Psychonautic Jaunt
I see something. Not with my eyes.
I have been accompanied today by an old companion. When I look away I can see him sitting there, next to me. He waits with the most brilliant patience at my right side. We are surrounded in green. This green is love, it is magic. He does not move, or rather, I don't see him move. He is of the gargoyle, the ones that move in shadows and stealth. He is of the cat, the solitary hunters.
He has been with me, faithfully, by my side for what feels to be Aeons. Through perception and communion I can understand him. He remembers the past and so now do I. Through our love and magic we must remember. Don't Die Unrevealed.
Ashkimasen,
love upon your shrine.
The blood is the life
Magic upon our altar
in ages of passed time.
There has been one veiled memory blowing wistfully in a cold winter breeze. Since he arrived in this life I have acknowledged it on an unconscious level, only glancing at it briefly with my own eyes. Something happened back then and through this post I hope to give it air.
(breathe)
What I see is death. My death more specifically. I am standing in a lightly wooded area, evergreens on the horizon. Fresh fallen snow covers the plain. I am clothed in dark robes and I am crying, tears running down my red cheeks flushed by the cold. I am running away from something. I am fleeing some disaster that looks like the ten of wands in tarot.I have the ashkimasen clutched in my right hand. After a bit, I regain my composer enough to give the ashkimasen my last instructions. I tell him to go into eternity, find me again, and help me remember; don't die unrevealed, then I throw him into the air and he disappears into the snow. After that there is only death.
I can't see the details of it. I don't know exactly what happened but I see the ten of wands, which shows oppression and cruel overbearing force. I don't know what exactly was said to the ashkimasen shrine or what it looked like, but I know the general meaning of the instructions. Lol, the instructions I gave to myself. I often find myself talking to myself, but this is odd. I also know that he made it here with the message in tow. He showed up here in strange circumstances. When I was sixteen he was given to me by a girl who said a friend had given it to her and told her that she was supposed to give it to someone else. She knew it was me when she saw me and so she passed him to me. Into eternity and out of chaos.
The shrine is not only a reminder of who I am but also what can be accomplished. Like the north star shining brightly in the night sky showing the observer where they are and the majesty of what can be.
Bleh, I'm exhausted. There it is now. Out in the air.
Dont Die Unrevealed
(this is a past life)
I have been accompanied today by an old companion. When I look away I can see him sitting there, next to me. He waits with the most brilliant patience at my right side. We are surrounded in green. This green is love, it is magic. He does not move, or rather, I don't see him move. He is of the gargoyle, the ones that move in shadows and stealth. He is of the cat, the solitary hunters.
He has been with me, faithfully, by my side for what feels to be Aeons. Through perception and communion I can understand him. He remembers the past and so now do I. Through our love and magic we must remember. Don't Die Unrevealed.
Ashkimasen,
love upon your shrine.
The blood is the life
Magic upon our altar
in ages of passed time.
There has been one veiled memory blowing wistfully in a cold winter breeze. Since he arrived in this life I have acknowledged it on an unconscious level, only glancing at it briefly with my own eyes. Something happened back then and through this post I hope to give it air.
(breathe)
What I see is death. My death more specifically. I am standing in a lightly wooded area, evergreens on the horizon. Fresh fallen snow covers the plain. I am clothed in dark robes and I am crying, tears running down my red cheeks flushed by the cold. I am running away from something. I am fleeing some disaster that looks like the ten of wands in tarot.I have the ashkimasen clutched in my right hand. After a bit, I regain my composer enough to give the ashkimasen my last instructions. I tell him to go into eternity, find me again, and help me remember; don't die unrevealed, then I throw him into the air and he disappears into the snow. After that there is only death.
I can't see the details of it. I don't know exactly what happened but I see the ten of wands, which shows oppression and cruel overbearing force. I don't know what exactly was said to the ashkimasen shrine or what it looked like, but I know the general meaning of the instructions. Lol, the instructions I gave to myself. I often find myself talking to myself, but this is odd. I also know that he made it here with the message in tow. He showed up here in strange circumstances. When I was sixteen he was given to me by a girl who said a friend had given it to her and told her that she was supposed to give it to someone else. She knew it was me when she saw me and so she passed him to me. Into eternity and out of chaos.
The shrine is not only a reminder of who I am but also what can be accomplished. Like the north star shining brightly in the night sky showing the observer where they are and the majesty of what can be.
Bleh, I'm exhausted. There it is now. Out in the air.
Dont Die Unrevealed
(this is a past life)