~~~ The Green Bird Faery Song of All Seriousness ~~~

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if I know what is to happen
the dance is an entrainment
I’ve seen the next worlds over
and in those ideals we’ve already won

my spine a tuning fork
I wander about the earth
attracted to the striking
against the rituals harmonizing
the fluid spirals in my back

I bear the pain of aeons
in my body collapsed on this time
and each days distillation
undoes that karma more and more
they used to say I’m ‘cut from the heel’

I am causeless
my instinct provides
a trail of iron and wine
I- follow like a blood hound
I- the smallest part, the straw
I- break the spine of oblivion

the years pass on
the stories chase me
of happenings surrounding
a clueless head of vacuums bliss
immortal against the volley
flaming bolts against the messenger

my gyroscope a weapon
of chaos and synchronicity
a radiating force field
with gold and silver keys
sprouting plum blossoms
riding the dragon of non-duality

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the incomprehensible skill
royal by blood and transmigration
natural and metanormal
theurgic and thaumaturgic
now the future, now the past, now
indomitable throughout territorial time

grounded in my horse, devouring earth
whether I am running on the planes
or here about sweet Terra’s waning garden
soft becomes hard, hard becomes soft
twin dragons constantly vie for the pearl

and that all but forgotten human mission
to one day in time attain the sun
is possible in ways utterly odd
to the way of heaven before the calamity
and we recognize the beauty of the meta-music
which forsaw this groove from the start

dance to a way that says love is the law
trance to the law that demands love under will
eros and agape, love against love
be drunk on the inescapable condition of being
and in that ocean finally rest in your soul
show your angels the eyes of the bornless one

yes in my eyes, sweet angels on earth
the inescapable flames of first glory
dust off the slime from your wings
oh long cast out demons of splendour and light
the long sleep of shadow has ended
the promised revealing and victory; yea, Victory

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New Moon Ritual

(delivered unto the Priestess from the Trinity of Synchronicity and the Angels in the Garden)

The-Sound-and-Symbols-By-Itom-LabWe sit before the Master.  He is slender, but mighty in his energy, standing on the altar space before everyone.  In one broad arc of his right arm he casts the wand out over the crowd. A stream of water bursts forth, spraying the participants in a cool bright shower.  The mass opens its heart and receives the divine blessing.  The water of life, a gift to the soul.  Once Fe feels the water she breaks into a humming trance, swaying gently and vibrating a low pitch.  Others do the same around her, vibrating different sounds at different pitches.  The sound reverberates gently through the open temple, its mighty columns reaching to the heavenly sky. The stars shine brightly above, the might of space open before them. The vowels hum different parts of the body, and the hum that it creates sends their earthly song reaching into the heavens. Fe connects with the blue sphere, and melds with the beings there.  They are happy to see her, her friends.

Melone (may-lawn) embraces Fe with a loving stare; their energy fields meld as one for a brief moment.

Halceyon (hal-see-awn) greets in kind, and Tibero (ti-be-row) bows politely from behind them both.

The Master calls out, his voice booming, “It is the time of the New Moon on Earth, let us call the Galactic Counsel!”

The hum continues to grow and ebb, dim and swell.  The bodies sway with the vibrations of sound.  Each participant continues in the same sound and tone.  They inhale gently, quickly, when they need air, and then rejoin without hesitation.  Fe hums a deep ooooooooo, concentrating the vibration on her pelvic floor.

The three beings stand before her. The space is blank and void except for them. She can sense other beings behind them but she cannot see them clearly.  They are humming their own song. It is discordant, yet harmonious, and the sounds are deep and low. The depth of their vibration causes Fe’s head to reverberate, as if the pulse itself is penetrating it to tear it asunder.  Fe’s body on earth continues to vibrate its low oooooo as it sways under the stars.  Her body senses her fellow humans around her, feeling their loving sounds washing over her, building her radiance to these beings.  As the toning continues the beings begin to hear the humans’ song, and the two songs meld and blend together in a single sound, beautiful yet horrifying.  The other humans vibrating ooooo deep in their bodies all receive their massive song.  The other participants are vibrating different sounds and connecting to the songs of other beings.  Those beings hear the song of the human in the sweet sound emanating from the mass.  The galaxy sings as one, the voices of all the beings of space harmonized through their individual songs, played together to sound unity through the universe.

The masses of beings continue into the night, the darkness of the sky penetrating all yet invisible to everyone except the Master.  He stands before the altar before the human race, facing them to look upon the splendor of their song.  He stretches his arms to the sky, opening himself to the sound of the galaxy.  It vibrates his heart with a cold fire, and he charges the huge crystal at the center of the altar through his open palms.  The crystal absorbs the sound, holding this song on Earth so that the lines remain open.

All remain in this dance as one until upon its arising, the humans all breathe as one.  This marks the end of the ritual; farewells and gratitudes are paid to all and by all.  Fe returns to her body, slowing her body’s movement until it comes to a gentle rest, lowering her sound until it drifts off.  The other participants close their meetings in this same fashion, and the temple comes to a deep stillness.  They remain in this stillness, sitting fully present and resounding with the song inside of them.  Minutes, hours, days, they do not worry or care, they sit in this silence, no songs, no humming, no vibrations, just the sounds of nature all around and the mass opening.

One of the participants blurts out a sudden chuckle.  Au and Fe know instantly that, once again, it is The Master Ha.  A few others chuckle awkwardly at the sound. Au laughs out loud, letting the sound move her body. Others join her, and without warning, with full abandon, the mass erupts in ferocious laughter.  Bodies roll to their sides, people fall over one another.  Some have tears streaming down their faces, others can barely breathe as the guffaws rack their bodies without sound.  The laughter continues by all for a few minutes, and as they begin to slow, quiet calmness moves over the crowd.  Once all are settled and sitting, the Master regains himself before the altar and crystal, hands raised once more.  “Thus concludes the Galactic Counsel!”

The mass jumps to its feet with cheers and joy.  They laugh, shout, embrace, and behold one another in their earthy splendor, humbled and enlivened with the living song within them. The music begins again, the song just created.