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The Star Gates of the Dream-time. Adaya Marcel.
The Star Gates of the Dream-Time.
Adaya Marcel.
I have passed. I felt a POP in my solar plexus, and a gigantic whoosh of air; exactly like my memories as a child when we were on another road trip to another fictitious promised land. I loved hanging my head out the window and being flattered and caressed by the air rushing by; a trillion bitty particles crowding against my outer shell.
When you get hit by the positive pressure of a semi-truck rushing towards you at 70 miles an hour, air being pushed by a fully loaded 18 wheeler carrying 80,000 pounds of insistence, plus the force of our 58 Ford with mother never driving under 75 coming from the opposite direction, the force and turbulence takes your breath away; like a category 5 hurricane on wheels. Maybe a semi is what sent me over to this side of non-reality. There is nothing semi about this place I find myself in after the POP, this is solid, dense black beyond measure.
That is where I am now...no breath...no positive pressure coming from me at all, nothing to grasp onto or to displace by my presence, no air..no room for air. I stand dumbfounded; at least I think I am standing. I cannot even see as I think I left my eyeballs on the other side. What a place to be trapped. But wait, this is not a trap, since I have no body, nothing can hold me here. As soon as I think this, I start to see a doorway. Only the outline is visible, and inside is the darkest void I could ever imagine.
It startles me to realize that a female shape has begun to materialize beside the doorway. The hair on my non-body stands at attention as I realize that only part of Her is a human form. I see that She has the head of a dragonfly, and the four flickering iridescent wings tell me She can be on me in a nano-second. She is a formidable hunter and She warns me that I have no chance of escape. “SAY MY NAME OR YOU WILL PERISH! I will eat every part of you that remains! Say my name or be forever extinguished!”
I am trembling, quaking and I sense beads of frozen sweat coalescing my nothingness. She has grown to the size of a ancient Redwood tree and I a carpenter ant to Her. I am merely a snack, just one measly tostito. She starts to glow, pulsating green, and as She brightens Her light strikes the surrounding space and I see that we are in a gigantic temple covered with hieroglyphs; floor, ceiling, columns, even the air is filled with intelligence. This is much older than what we call history, these words are from the beginning of all time. Maybe these carved words created time.
......SAY MY NAME!” I am snapped back to present timelessness and the fearsomeness of her. “Dragonfly Woman,You dominate and predominate the ethereal realms of existence!”..I scream back at Her. “You are the Ankh of forgiveness that bleeds rivers of abuse out of existence. Out of me floods the carmine past, surrender fills the holes. Let me accept your fearlessness with a trusting heart and I will consciously set my victim-ness free. May I pass?” She steps aside but I have to go past Her so close that I purposefully brush against Her wings and collect some of Her stardust to show to myself that at least I have a spirit body that assimililates light. I enter the darkness of the next room illuminated by her gossamer.
At the center of the room stands a black hole shaped like a miscreation, an interbreeding of Heckel, Jeckel and Jackel, but can devour like a cannibal of restless, careless inscrutability. She menacingly smiles a toothy grin. She will eat my soul before She allows me to go through the next door, I know this the second I see Her obsidian eyes and Her canine snarl. She is resplendent in Her moonless midnight embodiment, but Her fangs and claws do not fool me. I stand frozen, trying desperately to see a way past Her. She smells like lotus oil and carrion; sanctified sacrifice permeates Her like smoke from the moldering fires of some flesh-eating buffet table for the diabolical netherworld; I recoil from the reeking destruction on Her breath.
She quickly glides towards me as if a feather on the wind, but as She approaches, She starts to break up into a billion particles while completely encircling me; above me, behind me, beneath me. I cannot move, I cannot speak, I am in a terror so deep that whatever is beating in my chest will explode presently and I will cease to exist. These particles of Her become Ravens, all snapping their beaks as they start to peck away at my essence, tearing away at my spirit trying to get inside of me. They are all cawing, “Say My Name!”
....“Lady who Transforms the night, You are Bewilderness, built in the city of powerlessness and you have had your astonished trees ripped out by their roots. Your Ravens now roost in ghost trees and Anubis carries your sacrificial alter on his grateful shoulders. Lady, Your name is Freedom. Mistress, your name is Serenity and Resurrection. Mother, you plant clean seeds in the bittersweet soil of anguish, and You are the Harvester of misery’s bounty. May I pass?”
I walk through her murder of predators who have turned into puffs of black null and am in a forest. I am the forest. An eagle flies through me; lands on my heart and I become the Eagle. Eagle Woman am I. Angelic winged lover who soars above all the guilt and transgressions of being. Intimate incarnate, who blesses the lesson; I am the forest, I am the trees, I am the eagle, I am the insects and the flora. I am Passed, I am there and I am here; I am Everything and I have nothing to fear.
