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SOUL OF SATYR

11/25/2023

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​SOUL OF SATYR

I would come blushing, shy at the sight
To all those that witnessed the morning.

Was there by the old stone, the dawning twilight
The pipes played to herald his calling.

I'd wandered through barley and fields made of honey
My feet slow from thorns in the hedgerow.

Id tangled my words to a sound so absurd
Trod a path only harlots and fools know.

Then, out from the green, a sight so obscene 
As to dazzle my mind with its thrust.

With a phallus so huge, so extraordinary rude
 Dressed in daisies and dew drops of lust.

Such a sight to behold , so incredibly bold
In panic, I feel from my perch.

And dropped to the ground with my head ringing loud
Regaining my gaze with a lurch.

Such an awkward young man, before the Great God Pan
All tangled and twisted of fate

Full of shame and illusions, riddles, confusions
Lost in muddles of puddles, irrate.

I screamed at his presence, despising his essence
This is your fault, for you are to blame.

For all of my blunders and love torn asunder
You tricked us all with your masterful games.

'Whom me' he said smiling, so sly and beguiling
His laughter like hail stones and tears.

'I simply was summoned, from beyond the old mound
I've been waiting for hundreds of years.'

'What do you mean' i screamed louder, all puff and all powder
It was magic and wonder id claimed.

Not torture, nightmares, deceit, and affairs
That made me and my love both insane.

It was wonder and wit, the flame that was lit
When we fastened our hands by this rock

We swore to be true, as we sipped morning dew
Not this poison of mighty hemlock

Now all stands in tatters, broken and battered
Like lightning, it's struck with a flame.

What had we done to hurt you, twist you, disturb you
Did we ever say your name in vain?

'Of course not,' he shouted with lips wide and pouted.
'It was you who claimed magic and love.'

'So I put you to the test, to see who's the best
If the crow could lay down with the dove.'

For isn't love bitter as tea made from mud
The sky blue, the earth mottled brown.

And isn't it true, if only you knew
That the moon shines as night gathers round

And what of the moth and you with your cough
Both purging the sickness within.

Of plagues on this earth, a new child's birth
Defeated, for someone must win.

And you, with your coins, the fruit of your loins
While others alone, left and starving.

In your new pair of shoes, you danced with the muse
And the beggar you blessed just a farthing.

The pain and the pleasure they both live together
In the house called the dream of your life

And isn't it better to love, then to hate her
yet still be called husband and wife.

All the secrets you've hidden and all your good riddance
Like a seed that will one day take over.

The holly and ivy that bound you together
With the luck of this four-leaf clover.

So this riddle and rhyme we play throughout time
Is not split like a pea from a pod.

There is not only heaven but hell on this earth
 A devil whom some say a god.

For i am the ALL. the Master and Fool
I'm the lie and the truth that's within.

The madman and wizard, the blessing and blizzard
The scapegoat and pauperus king.

Who abides in the gutter amongst all the clutter
As the whores drown, with their bottles of gin

And try as they might to drown out the night
And disguise with a mask what's within.

I'm the fly on the wall that stands ten feet tall
And laughs at the games that you play.

When you claim to be light but are owned by the night,
Can't you see that it's all just the same?

So don't blame me for your choices, the incessant voices
That heckle you trapped in this cage.

It was you that fell over the white cliffs of Dover
And broke all the blessings i gave.

'But fear not', he said laughing. 'Here's some clothes to look daft in'.
'For everything is but a game.'

'You cannot castrate me, i care not if you hate me
As I tickle the hand, you call fate.'

'So lay down beside me, forget all your worries
and remember that we are the same.'

'Both love and lover, sister and brother
Both sides of a coin with no name.'

No sooner he'd spoken, the spell had been broken
As I lay at the foot of the rock.

Had I been but dreaming this mysterious weaving
Still alarmed from the size of his cock.

I too laughed and giggled, fidgeted, and wiggled
At how profane and yet holy he is.

Soul of Satyr i am, all father, all Pan
Lost and found in a life that is His.

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The Garden

5/2/2023

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THE GARDEN

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I went to Pans Garden to the ancient olive tree to make offerings on Beltaine, i cast pentagrams in the dirt, in each direction as the small white flowers fell from the tree blessing me. I gave prayers of thanks and petitions of healing for those that had petitioned me to do so. Effortlessly i passed through the Realms into Fay and communed with Fair Folk.

As if to pull me out of my magical spell a young boy ran shouting out of nowhere and started to stamp and kick the pentacles cast in the dirt, screaming and shouting at them as if they were his mortal enemy. Immediately, who i assumed to be his sister, came running out of nowhere and too screamed at him and told him to stop, she physically dragged him forcefully away from my magical circle. By this time their father had arrived who grabbed the boy and swiftly walked off with him without saying a word.

Left in now total silence and calm once again the young girl turned and held my gaze and together we went into communion. Then without saying a word she began to recarve the pentagrams back into the dirt until the circle of stars had been restored and then without a word, she again held my gaze and then ran off skipping and laughing.

​I stayed with the ancient tree for a while longer contemplating what had just happened, then swinging my bag over my shoulder walked back around the garden to the exit. However at the far corner of my winding path i heard someone whimpering and crying, like a wounded animal. To my great surprise it was the small boy who had previously kicked so violently at the cast pentagrams but this time he was weak frightened and scared. I walked calmly over to him , kneeling down to his height i offered out my hand in friendship. in a moment he ran crying into my arms saying madre, meaning he had lost his mother. I held him tight until he finally calmed, then hand in hand we walked both talking in a language alien to us but somehow understanding each other. Finally at the other end of the garden we found his parents and he ran now laughing into his mothers arms.

​There are so many symbolic mythological references to this magical story but ill leave you to decipher them, needless to say the White Goddess smiles and order has been returned to The Garden.
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DREAMS OF BUTTERFLIES

3/17/2023

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THE GIRL
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 SPELLCASTING
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INVOCATION
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METAMORPHOSIS
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TRANSFORMATION
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THE BUTTERFLY QUEEN
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DREAMS OF BUTTERFLIES
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From Shamagikas  Magikalchild Series

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

12/28/2022

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POLYMNIA

12/27/2022

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POLYMNIA
From
The Muse & White Goddess Series

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Pans Garden / The Great Beast

12/27/2022

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 Pans Garden / The Great Beast 

​' It was the strangest thing, I've never really recovered from it, i still cant think straight. Somethings changed, i cant return, im not the same as i was before. Its like the gap between my eyes cracked open and now i can see all thats hidden and seething beyond this realm.
Its like perpetual orgasm, like the earth is lusting itself into existence, with fertile virility and violent exuberance. Like a great beast had torn me with tooth and claw through blood and bone, for me only to realize i am both hunter and hunted, pursuer and prey, in love with the thrill of the chase, the quest of the great conqueror
I can never come back now, ive seen beyond these thinly veiled borders and i can never unsee the beauteous gaze of this the Great Beast '
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SPELLCASTER

10/28/2022

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Spellcaster
from the
Magikalchild / Witch Series

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PANS GARDEN

10/15/2022

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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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Pans Garden

12/26/2020

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Pans Garden

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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 Green Man

8/1/2019

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The Green Man

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Pans Alchemical Garden

6/27/2019

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Pans Alchemical Garden

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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.
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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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    Y. Zsigo

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