Sinds ik dichtbij Westerpark woon, vind ik het leuk om in deze omgeving wandelroutes te ontdekken. Soms doe ik dat in mijn eentje, dan weer met anderen.
“De bomen op de route vertellen ieder hun eigen verhaal, verrijkt door een samenspel van gedichten, stemmen, boommaskers, klanken, lichtjes en muziek. Zo geeft de kunstenaar een wezenlijke stem aan de boom, ingekleurd door zijn of haar verbeelding”
De bomen krijgen elk hun eigen stem en gezicht, ze laten zich horen en zien, indrukwekkend! Zo voel ik me uitgenodigd om de bomen met aandacht en respect te benaderen. Sommige bomen zijn aaibaar en knuffelbaar, andere zijn stug en nors, net zo verschillend als mensen onderling…
Ik sluit dit verhaal af met een indruk van mijn eerste wandeling in het Wonderwoud en nodig je uit om deze wandeling ook te doen op je eigen manier, op jezelf of met anderen.
Onder begeleiding van Tanja Henn zijn we de wandeling begonnen met een ontmoeting met de indrukwekkende boom die de poort naar het oude deel van Westerpark bewaakt als Wachter. Hij staat waaks pal naast de ingang, ziet alles wat voorbijkomt. In plaats van gedachteloos op de automatische piloot deze boom voorbij te lopen, sta ik een tijdlang stil bij get geruis van de bladeren, het spel van licht en schaduw tussen de bladeren Wat heef deze boom allemaal voorbij zien gaan? Wat heeft deze boom uitgewisseld met andere bomen? Wat kan deze boom ons vertellen? Wat kunnen wij betekenen voor de boom?
N.B. De oogjes van de boom waren een tijdelijke (boomvriendelijke) toevoeging van Tanja Henn
The Master of Ravens said: I can teach you nothing new at this moment…take up your visionquest into the world of Men… Remember our compact with Ravenqueen!
And so, Foxy Lady went out of Faery into the world of Men…
Remembering the last temple of Earthshaking Sealord, high up the Great Mountain… The faithfull, who fled the wrath of the Sorcerer-King, made their last stand. Lightning smote their ranks, but still they stood firm…
Unable to stand the strain of eldritch energies, the Land broke apart, the Sea invaded, all were scattered to the corners of the Earth…
Ages ago in the time before Time, the Wars of the Gods escalated… Gods fell from the Heavens as falling stars. Daemons rose up from the Hells, shaking the foundations of the Earth. The Veil between the worlds was torn asunder… And the Fae returned to Middle-Earth. Now the powers of the Gods and Daemons are silent and exhausted after the Wars, and the Glamoury of the Fae shines all over the World. Magick has become chaotic and unpredictable after the GodsWar…a spell that fizzles or botches always have ‘interesting’ effects. After the Gods War, the Powers became silent. Most people acknowledge the Powers as a given force of nature, only some shamans keep the old traditions of sacrificing to the visible Powers: Sun, Moon, Stars, Gaia, Fire, Water, Earth, Air Many humans left their broken cities, becoming nomadic tribes.
Teenagers, investigating the mysterious…whatever could go wrong? Solving the disappearing of several teenagers during the years, confronting a hungry entity, heralding the loss of old traditions…
Rudolf was acting suspicious again, sneaking away after lunch…. Jeffrey gathered some friends to follow the tracks of his weird brother! Arriving at a clearing in the woods they followed the tracks into a cave, finding some strange signs leading deeper inwards…. Entering the Machine Realm! Supporting the Workers Revolution, battling the clockwork menace, escaping through the Portal…
The steampunk city-state GOTHAM is surrounded by the Mythago Mists since the nineteenth century, when the veils between the three worlds were lifted. At that time the Wayne Estate founded the Scout Movement to protect the innocent.Many adventurous youngsters have joined the movement since then.
