
Poem No. 37
Meaning: The wind is blowing hard toward the candle and light.

Poem No. 38
Meaning: The clouds and fogs are covering up the Moon.
Source: Guan Yin Oracle
humanism, magick, oracles, shamanism, storytelling
Category: story

Poem No. 37
Meaning: The wind is blowing hard toward the candle and light.

Poem No. 38
Meaning: The clouds and fogs are covering up the Moon.
Source: Guan Yin Oracle

Poem No. 35
Meaning: Decently dressed, be immaculately dressed.

Poem No. 36
Meaning: The apes and monkey are breaking the locked chains.
Source: Guan Yin Oracle
The ancestors are calling me to honor their remembrance!
‘Tomb Sweeping Day challenges you to step back and reflect on how your story is part of a much, much bigger story.
We are influenced by the lives of countless generations of ancestors. In turn, we will influence the lives of countless generations of descendants.
Life becomes richer and more meaningful when we realize this, but only if we feel it all the way down in our bones.
This is where ritual can help. Knowing something intellectually is like reading a menu. Ritual is like eating the meal. Reading the menu is good, but it will never fill your belly.’
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清明 杜牧作
清明时节雨纷纷,
路上行人欲断魂。
借问酒家何处有?
牧童遥指杏花村。
qīnɡ mínɡ dù mù zuò
qīnɡ mínɡ shí jié yǔ fēn fēn ,
lù shànɡ xínɡ rén yù duàn hún 。
jiè wèn jiǔ jiā hé chǔ yǒu ?
mù tónɡ yáo zhǐ xìnɡ huā cūn 。
Qing Ming by Du Mu
It drizzles endless during the rainy season in spring,
Travelers along the road look gloomy and miserable.
When I ask a shepherd boy where I can find a tavern,
He points at a distant hamlet nestling amidst apricot blossoms.
蜀錦裝金壁
吳工聚碎金
謳歌萬井富
城闕九重深
盛事誠觀止
遺踪借探尋
當時誇豫大
此日歎徽欽
Shǔjǐn zhuāng jīn bì
Wú gōng jù suìjīn
ōugē wànjǐng fù
chéngquè jiǔchóng shēn
shèngshì chéng guānzhǐ
yízōng jiè tànxún
dāngshí kuā Yù dà
cǐrì tàn Huī Qīn
A wall of gold has been mounted on Shu brocade.
Craftsmen from Wu collect spare change
To pay tribute to the abundance of a myriad of families.
The watchtowers of the city rise to great heights.
The bustling scene is truly impressive.
It is a chance to explore vestiges of bygone days.
At that time, people marveled at the size of Yu,
And now, we lament the fates of Hui and Qin.

Poem No. 33
Meaning: Hiding the jade inside, yet seeking it outside elsewhere.

Poem No. 34
Meaning: The red sun is shining brightly.
Source: Guan Yin Oracle

Poem No. 31
Meaning: Adhere to past practices, be safe and sound.

Poem No. 32
Meaning: Breaking the rock in order to get the jade out of the rock.
Source: Guan Yin Oracle

Poem No. 29
Meaning: The treasured sword that has been kept in a box/case is now drawn out.

Poem No. 30
Meaning: Abide the law and behave oneself; know one’s place.
Source: Guan Yin Oracle

Poem No. 27
Meaning: A nice, well-situated house with solid foundation and walls.

Poem No. 28
Meaning: The Moon is being covered up by dense clouds.
Source: Guan Yin Oracle

Poem No. 25
Meaning: The underground water is coming out from an old, abandoned well.

Poem No. 26
Meaning: A false sense of image; false or undeserved reputation.
Source: Guan Yin Oracle
Work in progress….continuing my path on the trance-journey…
As before, using moving meditation facilitated a deep altered consciousness while being grounded.
The deep stance of my legs gave a strong rooting for the whole body while I felt free to let the energy move my limbs.
Immediately the visions unfolded befor my eyes
….
This time I went to my Grove: an open clearing in the woods, many trees standing in a circle.
For sure, Wolf was there again to meet and greet!

This time I had the chance to ask for guidance:
What’s the meaning of our meeting? Wolves are gathering in the woods….
I met the she-wolf, this was fated…What is our wyrd?
‘This meeting was arranged for mutual healing’
After these words, it was time to say goodbye…
I give thanks to my guide: Wolf


Spring has arrived with a storm…
It feels like the Wild Hunt rides again!
When I called upon Wolf, Old One-eye rode along and pulled me in to join the Hunt.
So we hunted the Unseelie, we harried them from dusk till dawn.
here is an old tale goes, that Herne the Hunter
(Sometimes a keeper here in Windsor forest)
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg’d horns,
And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle,
And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain
In a most hideous and dreadful manner.
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know
The superstitious idle-headed eld
Receiv’d and did deliver to our age
This tale of Herne the Hunter for a truth.
(Shakespeare, The Merry Wives of Windsor, 4.4.28-38)
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