A sacred Celtic Trinity Knot
evoked to manifestation,
like a triad of sentient Moebius rings
weaving in interrelation,
becomes my heart's own Brigantine
...my own holographic foundation...
by sails, keel, and me at the helm -
we become a deep Convocation.
Imagine a Celtic Trinity Knot
as moving, spinning, weaving,
intra- and inter-dimensionally wrought -
a phenomenon past all believing;
not limited by Time or quantum Space,
in a deepening, quickening translation,
this Triad embrace of a mystical Grace
alchemizes a new-born Creation.
With three deep friends in a safe place, i did some deep energywork to help the Earthmother, at a level i haven't achieved before (probably bc of the energy added from friends...and CEREMONIAL PERICHORESIS: me in middle, surrounded by - triangulated within - three friends casting rings... creating like a gyroscope producing an energetic Sphere around me, creating an area of intense safe Mystery space to do the work), and i am still, well, not drunk or stoned by the intensity, but like that.. so much i didn't recognize that i wasn't quite 'on', afterwards and probably should have had a designated driver... it all went well, it seems, but i probably won't know for sure for a couple of days... spiritual mystic psychic exhaustion overload. wow... but i do believe i have helped the Earthmother and that was all that mattered. def time for bed, maybe for a couple of days... being mystic is not for the faint of heart... and i know and trust that the Mystery will not allow me to go too far past my safety zones... Lord and Lady, that was powerful! drew Rainbow Woman around the Circle, with Buddie at the Eastern Gate... called Grandmother... remembered talking in the Ancient Tongue... drawing the Earthmother back, as if folding in long skeins of gossamer light Veils attached to Her... and then feeling as if i were the anchor for Her, to help Her re-integrate... feeling Her draw into me... i don't know if She went through and down into the Earth itself... i will know better in a couple of days... remember the Light Prayer with my hands and drawing the palm symbols with white spiritual Light and then closing them and opening and then a flock of white doves flew out... 5-15-2016
i drew you back into balance, last night, as you asked,
in my humble, magic, mystic, peculiar way:
your breath, my breath...
your pulse, my pulse...
i stood as your anchor
within the triple spinning rings of gold, silver, dark copper -
a Sacred gyroscope of the Mystery's own perichoresis...
i stood as your anchor,
and inhaled you back into myself, into yourself...
tasted your mossy green, your salty ocean tears,
felt your evening misty breeze on my skin;
i drew you back from the luminous darkness,
where you had run from the strip-mining,
tree-clearing, toxic chemicals, and fracking...
into the rays of sunrise, and meadowlark song,
into the moist soil, deep into the roots of ancient trees,
into the core of your heart, the essence of light and life -
your life, my life, all the sacred life of you in me in All,
and covered you with the gossamer veils you held so dear
that allowed me to draw you back to this, our Island Home -
rest well...we have work to do.