A year ago, five students investigated the Islands, never to return! Another newbie group investigated recently, coming back with wild stories At last , the bound spirits of the dead were released…
A strong reality storm passed Gotham , and afterwards the sky stayed both gloomy and stormy… The beacon of the lighthouse went out! A vengeful ghost haunted the lighthouse and had to be appeased by uncovering a murder… In the end the scouts decided to act as judge, jury and executioner After doing the deed, they found an old rowing boat in the cellar… They escaped with their lives this time!
Three Sisters of Our Lady performed a thourough exorcism and cleansing of the site. Months later, some teenagers were invited to visit the Lighthouse… What could go wrong? Junior was in her last stage of pregnancy, so Mom escorted her to mainland while Granny stayed at home, feeling not well. While Granny laid unconscious on her bed… The bright beam of the lighthouse showed in the distance a hulk approaching from the dark North…the White Ship crashed on the beach! With some luck the teenagers fended off the Undead Captain till reinforcement came!
What happens outside the bastion of Gotham, where the privileged kids play at being wannabe guardian angels? Several outcast banded together to create a safe space, becoming a cult. A delegation from mainstream society decided to investigate the cult, armed men in black arrived in the community. They convinced the cult-leaders to come to Area 51 for further negotiation. The compound was heavily guarded and fortified, and outside the perimeter were many hovels built by refugiees. The cult-leaders were given a tough choice: working under jurisdiction of the men in black, allowing the influx of refugees in the community, otherwise the cult would be hunt down as being heretic. In the end the cult-leaders complied, hoping to be able to keep their ideals within the new administration.
‘Mister Johnson’ delivered his instruction to some members of the vigilante ‘Guardian Angels’ who were aware ‘something’ weird changed in Gotham while most ‘normal’ people reacted as if ‘business as usual’. They evaded Clockwork Knights, entered Gotham Below to hunt the Evil Wizard Aleister. Investigating Gotham Below…the energy system is deteriorating, the lights are flickering… The situation became dire, the main engine room sounded the alarm! Run! There is the tunnel to the escape pod! While the mayor tried to escape he was tackled by the adventurers and fell overboard… They escaped Gotham Below!
Gotham bastion is under attack!
Another division of the vigilante ‘Guardian Angels’ confronted the invasion of clockwork birds. With the help of the Wayne Corporation and the Triads they were able to destroy the Thunderbird sky-castle. The high priestess fell down from the castle, but did she survive?
Gotham: Magick and Machines …meanwhile some adventurers who survived the mythago invasion gathered information on Leonardo automata“Da Vinci had the right idea but not the right materials” Visiting the library, they had some trouble with the janitors who resented their ‘disruptive’ discussion and research actions. With some luck they discovered interesting symbols in a book mentioning golems! They continued their research with visiting a Qabalist… “Erasing the magick symbols of a golem will destroy the entity” … The adventurers remembered using a portal to the netherworld for information. “Lets do this” … This time the portal delivered the adventurers to the realm of the MachineGod!A confusing realm with border-wars between automatons and mages…After some confrontations with automatons, the adventurers found their way to the regent of this place: Lady Mechanica! The Lady showed the way… … to a guarded portal! After a hectic combat the guardian was defeated, now the adventurers were free to return to Middle Earth!
A special team of ‘Guardian Angels’ escorting Lady Blackbird through the dense woods were ambushed by a storm of crossbow bolts! The scarecrow absorbed the bolts in his straw body… The tin man let the bolts bounce from his armour… Peter took flight, attacking the bandits from above… Alice started running to find a hiding place in the woods.. Our heroes succeeded in routing the bandits, but after the battle they discovered that the Lady disappeared during the confusion! Searching for the Lady, they found signs at a clearing further away: some trees blacked by lightning strikes, a few threads from a ladys cloak, hoof prints, it seemed the Lady fought the bandits valiantly … They followed the hoof prints: four ponies single file, the last one carrying a heavier load… After noon when the sun was already traveling to the west, our heroes arrived at an old guard tower and decided to make camp. Waning moon, cloudy sky hiding the stars, while a dark shadow approached the tower… Trying to fight the shadow, discovering that physical weapons just passed harmless through… The scarecrow channeled Gaia’s life-giving force and chased the enemy away! After dawn our heroes continued following the trails… Look! An old castle! It seems there are no living souls around, only a murder of crows were circling around…. Using a Swiss knife, the Tin Man unlocked the front door easily! Our heroes proceeded through the mead hall. Peter used at last his artifact to detect the Lady’s whereabout: we must go down into the dungeon… Unlocking a barred door: we found her! While our heroes unchained the Lady, a large bell sounded the alarm…. ‘Who dares to disturb my rest?’ “Run, you fools!” Scarecrows took his last stand, while our heroes escaped with the Lady!
