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the Wild Hunt

the Wild Hunt


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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)

source: Russell Brand and the Wild Hunt. | Cymraes’s Corner

Ansuz

Ansuz


i am also a shapeshifter
changer of form
i have different seemings
i am a trickster
so i can fool the world
i am an opener of the gate
an open road creates freedom
the road not taken
makes all the difference
you never know
where it ends
only heaven and earth knows

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koud is de weg
zonder broeder
die dekt

hij leidt ons
uit het doolhof

samen op weg
naar de horizon
om onderweg
de valkuilen
overbruggen

hij is de bruggenbouwer
samen staan we sterk

Zinnig Noord – Storytelling 13 december 2015 @ Tolhuistuin

Zinnig Noord – Storytelling 13 december 2015 @ Tolhuistuin


Considering the community as if it were a body, which aspect/body part am I?
My main skills are being a teachter/writer, symbolised by the mouth.

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Óss er algingautrok ásgarðs jöfurr,
ok valhallar vísi.
Jupiter oddviti.
(Óss is aged Gautr
and prince of Ásgardr
and lord of Vallhalla)

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speaking as a prophet
of the doom that comes
winter is coming
fimbulwinter
twilight of the gods

the dark is rising
who will listen
please wake up
heed my words

beware of the jujub bird
and shun the frumious bandersnatch

where is the hero
when we need him
is there still hope
for us all

this story has been told
again and again
when will we learn
do we have to repeat
the age old drama
again and again

fimbulwinter is coming
will we humans survive

gaia is complaining
to the other gods
the weight of humanity
is too much upon me

they plunder
and pillage
desecrate
my body

let there be
flood and fire
war and famine

cleanse the earth
of this terrible cancer
called humanity

will nothing be spared
maybe a few
to start all over again
and again and again

times after times
repeating this story
till gaia dies

will there be other stories
on other planets
have they been through
this story before

what destroyed
the canals of mars

is there a god
who cares

will god reset
the universe
again and again

this is samsara
wheel of endless repetition
is there any release

becoming a monk
retreating from world
is not my path

so i stay in the world
playing my role
as good as i can

standing up
against the gathering dark
even as the tides
are against me

is this not my wyrd
is there any other option

the game has to be played
to the very end
no happy ending
guaranteed

i do not know
i do not know
i do not know

but i have been called
to play this piece
so i respond
to this call
to action

looking for others
on this same path

do i have anything
in common
with the followers
of the White Christ

some part of me
was brought up this way
but the blood of the ancestors
tell another story
the will of heaven
striving for
a humane society

no place for those
who flee from the world
not for me the path
of the wise man
in the woods
or the nun
in her cell

but to wander
over the earth
looking
searching
questing
a voice
in the desert

the white crane calls
its young answers
I have a cup
to share

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i am also a shapeshifter
changer of form
i have different seemings
i am a trickster
so i can fool the world
i am an opener of the gate
an open road creates freedom
the road not taken
makes all the difference
you never know
where it ends
only heaven and earth knows

Zinnig Noord – Storytelling 13 december @ Tolhuistuin: het Grote Verhaal

Wrestling with the guardian at the threshold

Wrestling with the guardian at the threshold


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Witnessing my mother
crossing over
to the otherworld
parting the veil
between and betwixt

Ancient shades
meeting me
at the border
hungry spirits
thirsting for blood

A broken temple
I left in pain
an old lover
vengeful ghosts
haunting my dreams

Painful memories
of broken dreams
riding the nightmare
letting loose
the dogs of war

from dusk till dawn
I wrestle with
the guardian of the gate
between land and water
betwixt light and dark

i wrestle my dark self
in the mirror of my soul
till I step forward
through the looking-glass
into a new beginning

My alternative on Facebook French flag filter

My alternative on Facebook French flag filter


Paris attacks: Facebook introduces French flag filter to let you show solidarity with victims

Just the day before, Beiroet was bombed by Daesh, where was the international solidarity & outrage?
Where was the facebook safety check for Beirut?
Is there a double standard Beirut-Paris?

Anyway, it did not feel good for me to use the French symbols to show my solidarity with victims of terrorism. instead  I chose PAX CULTURA ‘The necessity for protection of the cultural product and activity of the world—both during war and peace—’

This mission statement remembers me of Mencius: If the king loves music, there is little wrong in the land.

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Warsan Shire wrote:

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.

