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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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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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JUDAS BLADE

10/15/2022

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JUDAS BLADE

Christ arose through the floor, his head bleeding profusely
from the tiled fragments tearing through his skin.

He took the loaf of bread that floated before him and broke
off a large chunk, slowly dipping it in the red crimson.

Placing it firmly upon my tongue he said
'This is my body , this is my blood, eat of me'

The sound of hyenas yelping from an invisible memory
​that i imagined lay below me.

​I whispered

'You are the blooded king. lord of the world, maker of man and miracles.'

He whimpered, trembling, pleading to me,

'Give me your children, place them in front of me i am their saviour i am their salvation'

Swiftly i pulled the Judas blade from its black leather holster and screamed
' Never '

I stabbed sharply pinning his praying hands together,
Pulled on the golden threads of Ariadne and bound them tight.

His tearing eyes pleaded with me just like in the garden of Gethsemane.

'Without us there is no crucifixion, without us there is no continuation from
Gabriel s lying lips.'

'No crusades, no burning's or cremations of the Midnight's Ancestry
Without us there are no more emanations.'

​Stretching his skin upon the mantle i tore at this abomination.
The great deceiver disguised as our Saviour now welcomed to this pagan alter.

Flowers materialized suspended in the air slowly undulating dripping holy water

The wise ones descended from heaven robed in knowledge and wisdom.
Their song so sublime as to tame gladiatorial lions

The faceless ones born from eternity here to take their place amongst legends
'We are the council of fire, the winged emissaries of Arden, here to shake the four quarters.'

As they spoke all in one voice together the shattered floor opened wider
and below us hung a dark menacing ocean

One last kiss, one final promise one last confession

The world is over we have conquered the last sin

The final thrust, the last kill, the final surrender
Touched by this the Judas blade

​Now to have its glorious day, as the wheel breaks
and together we die as each other.
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​Wordz Y.Zsigo
Art Christopher Williams
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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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CALLIOPE

12/5/2021

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The Banished Language
CALLIOPE

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The Lover

10/22/2019

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Imagine God / Goddess as the Other, the Objective, as the opposite sex and you, as yourself the subjective.
That the search for Union with the Divine is no different than your search for communion with your Lover, your Beloved.
Now consider your awareness as YOU and everything your experiencing right now, no matter what it is through your awareness, what appears as external as the Divine Lover / The God / Goddess.
The witness and the witnessed... Got it ?

Ok !

Now read this short poem whilst listening to the music here on youtube by Dhaffer Youseff, Read it over like a poetic prayer until ..... !

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_vpQ4EBs8yA

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The Lover

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As i awake so you await me
Today friend or enemy
We love so we hate
You make me
We are together
In violent rapture
Torn from each other
Stitched back together
Seeking constantly
The Lover

There’s no escape
From love’s torture
Only the persistent flower
The one that never withers
But blossoms in winter
Petals gentle that flicker
Once plucked are poison
With possessions passions
Becomes heartache
And longing for
The Lover

But i am here with you
Holding your heart
The hermits lantern
Shining in the dark
Allow me to embrace you
To steal from you
All that would tempt you
To believe you are alone
You are not
For i am with you

You are not
For i am with you

You are not
For i am with you

I love you
The Lover

I love you
My Lover

I love you
Be Loved

I love you
Be Love

I Love

Love

Love

Love

Lov.

Lo..

 L ...

.....

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San Lazaro

10/21/2019

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San Lazaro

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By my hands alone
Have i raised you
Yet you forsake me

Poisonous vapor
Poured from your cavernous lips
Clenched on crippled lies

Whore of the night
Your now limp carcass
Perfumed in sugary scents

Devoured by the long tongued snake
Poisoned by its venom
Bound alone forgotten

I who am the sunsets son
Fraught with bruised pestilence
I shall now lay with you

Only to find you unworthy
Of my bright kingdom
Beyond life’s sordid sufferings

My trembling hand now open
Forsakes you to the omens
To the land of hobbling men

No longer knowing
No longer seeing
Just squirming, squeaking, jerking and yelping

I fear not your curses
I am the diseased breath that speaks them
The whisperer that deafens ears

As the vultures circle i return to my kingdom
Lord of the earth
Crowned purple and golden



 'A prayer to some, a curse to the one that speaks them !’


Poem by Y. Zsigo
Image by Pep Bonet





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The Devouring Mother

10/4/2019

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The Devouring Mother

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She has fallen into fire
Now hungrier than ever
Seduced by death’s power

The starving lustful lips
With the swing of her plump hips
From black chalice sips

Nothing is held sacred
The white flesh that lies naked
Her beauty old and faded

A promise once to keep
Blood spilled now at her feet
The scythe cuts the wheat

The words that have been spoken
The gates are ever open
The hearts strings that are broken

Beware the black pilgrim
That swollows her children
And devours her own sin

Who wretches on the hate
That now meets her own fate
Her son’s that lay castrate

Her bloodlust now enraged
Bound and cursed and caged
The war that has been waged

So now to steal her wealth
The books lye on her shelf
For she has hexed herself

And now to eat her own
The good fortune that has flown
All bloated and alone

Then last comes her Mistress
Demanding the last kiss
Returned to the Abyss

So be careful now my babies
Lest you too catch her scabies
From mothers mouths with rabies

When finished with the night
We now turn to the light
And leave them to their plight

So come home to the sun
Where all now comes undone
A New Day has begun....


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Art; Alessandro Sicioldr
Wordz; Yanu Zsigo

‘A prophetic poem for misplayed magick’

​'Everytime read is recast !'

