THE HERMIT RAISES THE LAMP
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THE HERMIT RAISES THE LAMP
When I was a teenager a long time sister of mine and I really related to the Simon & Garfunkle song "I am a Rock". It was a song that spoke to the awkwardness of traveling rapidly down the road to adulthood with the spirit of a child. It would be so much safer to look out the window with a good book in hand and not ever to have to leave that room.
Time passes and I don't think that right now either of us would be totally happy alone in our rooms with only our books and observations. It would be great to be able to spend more time than is available right now in those private rooms, but, then the need to touch the world would rise to be satisfied.
When the road to adulthood has been navigated, the shadows become less threatening and the wisdom to touch them increases. Magick can be stirred.
I think of this as I wait for the blood to flow. The tugging in my pelvis is getting more urgent. There is a disolving that must begin. A flood that washes the beach clean and scatters little treasures for the clever to find.
Rainman is a rock and an island. Frozen somewhere in time. Unable or unwilling to transit from the showdows to the world and find a balance between the two. He could be a rock that I break myself against. He could be a rock that shatters when exposed to my fire for too long.
One of the white rocks that are so much a part of the mountain was near a scrap fire last spring. It may have been in the fire for a while. The rock cracked open and inside it was a beautiful rose pink. The three pieces the white rock broke into are in the front garden.
Intensity is needed to get to the core. Sometimes what is inside is a pleasure. Sometimes the core looks the same as the exterior.
If there is no chance of the elements comming in contact with a being how can change be facilitated?
A chant to be sung on an ascending spiral....
Earth my body
Water my blood
Air my breath and
Fire my spirit
************************************************************ Sweet dreams.
written at 8:29 p.m.
2002-02-11
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