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Magic is Afoot ~ Initiation into Pans Garden

7/28/2022

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Initiation into Pans Garden

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SWALLOWS

7/5/2022

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SWALLOWS

In late spring I was out on the land, wandering through the warm Spanish landscape, when a subtle presence seemed to descend over me. I spontaneously began to perform ceremony, a ritualistic enactment to open the gates between this world and the next, to honour the earth and all the critters that are beholden to her kingdom.

My body naturally flexed and stretched calling forth the four directions, summoning the elemental beings out from the hidden landscape, encircling me in their presence and power.
Raising both hands to the sky i closed my eyes and summoned my invocation.

No sooner had the last poetic phrase left my lips than my head started spinning, caught in a sudden whirlwind, a sound of high-pitched screeching bird song seemed to crescendo all around me.

As its intensity peaked inside my now reverberating skull, i opened my eyes, So great was the charge of energy that with a sudden gasp it literally stole my breath away.

Above me like a spiralling tornado was a flight of swallows spinning so fast as to create a whirlwind, that seemed to lift me up, now standing on tip toe, arms outstretched as if crucified, my back arched like a bow ready to release its arrow.

This dizzying moment seemed to last an eternity until finally the trance broke, as the swallows swooped one last time and then in a flash were gone.

Everything suddenly stopped, it was as if time had stood still, and i was suspended between realms, then, ever so gently floated back down to the ground.

At precisely that moment a bright ray of sunlight arched from behind a cloud. its piercing beam spotlighting something about 20 yards from me at the base of an old pine tree.
From a distance i couldn't quite see what it was but it was as if there was an urgency to this flickering light that was shining down trying to show me something.

Something, yes something was there illuminated by the sunlight. What it was i couldn't quite see from a distance but something was definitely there glimmering under the now diminishing light.
I bowed my head and gave thanks, reversing my calling songs to each direction to close my magical circle.

As soon as id finished and was fully back in this world i hesitantly walked to where the light had shone so vibrantly.

To my utter astonishment there at the base of the old pine tree surrounded by dry needles, out in nature , in the middle of nowhere, was a small Christ like figurine, arms outstretched just as i had been moments before, gazing back at me and marked on his chest the Awen the three druidic rays of light, the holy trinity.

'I am the Mabon
I am the child
Three pure rays
The pillars of light'

Ever since that auspicious day the swallows have followed me back into town and every morning when i go out to my balcony i call to them, the same song they sung to me that summons whirlwinds.

They come swooping full of vigour, full of joy, playfully whirling and twirling through the air , once again sending my head spinning, heralding the promise of summer, the promise of light and the miracle of nature.

She who speaks to us constantly, through her plants, through her elements, through her animals, in an unknown language, a foreign tongue, hard to understand if we would only but listen.

Swallows
Wordz; Y.Zsigo

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A WORLD FULL OF WONDERS

7/5/2022

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A WORLD FULL OF WONDERS

We don't want to work for money but for love alone
For compassion’s sake and life's budding expression
To implore great forces to come dine with us
And banquet at a great table of our own design

Where artists and muses will gather together
Frolicking and fucking parading their pleasures
Under an arbour of grapevines blossoming
In the city square where time stands still

All the towns folk will come and be shocked
Commanding their young to cover their innocence
Yet entertained, and inspired, to dance with the piper
Who calls them amongst us to abandon their reason

Emptying their pockets of hard-earned belongings
As will thrill them with the delight of strange pleasures
Otherwise unknown and new to their tasting
That loosens the buckles and bracelets

And we will undress before them as poetic heathens
And dance with the snake of the sunlit night
To call forth the twilight and the promise of Eden
To seduce them unto second sight

And for one brief moment all pain will avail us
All suffering will pass before their very eyes
Once again to return home through the veil
To Arcadia with nymph and satyr we will delight

So give me your gold and all that you own
For am i never to toil and work again
But instead to weave splendours with those that remember
Not yet dead but awake in a world full of wonders

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June 23rd, 2022

6/23/2022

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FEAST OF SAN JUAN

FEAST OF ST. JUAN

Every year, the Feast of San Juan is celebrated in different parts of Europe.
Christians celebrate the night of st. Juan on June 23 in honor of the birth of St. John the Baptist.
It was originally an adaptation of the pagan cult to the teachings of the Bible based on the great bonfire that Zechariah lit after the birth of his son Juan.