Lady Mechanica’s letter to the Guardian Angels vigilantes:
We need your support! Sometimes the world goes black and white. And everything seems to flicker almost imperceptibly, like a strobe light flashing faster than the eye can register. When the Flicker Effect starts, strange things often happen. They may be subtle or they may be screamingly obvious. But they usually involve some intrusion, arriving out of nowhere, from the alternate realms. The balance between Law and Chaos is disturbed, technology fails while magic runs rampart! Remember the influx of refugees from the Oasis some time ago? They escaped the Men in Black, but lost two important artefacts of Law during their flight. Find the Cog and Compass and bring it to my Bastion to enforce the rule of Law!
Letter from ‘Archangel’ Bruce:
Situation at the border is very tense, the Legionnaires are still holding the bridge over the Raging Waters, but the skirmishes between tribes and bandits might become open warfare anytime! We cannot send a large detachment, that will escalate the situation, we will send some scouts instead.
On the road they went Crowbane the clockwork scarecrow Marq the hunter Delph the technomancer…
Following the refugee trail, our heroes approached the tribal camp to consult the medicine man:
What you seek is at the old ruin!
Later they supported the running battle between the tribes and the bandits: many times the bandits gunshots fizzled while the tribal arrows found their mark! While the tribes chased the retreating bandits, the adventurers were able to cross the battlefield safely until they saw the old ruin! Entering the ruin, descending in the confusing maze below, confronting the demons at the portals, our heroes retrieved two artefacts for Lady Mechanica!
One strike in the battle of Law against Chaos, the Reality Wars will continue in another saga….
The air was thick with anticipation as the Dire Oracle, a sleek mechanical bird with razor-sharp wings and glowing crimson eyes, soared over the sprawling cityscape of Gotham. Its wings hummed with arcane energy, the faint sound of gears and cogs whispering as it glided through the air. Below, the city of Gotham sprawled in a chaotic tapestry of towers and shadowy alleys, where danger lurked in every corner.
The Oracle circled the skyline once before descending swiftly toward the hidden headquarters of the “Guardian Angels,” an elite team of vigilantes sworn to protect Gotham from its endless onslaught of corruption and madness. The bird’s descent ended at a forgotten temple, its steeple cracked and worn, blending seamlessly with the decaying architecture of Gotham’s underbelly.
Inside the sanctuary, the Angels were gathered. There was Victor “Ironclad” Kane, the team’s heavy-hitter, his clockwork arms whirring as he polished his arsenal of weapons. Lila “Shadowveil” Morgan, the stealth operative, leaned against a stained-glass window, her face partially obscured by a hood. Beside her sat Elijah “Cipher” Reyes, the mentat, his fingers dancing across a map of the city’s grid, tracking movements in his mind.
The Dire Oracle perched on a stone altar, its eyes glowing brighter as it relayed Lady Mechanica’s chilling message in her metallic, melodic voice:
“Chaos is coming to Gotham. Be prepared to take action.”
Victor frowned, his mechanical hand clenching into a fist. “Lady Mechanica doesn’t send warnings lightly. If she’s seen chaos, then we’ve got a storm brewing.”
Shadowveil’s voice was calm but edged with concern. “We need to identify the source of this chaos. Cipher, can you cross-reference recent disturbances?”
