Pan's GrailPan whispered in our ears ' Come to the woods, come dance with me in the green, drink from the Fountain of Dreams, come to me, come to me '... We live a Magickal Life one full of wonder and transformation, every day unfolds like a story from a fantastical novel, yet it it not fantasy, it is our lives and it is magickal !         POMBA GIRA 'With her shadows embraced she becomes Queen upon her Throne'   POMBA GIRA We made offerings of sweet red wine and sung to her sensuality To take that which was broken, defiled, dismantled and heal her She came in a dream her red dress flowing like blood across your body Cleansing the unclean, nurturing your power, your life force, your sexuality Finally returning home to yourself. Pomba Gira guide us, lament for us, for the down trodden, the ladies of the night Now made Queens with splendor and magic That bought them from the gutter To the golden throne’s on which they sit Now made from loves powerful potions of seduction.    The ‘MagickalChild’ is birthed whenever ‘The Other’ is communed with through those who combine their Souls creatively and with magickal intent .
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