CELEBRATION

Saint Juan is the Saint celebrated by the Church on June 24: the day of his birth (he is the only saint whose birth is celebrated).
He is the most celebrated Saint in Europe and one of the most important Saints for Christians since he is considered the forerunner of Jesus Christ.
It is said that during the summer solstice, these people lit large bonfires to seek the blessing of their lands and ensure that they bore enough fruit to feed themselves. In addition, through the fire they asked the divinity for a prosperous future for couples in love and fertility for women.
The Feast of St. Juan is originally linked to the arrival of the summer solstice (June 21), of pagan origin that was later Christianized.
After the Christianization of this festival, the night of June 23rd to 24th becomes a holy night, sacred and of purification, without abandoning its magical and pagan aura. It is celebrated as the shortest and most magical night of the year.
Every year on the night of June 23rd to 24th and 24th, festivities are held in many corners of Spain in honor of St. Juan. Numerous beliefs and rites are linked to the day and to the Saint, reminiscent of ancient cults that were celebrated at the arrival of the summer solstice.

Symbols of this celebration:

Fire: is the purifying element that rids us of bad luck and everything we want to leave behind.
Water is the second symbol of San Juan, it is said that tonight all waters have healing virtues, so in many places it is customary to bathe in the sea or river.
Herbs are the third element, it is believed that plants multiply their healing properties on this night.
The evening of the Night of San Juan 2021 is the moment when thousands of people welcome the summer on the shortest night of the year.
To attract good luck and put aside bad omens without having to resort to good luck charms, each city decides to celebrate the night of San Juan with its own idiosyncrasies.
Rituals for good luck
Jumping over the bonfire: this is one of the most widespread good luck rituals in Spain although it has nuances depending on the area in which it is carried out. In Galicia it is considered necessary to jump the bonfire nine times over the flames for good luck, while in the Alicante and Valencia areas it is only necessary to jump over the flames seven times.
Jumping the waves: another tradition is to jump 7 waves at midnight, although the number may vary depending on the region. It is said that this is the perfect time to make a wish and have it fulfilled.
Taking a spiritual bath : another belief is that anyone who takes a bath with 7 different herbs will be cleansEd and blessed as water and herbs have more magikal potency on this night
Washing one’s face: a very common ritual in areas where there is no beach is to wash one’s face after midnight. It is said to be lucky if you do it without looking in the mirror afterwards.
The Feast of St. Juan is celebrated in different parts of Europe, in Spain it is a holiday in the Valencian Community.

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I WEAR THE CROWN

5/3/2022

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I WEAR THE CROWN

I own your head

Have stolen your crown

You broke the seal

With the hammer of ignorance

Crushed the blossoming flower

I am the Seed Stealer

The Horned Gatekeeper

Gravity pulled us down

Down to the ground

Down through the fire

To the Halls of the Great Mother

Dragged screaming

Now to meet your maker

Midnights dreaming

Fear haunts you like a demon

It distorts everything

In its gripping power

Surrounds you in a cloak of chaos

That makes the unreal real

And you

Lies greatest believer

I am the one come as shadow

The Dark Liberator

The Crown Stealer

That polishes gold

And mounts your head

Cracking the poisonous skull

Drinking its blood

She comes black and grotesque

With skulls on her neck

Sufferings Queen

The Dark Destroyer

Blades drawn

To cut off your head

Loves Purifier

With eyes that roll

In the back of her head

She feeds on desire

The Great Annihilator

That drinks from your lying lips

Wraps her snakes around your neck

And pulls her victim in

Each of us a length of string

That at the appointed hour

Is feasted upon and reeled in

I am Her Progenitor

Her Consort

Her Lover

Who baths in excstacy

Worshipping at her feet

The Crowned Emperor

The All Father

The one that breaths destiny

The illusions shattered grin

That bows its head before me

To finally

Come home

Once again

It is me

With the keys

To both past and future

Until you are clean

Illuminated and redeemed

I wear the Crown

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DEMON

4/28/2022

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DEMON

I recently had the great displeasure of confronting a true demonic force that had possessed someone. Its presence inspired this poem, may you never encounter such misery as this x bless

