

Sacred Fire



"Make no mistake about it— enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier. Enlightenment is the crumbling a

Way of untruth. It's seeing through the facade of pretence. It's the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true." – Adyashati


Sitting down, I am paralysed, the fire within is burning and demanding,’ do it, do it DO IT, Now! I need release...but which one to take, paint, draw, dance, laugh, run with the wolf, or bath in the glory of the garden, the multitude of vehicles blur my mind…when the fire burns, action is necessary and this is when the body freezes, gets in the way … .  The words start to flow...a new outlet? maybe, just let it flow ….slowly focusing it on the hand that moves the pen
‘Life is beautiful life is sacred’...’life is beautiful, life is sacred’…  from the core of my being  this mantra I do trust but there are times  when  disbelief  seeps in my mind and heart like a gangrene, my soul cries out for release from this mortal coil ,this inferno where we have all been brought into ...this masquerade that is commonly called life ...I know Life ….I have had the blessing to experience it on multiple occasion , life is love, life is beauty and Truth, Life  is the form of the created world reflecting the image of the pleroma.

 Life is not what I am living right now. A society ruled by dogma and ideologies, mass creating monsters, dysfunctional machines, products of a dysfunctional world of lies, which, once in a while, escape, or derail in catastrophic results ….

My hands get uncomfortably hot, the fire within is trying to find a channel and if I don’t manage to tend this furnace or ignore it, it will ravage me from the inside...from a very early age I have dreamed and experienced fire ...recurring nightmare of being trapped in a car on fire, from the blurs of a young mind till the age of 18, prevented me to physically approach fire or even light a match..Along the path, many theories crossed my mind, a highly volatile Latin temper inherited from a deeply passionate father perhaps… or past lives projections…  being some of the rationales for a long time justifying a high level of passion, hypersensitivity, an over sensorial and fiery temperament. I have tried to dampen it… tried to tame this fiery beast within…with catastrophic results. ..

However, I had consciously made the decision a few years back to not consider this easy escape of victimisation anymore but try to go deeper in my own self awareness ...this passion, this fire has not been inflicted on me...It is ME, who I AM and learning to allow this fiery seed, this spiritual matter to grow within will bring me awareness along the way.

‘It is by acquaintance (gnosis) that all will purify themselves out of multiplicity into unity, consuming matter within themselves as fire" (Gospel of Truth 24:28-25:19).



Nicholaj de Mattos Frisvold, in his article Exu and the Sensorial Soul describes it perfectly..

... it is important to know how to work with the more erratic side of being in calm, yet fiery, and disciplined ways – because to temper our soul is not always so easy. We fall in and out of love as we fall in and out of rage. Declaring it is beyond our control.... It is important to enter into a communion with these spirits, because they know all about the sensorial soul and what many refer to as your shadow or ‘dark side’. Naturally to make a pact with them – is to make a pact with your soul. It is about embracing yourself in full, your night as well as your day. … Quimbanda is about sulphur and brimstone; it is about working with your own Hellfire and all those appetites in your soul that can push you away from self. 
..

Looking at my young daughter; who ‘suffers the limitations’ of the autistic spectrum and who seems to reveal the same symptoms, I have wondered. The beauty of her ways makes her sensorially hypersensitive to this world, and I cannot help reflecting on my own childhood …feeling too much, memories of soaking-up the pain of others, seeing WITHIN others has been my curse, my gift, Gyfu, my sacrifice. It took me a long time to train myself to empty this vessel of mine from others’ pains or create a bubble around me in times of Need, however there are still times when I am careless ….but this ‘dysfunction’, this passion for Life has brought beauty into my world. When I catch up with the Flow freely and move harmoniously within it, it has inspired Awe beyond beliefs for what the Garden has to offer, revealing the delights we could enjoy, being OURSELVES, wide open to these riches at our reach...If only...if only ….so isolation from highly populated areas and luxuriating in the beauty of the natural world has been a way to shelter myself. Art has been an outlet with some extremely surprising results...when the Fire starts to stir, and I do know the symptoms by now ...light headiness, fiery hands and opening of the crown, I aim to focus and channel this Creative spark to Transform,to Destroy, to Create...Hands that burn, but also hands that heal…

This furnace and the Master of the Forge that tends it revealed himself to me a few years back and from that moment on, a reckoning, an acceptance has taken place, bringing me peace and momentarily ebbed this sense of separation from my peers. It brought me into the pagan circles, looking for kin, which also spit me out, experiencing the ultimate lapwings and trappings of the ego from those who are preaching Freedom to herds of slaves, unaware of themselves and falling yet to other dogmas.

I am not of the opinion that this witchblood, this fiery heritage is ‘genetic’ or passed on only to some. I am also aware that this statement might offend a few, and for this I do apologise  . However we do not live in a black and white world , but among many and many shades of Grey . Many use this as an excuse to differentiate themselves from the world. Making them the special Ones, the chosen children, stagnating in their own sense of Uniqueness. Lapwing again. This stolen Gift, this promethean sacrifice is a tool given freely to all, not to be locked in a glass jar, but to release ourselves from the shackles of lies. It is the escape route, the key...and the lock. Witch blood is not a genetic legacy, but a spiritual release or heritage, something which when activated needs attendance , protection and care .

R. Cochrane wrote …My greatest battle is controlling my rage and fury: taking hold of it and instead of allowing it to run rampant in the world, turning it upon myself and containing it within me so that it may become one with the Fire inside and thus serves me rather than enslaves me. This is a difficult task for one of my nature, but these simple and profound words from a man who was a genius are ever a salve for the soul: "I am a wonder, for I alone transform." –

This fire, this spirit within burns me to my core to help me reveal what is true and beautiful. Life and the living forge is a means to reveal this fire, to tender this spiritual seed with the skilful bellows, the Breath, the word...And set It/me free …

fff
Isabelle


“It is the purpose of Mystery Religions to re-organize the misaligned principals that impede spiritual growth. Those who live for myth and superstition alone are being deceived, and labouring under such restriction, will ultimately lose ‘Faith’.... Everyone is encouraged to experience for themselves the face of the faceless one. Myths are just a way of explaining how the formless one can be understood. They cannot explain the agonies of the quest, or the painful stripping away of the self, not even the rapture of revelation, which is not of death, but of life, here, now and beyond.”
Robin-the-dart. 2003


'Sacred Fire'
digital image
Isabelle Gaborit 2012