The Invocation
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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 EvidenciaThe 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 !  Wicker Wolf Invocation  Y.Zsigo performing Wolf Invocation at Wicker Wolf Ceremony Castlefest 2019
Photos by https://spiegelwelten.com/ 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. |