DEMON

Its not their fault
You seem to think its something wrong with them
But what your not comprehending is it is them
They are wicked, spiteful, full of hatred

Demons core

They consume pain like we do pleasure
They wield hate like we do laughter
Its their nature, they were born this way
Vengeful & bitter dancing in hell fire

Demons Gate

Daggers and blades stalking their game
This is fun for them
Nectars suffering sadistic smiles
Venoms poison, injecting desolation into creation

Demons Hordes

They devour life and feed on our good nature
I have seen them twist and turn against each other
They are ruin and depressions daughter
They are prideful wilful anger

Demonic Laughter

Abominations
They are
Legion

They
are
Demon

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7 SWORDS OF SAN MIGUEL ~ The Ukraine Working

3/3/2022

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7 SWORDS OF SAN MIGUEL
Spiritual working to bring victory and peace to Ukraine

Archangel Michael is an extremely powerful Angelic presence. He is the angel of Fire and the South, and he is depicted as a warrior angel of protection and purification who conquers all demons. He instantly obliterates any negative force within his vicinity when he arrives on the inner planes.
'MICHAEL is a Spirit who guided the Prophet Elisha in all his actions. He is the Protector of all Kingdoms. After God Himself, he is all-powerful.
“Michael” means “who is like God.” “Sabaoth” comes from Hebrew and means “Lord of Hosts,” and it is an epithet of God. It could also be an epithet of Michael as the leader of God’s army. Many of the spells in the Greek Magical Papyri, one of the oldest magical texts that exists, contain this word. “Athanatos” is Greek, and means “immortal,” literally a-, “without,” thanatos, “death, saday comes from Hebrew and means “field,” i.e. a battlefield. Collectively, these words tell that Michael is the immortal leader of God’s armies and that in creating, working with or wearing this as an amulet, you incur his divine protection.

Below is his seal used in ceremonial magic that comes from the Solomonic grimoire called The Grimoire of Armadel and redrawn by the artist Nightgrowler.

7 SWORDS OF SAN MIGUEL
Spiritual working to bring victory and peace to Ukraine
Ideally but not necassarily performed on a Sunday

1. Recite the Lords Prayer
2. Focus and pray to Saint Micheal
3. Taking each coloured candle one at a time, holding above your head and recite out loud the 7 SWORDS OF SAN MIGUEL. Praying for each candles quality to prevail { List & prayer below }
4. Continue this process until the image { that you would have printed out earlier of either San Miguel or his Seal } is surrounded by the 7 candles / 7 swords.
6. Once again recite lords prayer and give thanks assured that your prayer has been answered.
7. Once the candles have fully burned down, pray once more and give thanks. Then either frame and hang the image in your home or hide descreetly somewhere inside your house.
COMMENT : At no point during this working contemplate hate , revenge or malice. Simply call on San Miguels presence and then contemplate each quality of the 7 swords as they are placed in a circle around the image.

