Spellcaster
from the
Magikalchild / Witch Series
Initiation into Pans GardenClick to EnlargeThe Otherside of TwilightI 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  The Girl who Dreamed of Faeries  She awaits their coming ....  Sad that they were only in her dreams  One last whimsical offering  And then the magikal gates appears  Caressing her with butterfly blessings  She knew they were real and not just for the dreaming  New power now pulses through her being  As the Queen of Fay steps forth from her garden  Is she awake or is she still dreaming Images & Poetry Y.Zsigo Model Nadia Luna Francesca Tofani. 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. |