Adaya Marcel.
I have passed. I felt a POP in my solar plexus, and a gigantic whoosh of air; exactly like my memories as a child when we were on another road trip to another fictitious promised land. I loved hanging my head out the window and being flattered and caressed by the air rushing by; a trillion bitty particles crowding against my outer shell.
When you get hit by the positive pressure of a semi-truck rushing towards you at 70 miles an hour, air being pushed by a fully loaded 18 wheeler carrying 80,000 pounds of insistence, plus the force of our 58 Ford with mother never driving under 75 coming from the opposite direction, the force and turbulence takes your breath away; like a category 5 hurricane on wheels. Maybe a semi is what sent me over to this side of non-reality. There is nothing semi about this place I find myself in after the POP, this is solid, dense black beyond measure.
That is where I am now...no breath...no positive pressure coming from me at all, nothing to grasp onto or to displace by my presence, no air..no room for air. I stand dumbfounded; at least I think I am standing. I cannot even see as I think I left my eyeballs on the other side. What a place to be trapped. But wait, this is not a trap, since I have no body, nothing can hold me here. As soon as I think this, I start to see a doorway. Only the outline is visible, and inside is the darkest void I could ever imagine.
It startles me to realize that a female shape has begun to materialize beside the doorway. The hair on my non-body stands at attention as I realize that only part of Her is a human form. I see that She has the head of a dragonfly, and the four flickering iridescent wings tell me She can be on me in a nano-second. She is a formidable hunter and She warns me that I have no chance of escape. “SAY MY NAME OR YOU WILL PERISH! I will eat every part of you that remains! Say my name or be forever extinguished!”
I am trembling, quaking and I sense beads of frozen sweat coalescing my nothingness. She has grown to the size of a ancient Redwood tree and I a carpenter ant to Her. I am merely a snack, just one measly tostito. She starts to glow, pulsating green, and as She brightens Her light strikes the surrounding space and I see that we are in a gigantic temple covered with hieroglyphs; floor, ceiling, columns, even the air is filled with intelligence. This is much older than what we call history, these words are from the beginning of all time. Maybe these carved words created time.
......SAY MY NAME!” I am snapped back to present timelessness and the fearsomeness of her. “Dragonfly Woman,You dominate and predominate the ethereal realms of existence!”..I scream back at Her. “You are the Ankh of forgiveness that bleeds rivers of abuse out of existence. Out of me floods the carmine past, surrender fills the holes. Let me accept your fearlessness with a trusting heart and I will consciously set my victim-ness free. May I pass?” She steps aside but I have to go past Her so close that I purposefully brush against Her wings and collect some of Her stardust to show to myself that at least I have a spirit body that assimililates light. I enter the darkness of the next room illuminated by her gossamer.
At the center of the room stands a black hole shaped like a miscreation, an interbreeding of Heckel, Jeckel and Jackel, but can devour like a cannibal of restless, careless inscrutability. She menacingly smiles a toothy grin. She will eat my soul before She allows me to go through the next door, I know this the second I see Her obsidian eyes and Her canine snarl. She is resplendent in Her moonless midnight embodiment, but Her fangs and claws do not fool me. I stand frozen, trying desperately to see a way past Her. She smells like lotus oil and carrion; sanctified sacrifice permeates Her like smoke from the moldering fires of some flesh-eating buffet table for the diabolical netherworld; I recoil from the reeking destruction on Her breath.
She quickly glides towards me as if a feather on the wind, but as She approaches, She starts to break up into a billion particles while completely encircling me; above me, behind me, beneath me. I cannot move, I cannot speak, I am in a terror so deep that whatever is beating in my chest will explode presently and I will cease to exist. These particles of Her become Ravens, all snapping their beaks as they start to peck away at my essence, tearing away at my spirit trying to get inside of me. They are all cawing, “Say My Name!”
....“Lady who Transforms the night, You are Bewilderness, built in the city of powerlessness and you have had your astonished trees ripped out by their roots. Your Ravens now roost in ghost trees and Anubis carries your sacrificial alter on his grateful shoulders. Lady, Your name is Freedom. Mistress, your name is Serenity and Resurrection. Mother, you plant clean seeds in the bittersweet soil of anguish, and You are the Harvester of misery’s bounty. May I pass?”
I walk through her murder of predators who have turned into puffs of black null and am in a forest. I am the forest. An eagle flies through me; lands on my heart and I become the Eagle. Eagle Woman am I. Angelic winged lover who soars above all the guilt and transgressions of being. Intimate incarnate, who blesses the lesson; I am the forest, I am the trees, I am the eagle, I am the insects and the flora. I am Passed, I am there and I am here; I am Everything and I have nothing to fear.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
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