PRAYER
Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle.
Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil;
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray
O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls.
Oh most Noble Prince of the Angelic Hierarchies
valorous warrior of Almighty God,
and zealous lover of His glory,
terror of the rebellious angels,
and love and delight of all the just ones,
my beloved Archangel Saint Michael,
desiring to be numbered among thy devoted servants,
I, today offer and consecrate myself to thee,
and place myself, my family,
and all I possess under thy most powerful protection.
O Glorious Sword given to Michael the Archangel,
by the Eternal Father, of the celestial realm!
Glorious Sword: fight all spirit of ruin from our families,
frm our minds and in our hearts.
Glorious Sword of St. Michael the Archangel,
place this victorious sign on my right hand to give us the final victory ,
to be able to overcome all of destructive spirits that wants to lead me away from yur Sanctifying Grace.
Come Glorious Sword of St. Michael, Flash with a ray of the Holy Spirit, so that we can see the face of our Heavenly Beloved Father and be worthy of the promises of my Lord Jesus Christ and all the heavenly host
Amen

THE 7 SWORDS / COLOURED CANDLES

Red for Fire, Passion, Strength and desire
White for Peace and Purity.
Blue for Wisdom and healing
Pink for Gods Love to mankind
Green for the Earth and land
Yellow for Clarity of intention and support
Purple for victory and valour
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THE ARTIST
I initially created the 7 swords of San Miguel Ceremony to defend Ukraine purely from Magikal instinct, a few nights later i heard in the Glitchbottle Podcast below from the artist Nightgrowler who created these images, that saint micheal is on the crescent to Kiev and not only that, that this young occult artist in the podcast is literally creating his art in his basement in Kiev, with his family. while bombs are flying over head.
I have since made contact and we are in communication and he has given me and anyone else permission to use his artwork for any magikal workings or purely ascetic purposes in support of the Ukrainian people

Glitchbottle podcast
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AD6qAhjT4iQ&list=WL&index=123

Here is the Magikal Artists details, im sure he will be glad to hear any words of support or any financial offerings to help him and his family through this intensley troubling time
https://www.facebook.com/nightgrowler148/
https://www.instagram.com/nightgrowler.photo/
https://www.instagram.com/nightgrowler/

There are so many synchronicities with San Miguel right now i am without any doubt that the Miraculous is at hand as all signs so far have been nothing but affirming.

Bless

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The Otherside of Twilight

12/8/2021

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The Otherside of Twilight

I was working with a brother shamanically when the Ancestors came over me strongly and began telling us hw t respond in these apparent troubled times. That in fact, the check mate of civilisation right now with it pandemics, division and isolation was in fact forcing us to an inward stance, so we may increase our spiritual practice and literally build a bridge from and into the spiritworld, whereby those transitioning out may wander purposefully and so to that new vital force and a host of multiple enthused spirits may renter this plane of existance to support the earths transformation.

As with most things it inspired me to write this poem.
Thank you Remi, thank you ancestors, thank you Great Spirit.
It has been consciously conceived so once read you can jump back and forth from any line to
any line in the poem and it will still hold its form of poetic trance ad infinitum !

THE OTHERSIDE OF TWILIGHT

Isolate and darkened
We are building a bridge
Through space and time
Compression beckons us
Inwards towards
The great unknown
Clans of remembrance
Spearhead through enveloping mists
Opening the minds eye

We are building a bridge into the sky

Don't be surprised
We are chosen
Tortured into introspection
Extracting breath
From this world
Breathing it
Into beyond
Passing it on
Passing it over
We have yet
To come home
To ourselves
To what lies behind
The hidden curtain

We are building a bridge into the Otherworld

Ravaged and diseased
Nations in isolation
So lets meet together
Under astral light
To build an arc
Into the Light
Where the Trickster
Plays his joke and game
Masking bliss
With suffering
Every shadow
Holds meaning

Singing

The poets lament
Over the open wound
That spills honey
On twisting tounges
Their open mouths
And curling lips
Spread the sleep
Of seduction
Of silent respite
We walk
The narrow path
Between two towers
Unto the starlit night
Where with open arms
We wait
To be embraced
By the ghost nation

We have built a bridge to the otherworld

To the otherside of twilght

To the otherside of night

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CALLIOPE

12/5/2021

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The Banished Language
CALLIOPE

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Deep Within

11/20/2021

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DEEP WITHIN

'I am with you, deep within the woods, deep within the green, deep within the darkness.
The pipes that stir the soul and sing to us of home, within the ancient landscape
of the never forgotten'.

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