Cipher nodded, his mind visualising display spikes of activity across Gotham. “There’s a pattern here. Strange disappearances near Arkham, explosions in the clockwork district, and sightings of strange creatures. Could be connected.”
Victor glanced at Shadowveil and Cipher, his expression grim. “This smells like the work of the Lugh brotherhood. They’ve been quiet too long.”
Shadowveil adjusted her hood. “Then we don’t have much time. We need to find out what they’re planning and stop it.”
Suddenly, the Oracle’s eyes flickered again, and it spoke a single, cryptic phrase:
“Beware the hands that guide the storm. Time is your enemy.”
The team exchanged glances, the weight of the warning settling in the air. Outside, thunder rolled, as if punctuating the Oracle’s ominous words.
To be continued…
Gotham tales: Trouble at the Village
After the Dire Oracle warning, Gotham ‘Guardian Angels’ scouts were sent to investigate the Village: Some years after the men in black destroyed the hippy oase, it was rebuild by Asian refugees. A distant relative of the leading scout went missing after investigating rumours about chaos incursions! His abandoned shack was as invested by many rats… The scouts found his heirloom imperial army knife while witnessing a shade appearing shortly! Hearing rumours in the village, it seemed the lost relative had the reputation being a crazy old man who hunted in the Forbidden Forest. At the wasteland outside the village lived the untouchable outcast, the last hippy survivors… Most of them showed signs of malign mutations, caused by weird weapons! One of the survivors showed the hunting trail of the missing person, it went straight into the Forbidden Forest… Follow the trail till you see the Royal Tree! Look behind the tree to find the entrance to the World Below….Our heroes went into the World Below, followed the Labyrinth path and found the body of the lost hunter… Ambush! Death rained from above!
Surviving the ambush, confronting clockwork servitors… Run!
Escaping the servitors, returning to the surface world…
The village council decided to seal the entrance to the World Below: ‘let the clockwork servitors and the alien monsters destroy each other’
The aftermath of the ambush lingered in the minds of the Guardian Angels. The body of the lost hunter had been retrieved, his legacy forever tarnished by the horrors of the World Below. Yet questions gnawed at the council and the scouts alike — if the entrance was sealed, what would happen when the war between clockwork servitors and alien monsters reached its bloody conclusion? What if they sought new paths to the surface?
A week passed. The village simmered with unease. Rats swarmed through alleys and crept into homes, their beady eyes gleaming with strange intelligence. Whispered tales of shifting shadows in the Forbidden Forest spread like wildfire, and the scent of ozone clung to the air — the unmistakable mark of eldritch energy.
A scout who had narrowly escaped the labyrinth ambush, was haunted by strange dreams. Awoke one night drenched in sweat, the hunter’s voice echoing in her ears: *The Royal Tree bleeds sap of time… Find the way back, or all worlds will unravel.*
The village council dismissed visions as remnants of trauma, but the scouts knew better. Dreams were often prophetic, even if their meaning was cloaked in riddles.
Guided by intuition, the scouts slipped away under the cover of night. They headed toward the Forbidden Forest, where the Royal Tree loomed like a silent sentinel against the chaos beyond.
The tree’s bark shimmered with golden veins that pulsed faintly in the moonlight. At its base, they found a fresh fracture in the earth, glimmering with unnatural energy. The council’s seal had failed. The gate to the World Below had reopened.
“We can’t go back empty-handed. If we don’t stop this now, Gotham will burn.”
“Then we go in — not to fight monsters, but to find the key that locks this place forever.”
As they descended once more into the Labyrinth, faint metallic echoes greeted them. The servitors were still active, their gears grinding with malevolent purpose. But this time, something else moved within the shadows — a writhing mass of obsidian tendrils, pulsing with violet light.
“The alien monsters”
“We split them apart. Let their war continue while we find the core.”
. “And if we can’t?”
“Then Gotham won’t be the only place to fall.”
The shadows thickened around them, gears whirred, and violet light seared the darkness. The final descent had begun.