Click on link Idiot Compassion and the Devouring Mother
https://medium.com/@andrewpgsweeny/idiot-compassion-and-the-devouring-mother-3dbe2b1dc688

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The Tears of Pan

3/5/2019

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

2/23/2018

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Dying Swans

8/30/2017

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Dying swans

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They are gasping for air retching their last breath
They had gathered to be with us to bring wisdom
Yet you took their beautiful necks and strangled them
Looked into their loving eyes and poisoned them
With twisting hands you stole the golden promise
Choked life from their broken hearts and beaten bodies

I thought you were different not one of them not like all the others
But you became far worse than the innocence killers
More murderous than the greedy simpletons of yesterday
You dressed as a queen in a gown of white feathers
Spoke tongues of angels and whispered togetherness
Forever was the promise you spoke so delicately

They had gathered around us under the willow weeping
Two young girls smiled sweetly as you held me
A naked boy stood as silent as a statue before us
Naivete perfumed the floral setting of our dreams
We were beyond space entwined within time
Together finally like two birds flying into eternity

Your beautiful hand reached out to beckon them closer
As the feathered flock encircled us like priests and priestess
You smiled and they came nearer their fear falling behind them
Come closer come into me i will never hurt you i promise
They believed you in that moment they trusted us
Then you took their necks and shook them violently

One by one they lay jerking and shaking before me
Their divine bodies in spasms like snakes burning
The young cygnets dark eyes pleading with me
Why did you do this why would she lie to us
I turned to you in disbelief but you had disappeared
And all that was left was green grass soaked in black tears
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​Wordz by ‘ Y ‘ MagickalChild

A ‘MagickalChild’ is birthed whenever ‘The Other’ is communed with through the combined
​soul of creativity and intention.
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The Center of Everything

8/13/2017

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The Center of Everything

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In the self is a door
Through the door is a dream

Within the dream is a river
Upon the river sits a boat

On the boat rides a ghost
This ghost is the dreamer

The dreamer breathes pleasure
The pleasure draws its breath

The breath sucks and shivers
The shivers show the way

The way is even deeper
Deeper than any measure

The measure is timeless
Timelessness whispers

The whisperer tells us
The teller unknowing

The unknowingness knows us
The knowing moves forward

Forward into the chasm
The chasm that swallows

Swallows the serpent
The serpent unwinds us

​The unwinding chaos
The chaos shatters everything

Everything we hold true
The truth of the liar

The liars bitter laughter
That laughs at disaster

The disastrous master
The master of tensions

The tension that binds us
Binds us to the past

The past of our ancestors
The ancestors within the earth

The earth is the cauldron
The cauldron of transformation

That transforms the raven
The raven of knowledge

The knowledge of forgetfulness
The forgetfulness of wisdom

The wisdom of giving
The giving that saves us

Saves our souls as we crumble
The soul’s weight now lightened

To the light of the spirts
The spirits that dance

The dance of creation
 Creating the gateway

The gates to the garden
The garden of splendour

The splendour that opens
The opening within us

​To the tree that trembles
Its trembling shimmer

That shimmers at its centre
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THE CENTER OF EVERYTHING!
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That shimmers at its centre

​Its trembling shimmer
To the tree that trembles​

The opening within us
The splendour that opens

The garden of splendour
The gates to the garden

Creating the gateway
The dance of creation

The spirits that dance
To the light of the spirits

The souls weight now lightened
Save's our souls as we crumble

The giving that saves us
The wisdom of giving

The forgetfullness of wisdom
The knowledge of forgetfulness

The raven of knowledge
That transforms the raven

The cauldron of transformation
The earth is the cauldron

The ancestors within the earth
The past of our ancestors

Binds us to the past
The tension that binds us

The master of tensions
The disastrous master

That laughs at disaster
The liars bitter laughter

The truth of the liar
Everything we hold true

The chaos that shatters everything
The unwinding chaos

The serpent unwinds us
Swallows the serpent

The chasm that swallows
Forward into the chasm

The knowing moves forward
The unknowingness knows us

The teller unknowing
The whisperer tells us

Timelessness whispers
The measure is timeless

Deeper than any measure
The way even deeper

The shivers show the way
The breath sucks and shivers

The pleasure draws its breath
The dreamer breathes pleasure

The ghost is the dreamer
On the boat rides a ghost

Upon a river sits a boat
Within the dream is a river

Through the door is a dream
In the self is a door
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Fallen Angel

5/26/2017

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Fallen Angel

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We came from heaven, falling from the sky
Like angels tumbling through the night
The seraphim’s scream their wrenching cry
Forgetfulness now claiming its delight
 
Oh how we wandered shaken and forlorn
Our senses shattered from what was done
The golden mantle now tattered and torn
Our withered wings singed from the sun
 
And how we yearned to sing the songs
That sung the celestial realms awake
Yet silence gripped our tethered tongues
Like dying swans on poisoned lakes
 
What of prayer and gods covenant to man
When so much suffering upon the earth
Our arms spread wide to touch the land
Our hearts entwined to her rebirth
 
This pain was caused by us after the fall
The gaping wound not well disguised
As we wait for harp songs budding dawn
The woe within her darkened eyes
 
And now we know the plight of every man
Of how it feels when praying to the wind
It’s only God that knows and understands
How angels cry for every hand that’s sinned
 
For every breath of life and love we take
An angel watches dreaming of the day
When we would raise our eyes and hearts again
And kneel on bended knee to pray
 
We would never want to see your likes again
So far fallen from the firmament
Your tears of love that washed our guilt away
Returned at last to those that were heaven sent
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​Fallen Angel: Jolinde Nijland
​Photographer: Carlos diaz
​Poet: Y.Zsigo

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​'The series of images and poetry entitled 'MagickalChild' is an exploration into revealing the essence of the people involved through imagery / art / poetry, creating an invocation through Magickal intention to birth an aspect of themselves into the world'

​Click on 'MagickalChild' link on blog to see more
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