Samhain 2015: Vervolg op – Storytelling 29 oktober @ Pllek

Samhain 2015: Vervolg op – Storytelling 29 oktober @ Pllek


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De vorige sessie hield op toen we middenin het labyrinth waren aangekomen.
Vandaag nam ik de gelegenheid om het vervolg te schrijven.
Afgelopen dagen was ik intensief bezig met Samhain-rituelen:
Ik brand kaarsen en breng offers voor de spirits van het land, maar ook voor de dolende zielen.
In het weekeinde had ik naar evenementen kunnen gaan: Nacht van de Doden, Dia de los Muertos, maar in tegenstelling tot vorig jaar voelde ik me niet geroepen, ik had geen missie, en vroeg aan Spirit ‘wat heb ik er te doen?’

Deze ochtend werd ik op mijn werk door een oude mede-leerling gebeld, dat onze Taijiquan-leraar was overleden. Ik was meteen van slag, voelde veel oud verdriet en oud zeer naar boven komen.
Gelukkig kon ik met een paar collega’s goed praten hierover, en later ook met mijn sjamanen-maatje.
Kennelijk heb ik na al die jaren toch nog wat op te ruimen.
Ergens voel ik ook nog de verplichting om te gaan, want ondanks al het gedoe in het verleden, heb ik ook veel van hem geleerd.
In die tijd was hij en zijn groep leerlingen plaatsvervangende familie voor mij, en het deed me veel verdriet om die band te moeten verbreken na een vertrouwensbreuk.

Deze avond ga ik dit thema verder verwerken via het labyrinth, dan ga ik van binnen naar buiten:

my guru died
i am in shock
sadness
boulevard of broken dreams
i broke my commitment
for he broke trust with us
he cheated, lied, manipulated
unforgivable
so i gave back book and sword
only a fool breaks his own heart
he was my spiritual grandfather
he showed me the path
into physical energy work
he shaped an important part of me
since this breakup
i have difficulty
with committing myself
wholesale
into any group
or relationship
i always stay
on the edge
on the treshold
guarding the gate
never entering
the inner room
for long
samhain was the time
to honor the spirits
burning the lights
for the spirits of the land
and the wandering dead
he is my spiritual ancestor now
so i will go to his grave
to say goodbye
and thank you

met dank aan: Zinnig Noord – Storytelling 29 oktober @ Pllek

Impressies van Zinnig Noord – Storytelling 29 oktober @ Pllek

Impressies van Zinnig Noord – Storytelling 29 oktober @ Pllek


Prelude:
Q: What is magic?
A: The art of changing consciousness
…

Meditatieve oefeningen:
Kijk naar de verhalenverteller, en ervaar tegelijkertijd met je perifere blik je omgeving terwijl je jouw eigen lijf blijft voelen.
Loop door de ruimte terwijl je wisselt tussen gewaarwording van je lijf en je omgeving.
Zoek een plek op waar je met die manier van waarneming gaat schrijven.
…ik ga naar buiten, ga in het halfduister aan de waterkant op mezelf zitten en begin in het donker te schrijven…
…
beyond projection
oh how lonely!
oh how beautiful!
beyond the chatterbox monkey
writing as if in a dream
without seeing what i write
beyond labeling this or that
silence between words
empty space between lines
between in and out
on the treshold
betwixt and between
…
Observation: I am always on the treshold
Question: Do you want to enter?
…
Going into the labyrinth of the mind:
Q: Do you want to enter?
Y:  Yes I have to, I have been called
…
Down into the rabbit hole
up and down,
will tomorrow
bring me sorrow
just another day of searching
round and round we go
beware the gate-warden
into the deep
spiral dance
except seven
no one have returned
he who enters
abandon all hope
what dreams may come
Inanna in the underworld
meet the ancestors
confronting the shades
of fear and loathing
where is ariadne?
dread lady ereshkigal awaits
maman brigitte
nan soti anglete
om kali ma jaya!
…

Synopsis:
Confronting my childhood fears of death and darkness
My grandfather died when I was four
Why did you have to go so soon?
…
Met dank aan Zinnig Noord – Storytelling 29 oktober @ Pllek

ANGEL

ANGEL


Spend all your time waiting

For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There`s always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it`s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh, beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I`ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You`re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There`s vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don`t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It`s easier to believe
in this sweet madness, oh
This glorious sadness
that brings me to my knees

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You`re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
You`re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

Sarah Mclachlan