Koganemura is a remote farming village, populated by refugees banished from Gotham. Its people have lived modestly, growing rice and raising livestock in relative peace. However, recent unrest has left smaller villages like Koganemura vulnerable to chaos incursions. The villagers have nobody to protect them. Hearing of vigilante ‘Guardian Angels’ from Gotham, they have pooled their meager resources to seek aid.
While many vigilante Guardian Angels fought the Reality Storm incursions in the wilderness outside Gotham, the Administration took power by announcing Martial Law ‘to fight the ‘enemy within’ : aliens,criminals, crooks, counterculture, genderbending, heresy, outlaws, vagrants. All vigilante groups were outlawed! The Guardian Angels went underground to organise resistance.
A covert team went to the night market for information. … It was more busy than usual: buying and selling, gossiping, meeting people. A few groups were clustering together: burly construction workers, scarred corps students, colourful ladies of the night. … The workers were angry because their union was disbanded , the students were upset because one of their outspoken spokesmen was arrested, the ladies were complaining of police harassment. …
Talking with several groups, the covert team discovered mister Johnson, a secret police member, lurking around!
… The ladies shared some pillow-talk information about the place where the student was held: Arkham!
Using their black market connections, the covert team was able to get some police uniforms to infiltrate the Asylum, while the workers and the students combined their actions: While the students organized a riot downtown, attracting a strong respons from the police, the workers attacked the Asylum! .. Using the distraction of the riots, the covert team was able to infiltrate the Asylum and delivering the prisoner: it was the grandson of Triad leader Wang! … The team was invited at the Triad headquarters to receive great honors: food, drink and gold! They agreed to undertake another mission, to take a special group of six secret police operators into custody. … The ladies of the night provided some information about the whereabouts of the operators: a large single safehouse at a vacant spot in the middle of Crime Alley. … Infiltrating the safehouse, they surprised the operators while conducting a ritual: six persons stood chanting around an altar where a dense smoke came out of a cauldron. Immediately a grand melee ensued! Blades flashing, shots flying around, a smoke bomb went off! One by one the operators fell down, the smoke cleared…. At the centre of the cauldron a smoke pillar was condensing into a human-like shape, that immediately started attacking our heroes! Using the demonbane charm and lightning staff , they were able to banish the demon. Our heroes were victorious…for now!
Triad leader Wang requested a team of vigilante Gotham ‘Guardian Angels” : “The Authority organized a razzia against our community, capturing several children from important businessmen. Please help us to free the children!” … MacSweeney’s bar was a known hangout for mercenaries, the perfect place to find information! Chatting with a talkative militiaman, the vigilantes discovered important details: Twenty very young children were held at detention camp Blackgate Island, together with af few Sisters of Our Lady The waters around the Island was infested by alligators, while the camp was surrounded by a fence with guarded watchtowers. … The vigilantes negotiated with the leader of the Sisters of Our Lady , to organize combined action: while the Sisters of Our Lady , would start a rioting demonstration in the city, the vigilantes would infiltrate the camp. … New moon, cloudy starless night , perfect timing for action! … Commandeering a fishing boat, the vigilantes were able to approach the Island unseen. The alligators were already neutralized with poisoned meat! Observing the Island: large barbed wire fence, six guarded watchtowers, single sentry patrolling each half hour. Using the small window of opportunity, the sharpshooter neutralized two guarded towers, while the infiltrator cut through the fence. Just in time to put down the returning sentry! The infiltrator hid the body and took his uniform to keep appearances of patrolling. Now the vigilantes were able to free the prisoners, twenty young childrend and four women. Warding off the rest of the alarmed sentries, the escape was made! After a short while sailing they were chased by The Fluyt ! The vigilantes tried to evade to the rocky shallows but struck a rock… ‘Beach the boat, take cover, “Don’t fire till you see the whites of their eyes!” While gunshots and arrows were flying, the infiltrator was able to ambush the enemy commander. As soon the commander was down, the enemy morale broke down, the mercenaries fled. … At last our heroes were able to escape with the women and children to safety!
