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I WEAR THE CROWN

5/3/2022

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

The Otherside of Twilight

12/8/2021

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

Deep Within

11/20/2021

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'.

Witchfinder General

6/5/2020

Witchfinder General

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The Invocation

4/6/2020

The Invocation
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The Devil and the Drunkard

11/21/2019

The Devil and the Drunkard

I sat on the sunny steps smoking, breathing in the warm sea air. A drunkard named Frances sat down beside me, her eyes watering, distraught and pleading. We sat in silence for a moment, then I said, ‘It hurts right? You need a drink don’t ya ?’ She nodded quietly and shamefully bowed her head. I took some loose change from my pocket and gave it to her.
‘There ya go honey, should be enough to take the pain away.’ She grabbed the money sharply from my hand and scuffled off into the summer’s fading light.
Later she returned and enlivened from the fire water asked me bluntly,
‘Are you the Devil ?’ I laughed humbly and shook my head,
‘Of course not, why do you say that? Just cause I gave you some change for ya liquor ? ‘
‘ No’, she said her eyes no longer stinging from withdrawal, ‘I saw him in a dream, he was beautiful and looked just like you’.
She took another gulp from the large brown bottle she’d purchased, taking a moment to savor the liquid medicine now diluting into her blood stream.
‘ He said he was coming for me, that I was his and it would soon be time to go with him’.
As she spoke those last words her voice slowed and her swollen eyes moved nervously about as if something was out there hunting her down.
Again I laughed to lighten the mood ‘And he looked just like me, that’s hilarious, of course I’m not the devil!’
‘ What’s going to happen to me ‘ she said her eyes now saddened but steady,
‘ I can’t stop drinking, I know it’s no good for me but I just can’t st....’
Before the last word could pass through her lips, she swayed back and forth as if delirious, her eyes starting to roll into the back of her drunken head. A strange cluck then a gargling sound came from the back of her throat and then, as if in slow motion, she slumped forward dead in front of me.
What was left of her beer poured out onto the concrete, like alcoholic blood bleeding out across the pavement.
I sat there silent, the now cooling sea breeze blowing her strong unwashed scent away from me.
Picking up my hat I fixed it firmly upon my head and looking down at her now dead and silent carcass, I whispered, ‘ You could of prayed to god young lady, but instead you summoned me and you know I don’t work for free. I’ll be seeing you soon but first there are others need attending to and debts that need keeping !’
The moon slowly peeked above the horizon flickering silver sparks across the ocean as the wind gently blew in the last of the summers breeze.

Wordz; Yanu Zsigo

Evidencia

10/15/2019

Evidencia

The other day at LaBotanica a friend came to visit with her 10 year old daughter. I felt an immediate kinship with her as we played and talked showing her various things in the shop.
When they left and were on the ferry back home to North Amsterdam Lot { thats her name } turned to her mother and said she recognized me from a past life in a First Nation/Native American village, where i was a shaman/doctor and gave every new-born child presents. She said she was my best friend and the village's hairdresser for special ritual festivals and that i had a wolf, a bear and two cats as Allies.... In Espiritismo we call this an 'evidencia', a true confirmation from Spirit..
I have never met Lot before yesterday, she knows nothing of my connection to Native people's or the fact that i have both Bear and Wolf in my spiritual framework. I knew i knew that little girl as soon as i saw her, now i know why !

WickerWolf Invocation

8/20/2019

Wicker Wolf Invocation

Y.Zsigo performing Wolf Invocation at Wicker Wolf Ceremony Castlefest 2019

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The Green Man

8/1/2019

The Green Man

Pans Alchemical Garden

6/27/2019

Pans Alchemical Garden

I awoke to Pan whispering in my ear ' Wake up and follow me !', ' Shit leave me alone im sleeping ' i replied. 'No get up' he said insistently ..
I dragged myself up out of bed at 6 am this morning hearing Him talking to me.'Follow me follow me' he kept on saying......
I've been through a lot lately processing lots of personal issues in my life and have been a total Hermit, doing lotsa meditations etc working through my stuffl. A vast aspect of my prayers has been to Pan and the Goddess and something most of you will have seen that i call Pans Garden..
I'd lost my center a while ago and have been desperately trying to grasp it back and reignite my magikal passion.
I have been going through moments of extreme doubt and confusion and have waited patiently for signs to move forward again and come out of my reclusive state..
This morning when Pan came he kept proclaiming' We Love you, we love you Yanu, just follow me'.
After a while i went into complete trance with his whispering in my ear and somehow managed to get dressed and showered and headed out with Pan astrally prancing in front of me...
Every now and then he would yell ' We love you, don't worry, forgive yourself, Shes is coming, shes is cominggggg..'
To cut a long story short after about a 20 minute bike ride through Valencia where i now live i found myself at a doorway as seen in the pics below... ' Inside, inside' Pan kept yelping.
I opened the doors slowly , now coming out of the deep trance.
There in front of me was a magnificent entrance that led to a statue of a man and woman in embrace, then my heart stopped. The women was pointing to something at first i could not see, then as i saw it, i literally fell to me knees weeping.. Her delicate white hand pointed to the head of a Goat, to Pan himself.

The significance of this for me at this stage of my process is more than i can explain here but needless to say i felt loved beyond compare, as Pan astrally danced around me laughing.
'See' he said 'We loveeeee youuuuu, heres your garden!'
The shock of this left me trembling, not only did this moment instantly lift me up and out of my melancholy but bought me to the realization that Pan Himself had literally bought me here, to His Garden something i have been in search of for many years now.
The rest of the morning i wandered around the magnificent alchemical gardens, so many symbolic references were there, more than i can describe that have meaning for my life and its purpose.I was entranced all afternoon wandering from one power spot to another including Flora the Goddess of Flowers, the MagikalChild riding the back of Pan, Mercury, Dionysious and many many more.
Not only have i now returned to my power and center but i have literally found it externally out in the world here in this glorious Alchemical Garden.

PAN BE PRAISED !

p.s. Just to make clear i have never before been to this Garden , nor had i any knowledge of its existence, it was truly a miracle that Pan guided me there x bless x

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Black Ocean

4/22/2019

BLACK OCEAN

'I am no longer concerned with consciousness for it is already aware of itself.
What fascinates me more is the unconscious and its perpetual undulating revelations !

OSCULUM INFAME

3/19/2019

The Tears of Pan

3/5/2019

THE TEARS OF PAN

Trickle drop, trickle drop, trick all drop
Like fishes from rivers that flipety flop

Hickeldy pickledy pickle de plop
Like splashes of water upon the rooftop

When will they when will they when will they stop
Like hands from the frozen grandfather clock

Wiggledy pigaldy wiiggeldy ploc
The faerys are screaming the worms are in shock

Hex away hex away hex away hop
The wizard is wandering oh where is his flock

Boggledy woggledy boggledly wop
Where is the gremlin that’s hidden my sock

This away that a way this away knock
The door will not open the poison hemlock

Shackety wackerty shackety wok
The chickens are squawking the cry of the cock

Pita pan pata pan pita pan poc
He cannot stop weeping the garden gates locked !

Painting 'PAN WITH TEARS' by Linda Lundell
Poetry:Y.Zsigo

Alessandro Cortini - Scappa

3/3/2019

Pan's Garden

2/28/2019