womans capacity on monday by
Eddi 07
Katerina: mystic, goddess, witch, healer, shamaness, nun, lover, soulmate (SV3)
boundaries of infinite worlds,
Drawn by an eternal
union that bonds us...
visiting the
endless variety of your face,
Arisen in infinite
points of expression of our conjoined souls...
Do you, my love,
evoke me into these many worlds?
With your ancient
mysteries and the Sisterhood of Crones?
Or do I slip
through the portals between worlds
because your absence in this one
makes my connection
here so tenuous?
I realize now you
are in every place I turn,
in every breath I’ve known
for tens of thousands of years.
Though my hand cannot touch you,
I feel you here, always.
I know you are within me….
And you have forever been so.
To attempt to define myself
without speaking of you
Is a delusion.
What I perceive,
I see through the context of our oneness.
What I feel,
I know only in relation to our unity.
Since you stepped out of dream and into my path
It has become obvious that we have eternally moved in unison
...like dancers
divided by dimension.
Take my hand, lover.
Let us dance!!!
Sometimes it is the dream that manifests the dreamer.
--Beckon Call (working title), CG Walters
Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.-- Marsha Norman
Between the dreams of night and day there is not so great a difference.--CARL JUNG, Psychology of the Unconscious
Sometimes it is the dream that manifests the dreamer.--Beckon Call (working title), CG Walters
Night is falling, all around
Nothing's moving, above or underground
You take this time to walk the night
No destination, just a primal need.
The thirst is courting, the night must bring relief
But you don't know how
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. –-Anais Nin
Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask. --X-Files
Our life is played out in many more realms than this mere waking fragment—Beckon Call (working title), CG Walters
The great soul of which we are all a part of may dream through us, in our manner of dreaming, its own secret dreams… --Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain
The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul.--CARL JUNG, The Meaning of Psychology for Modern Man
In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.--Janos Arnay
To define dream and waking experience as something completely separate is to walk in either reality with only a part of yourself. --Beckon Call (working title), CG Walters
This is footage of a walk from White Oak Creek to Locust Creek, to Colbert’s Ridge Trail, up to Deep Gap, and then to the top of Winter Star Mountain, (Black Mountain Range) Yancey County, NC, USA on a chilly 02 October 2011.
Winter Star, besides having a truly magical name, is an outstanding peak of the southern
http://www.summitpost.org/winter-star/153337
Music:
Skye Cuillin and A Long Road Ahead by Kevin MacLeod
http://incompetech.com
under the Creative Commons: By Attribution license.
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As I walked through the mist of a mountain forest moving toward the change of season to Autumn, I considered what message the season would bring to me. Softer than the sounds of my steps and the stretching, rubbing of my pack and my gear, I always perceive the voices of those who communicate with me not through my ears, but through some deeper part of my self. When I am not trying to hear, distracted by the effort of my motion, they communicate, though not always in the abstracts of language. Sometimes there is suddenly a shift of my mind, seeing with new eyes. And I know that change was their communication.
For people and most animals still in some degree of unison with the seasons, harvest time—Fall—is a matter of storing sustenance for the barren time ahead. Whether this storage is within or outside the body, the call of the season is to collect, gather, hold onto. Winter is seen as unproductive, so all the work of achievement must be done beforehand.
I had the sense that this call was not precisely appropriate for me this season. Around me that morning the message began to seep into my consciousness, consider what the call to trees—and surely any perennial plant—might be. They do not feed off their stores during the winter, nor do they need to. Therefore their ritual of Autumn would be completely different. Their definition of ‘harvest’ would be unique to their coming experience.
Within my nervous system, for the first time I started to perceive the voice of this call unique to those not drawn to scurry about gathering as if for the last meal.
“Release. Relax.”
I was becoming increasingly comfortable with a message completely contrary to what my animal kin were hearing! With every step through the forest, mist brushing by my face, I sank deeper into the message that felt so natural to me at that moment—I sank into the call of the trees. This new perspective that I was grasping of ‘harvest’ took hold and brought new revelation beyond words.
They seemed to say to me:
Release the explicit, the outer world, active pursuit.
Reside in the implicit, that which continues on beyond term, beyond need.
Rejuvenate for another time.
Move into a state of dormancy,
pass with the least impact through the harshness of that to come.
Disengage active consciousness,
Dwell more focused in the greater Collective consciousness
Effortlessly, you will be prepared
To show forth great bloom and growth in the proper time.
For all who celebrate harvest in whatever varying manner, Be Bountiful and Prosper!
Blessings all……CG
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