Gotham tales beyond the city
The Village was populated by refugees banished from Gotham, recent unrest has left them vulnerable to chaos incursions. Hearing of vigilante ‘Guardian Angels’ from Gotham, they have pooled their meager resources to seek aid.
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Clan MacDonald already decreed many oppressive laws against ‘the enemy within’ :’illigal aliens’, vagrants, ‘vigilantes’, etcetera. Several ‘Guardian Angels’ felt it was wise to leave the city and take refuge in the Village. … Arriving at the Village, gathering information…
… After the arrival of many refugees from Gotham, the Village has become too crowded: too many people, not enough food! To make matter worse, many rats were investing the fields, destroying the crops. … The alchemist brewed some rat poison to scatter between the crops. Many rats died indeed, but the corvids that ate the cadavers also died!
… Dissecting some corvids, the alchemist discovered some warpstone contamination! This same contamination was also found in the Broken Hills, where the mutants live. … According to legends, a star fell down in the Broken Hills; amidst the wreckage was a stunned firedemon thas immediately was bound and inprisoned in the caves under the Great Tree in the forest. … Investigating the sealed cave: The seal was broken from inside outwards, the demon has escaped! … Entering the cave: Finding some skeletons, apparently remnants of cultist. What killed the cultist? Finding a cultist journal, reading a scribbled note in the margin ‘we need the Cog and Compass’ … Descending in the mazes of the cave, encountering large poisonous mushrooms and giant spiders! Narrowly escaping monsters and mechanical traps, finding a secret room with the clockwork engine that operated the security system. The Alchemist was able to communicate with the clockwork, ensuring safe travel through the maze! … Our heroes escaped the maze to return safely to the Village, knowing that the firedemon was roaming in the world!
Tokeh (gekko): bij het horen van deze hagedis in Indonesia voelde ik mij meteen verwelkomd, en herinnerde ik mij hoe sommige mensen de roep van het dier gebruiken als een ja/nee orakel. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tokay_gecko
ArtJournal : Voor mij is dit een soort intuitief dagboek, als ik ermee begin weet ik nog niet waar het naar toe leidt. Dan kan het veel later pas blijken wat mijn onderbewuste mij te vertellen heeft. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art_diary
kris (javaanse rituele dolk): deze heb ik ooit ontvangen als dankgeschenk, en zal dan ook een erfstuk worden voor degenen die na mij komen. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kris
Inwijdings schilderij : De kunstenares die dit maakte, had eerst een uitgebreid gesprek met mij, waarna ze intuitief aan het werk ging. Het resultaat was een bijzonder schilderij dat me hielp bij trancereizen.
Lyke Wake Dirge: Een toegezongen reisgids door de benedenwereld, een korte Europese versie van het Dodenboek.
Magische boom: Bij visualisaties helpt deze mij tijdens trancereizen naar de andere werkelijkheid
De shamanistische reis door de benedenwereld is een thema dat me regelmatig bezig houdt, voornamelijk om onderbewuste emoties onder ogen te kunnen zien: angst, woede, verdriet.
Symposion Heren op middelbare leeftijd filosoferen over de (Platonische) Liefde onder genot van wijn …was Aristophanes de comediant wel serieus met zijn tweelingziel verhaal?
Weer een mythisch verhaal van Plato over een paradijs dat door hubris ten val kwam.. Het beeld van de opkomende zondvloed die de tempel van Poseidon verwoest, blijft me ontroeren.
Honora the Guardian escorted Bondi to a new save haven:
Bondi remembered a friend mentioning a safe space at The Sisters of Our Lady:
‘Ask for Sister Margareth!
On the road you will see the ruins of the war rumoured to hide many artefacts of the old times but also invested by several gangs.
Beyond that are the hunting grounds of the Mohawk who are at war with the Authority’s Vigilante Corps.
Avoid the main road!’
