Category: Paganism

Ode to Herne written & read by Yanu Zsigo

1/13/2023

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Hymn to Pan by John Keats (1795–1821} read by Yanu Zsigo

12/28/2022

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Spellcaster
from the
Magikalchild / Witch Series

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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

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 we 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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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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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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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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Witchfinder General

6/5/2020

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Witchfinder General

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The Invocation

4/6/2020

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The Invocation
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The Devil and the Drunkard

11/21/2019

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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

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Evidencia

10/15/2019

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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 !