They decided to avoid the ruins… …cursed by fire from Heaven during the War… At the sight of the ruins in the distance, Bondi remembered nightmares of the battles… A road block…
Bondi and Honora tried to escape through the woods, but a couple of the thugs followed their trail… Confrontation at the ford: one thug down, one fleeing away to call reinforcements!
Evading the thugs, our heroes arrived at a Mohawk warcamp…
Using sign language, Honora started a palaver with the war-chief.
Apparently they had a very ill tribe-member.
Bondi offered some healing…
Looking at the patient, they discovered some bite marks As soon as Bondi put her holy symbol on the patient’s head, he started twitching as if having a seizure, apparently a vampiric infestation! They had to put the patient down…
The tribe was grateful for the help and were willing to listen to our heroes
Honora warned the tribe of approaching bandits…
Within an hour the tribe went packing!
Our heroes continued their journey, while they heard the sounds of a distant battle…
Did the tribe confronted the bandits or the vigilantes?
Escaping through the woods, arriving at a clearing… They found some traces of a boy scout party that recently made camp at this place:
Scattered teenage clothing, as if just lest behind!
Almost nightfall, time to rest.
Honora decided to take watch most of the time…
A sneak attack from behind…
The attacker already tried to put its claws around Honora’s neck, but was surprised by the opponent’s martial skill!
In a smooth move Honora grabbed the monster’s arm and threw it to the ground, following up with a quick axe swing through its neck!
After neutralising the monster, our heroes investigated the mystery of the vanishing boy-scouts, wondering what happened here.. Suddenly Sister Margareth appeared!
Lezing:
“In deze lezing vertelt Eva Meijer over wat haar ex-laboratoriummuizen haar leerden over liefde, verlies en samenleven, en hoe we weer van de wereld kunnen worden.”
Ritueel: vier en ervaar de lente “In een speciaal ontworpen ritueel prikkelen we onze zintuigen, om zo samen de lente te ervaren en te vieren. We gaan ook naar buiten en verbinden ons met stadsnatuur. We reflecteren met elkaar: wat betekent de lente voor mij? En voor de mens? Hoe kunnen wij ‘verwerelden’? Hoe kunnen wij beter luisteren naar de anderen met wie wij deze wereld delen?’
Indruk van de lezing: Eva benadrukte hoe belangrijk het is om te beseffen dat de mens onderdeel moet zijn van de natuur, in plaats van heer en meester. Eco-humanisme kan veel leren van de manier waarop inheemse culturen omgaan met de natuur.
Vraag uit de zaal:
“In hoeverre heeft humanisme ruimte voor de spiritualiteit van inheemse culturen, waarbij een belangrijke rol is weggelegd voor de voorouders, geesten/goden?”
Antwoord:
“Hier heb ik nog niet veel over nagedacht”
Indruk van het ritueel
We begonnen met een paar eenvoudige oefeningen om onze zintuigen te wekken: geur, gehoor, gevoel, ogen.
Daarna konden we aan de hand van een aantal observatie-vragen om het terrein lopen, zodat onze zintuigen konden ervaren:
Ruiken aan de kruiden, luisteren naar omgevingsgeluiden, betasten van de planten, kijken naar wat er te zien was.
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Teruggekeerd in de ruimte, konden we wat voorwerpen verzamelen van de tafels, waarmee we de cirkel konden versieren als lente-tafel met bolletjes, bloemen, stenen, zaadjes … en handgeschreven intenties.
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We sloten af met een kort meditatief moment…
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Ik ervaarde dit als een kort maar krachtig ritueel!
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Hierna had ik een kort gesprek met de begeleider van het ritueel:
Dit onderdeel van de bijeenkomst was voor mij de voornaamste reden om te komen, ik was blij dat hiermee ruimte gemaakt werd voor spiritualiteit binnen het Humanisme.
Zelf beschouw ik mezelf als Humanist, maar heb ik me vaak gestoord in de sterke atheistische onderstroom van Europees Humanisme. In mijn wereldbeeld ervaar ik juist de synergie van spiritualiteit en humanisme!
Omstreeks Samhain 2022 deed ik mee aan de workshop Memento Mori ; Daria leidde het geheel in met een passend ritueel waar ik graag aan meedeed met mijn sjamanentrommel.
Later nodigde ze me uit als ritueel begeleider voor de opening van het Death and Rebirth Festival, hier zei ik graag ja op!
Voorbereiding: Is de locatie geschikt? NDSM Treehouse is een broedplaats die ontstond uit de krakers-scene, dat schept een specifieke sfeer. Is er voldoende logistieke ondersteuning (opbouw en versiering van de ruimte)?
Hiervoor zouden een paar vrijwilligers actief zijn.
Uitvoering:
Gezien de locatie, de beschikbare ondersteuning en de verwachte bezoekers koos ik voor een kort en krachtig basis-ritueel.
Om de deelnemers voor te bereiden op het intensieve thema van het festival, begonnen we met smudging, grounding en centering.
De sjamanentrommel hielp met het opbouwen van de juiste energie in de cirkel, waarna de deelnemers via visualisaties begeleid werden in een lichte trancereis naar de plek van inspiratie.
Na afloop van deze meditatie kon iedereen weer goed in het hier en nu komen door zichzelf wakker te masseren.
We hadden nog een deelronde, daarna ging ieder zijns weegs.
Tijdens de lunch op locatie had ik nog een goede uitwisseling met Daniel die tegenover me zat in de cirkel, het was fijn om op dit niveau een gesprek te hebben!
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Dit dagdeel was voor mij bijzonder intensief:
Maart roerde zijn staart, bij heen en terugreis in de sneeuwjacht fietsen met mijn staf en trommel was een behoorlijke uitdaging, ik was blij om veilig thuis te kunnen komen!
Ik realiseerde me nogmaals dat dit soort ritueel werk veel energie vraagt, zo ervaar ik het als offer aan de gemeenschap van mensen en spirits.
Ik ben dankbaar voor de gelegenheid die ik heb gekregen om dit te doen!
DOOD EN WEDERGEBOORTE
10 tm 12 Maart 2023
Rituele Kunst Festival
Dit festival schept ruimte voor de thema’s van de dood, het onbekende en verandering.
Doe mee met dit driedaagse festival in Treehouse NDSM te Amsterdam: exposities, lezingen, workshops, rituelen, muziek
Drie kernelementen van de uitvaart: beeld, tekst en muziek
Welk beeld?
Welke tekst?
Welke muziek?
Beeld:
Terugkerend thema van de Helpers die ik vaak aanroep en/of in mijn omgeving ervaar in tijden van crisis, zijn en blijven de Malachim!
Van de Vier Aartsengelen, die in de Talmud worden genoemd, ervaar ik de meeste bescherming van Michael.
Salon Metamorfose (Afscheids Café), Friday 10 from 12.00 till 17.00.
As a warm up for our transformational event, we open our doors to our Salon Metamorfose on Friday 10, at 12.00.
A space to open up, let go of lingering emotions, embrace change and transition gracefully.
For this purpose we will start our gathering at 12.00 with an introductory ceremony led by Felix Goei,G.H. (ritual facilitator https://hgoei.com:
Grounding, creating safe space, preparing to enter the workshops.
In this way we will open a safe space to the group to further explore themes of transformation such as the art of aging, death, and celebrating life.
**Samhain Nights**
Look behind the tree to find the entrance to the World Below….Our heroes went into the World Below, followed the Labyrinth path and found the body of the lost hunter…
Run!
They decided to avoid the ruins…
…cursed by fire from Heaven during the War…
At the sight of the ruins in the distance, Bondi remembered nightmares of the battles…
A road block…
Confrontation at the ford: one thug down, one fleeing away to call reinforcements!
As soon as Bondi put her holy symbol on the patient’s head, he started twitching as if having a seizure, apparently a vampiric infestation!
They had to put the patient down…
They found some traces of a boy scout party that recently made camp at this place:
Suddenly Sister 
Dreamquest 
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