Infinity

If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, Infinite.” -William Blake

Impossible dreams that eat at the moments, one by one. Throw these away into the dustbin of lost days. Too much sleep wrapped in a cold blanket of fear and doubt… false initiatives that fade like the setting sun. I could be somebody if I could only wake up.

But the Phonix must rise again for another round! And now, the time has come; realization has its moment. For you discover that the key to your prison door was with you all along… now live, breathe and be in each moment no matter where they happen to fall. Shout yes in your silence with a steady desire to constantly believe in the better nature of all sentient beings.

We are infinity and we chose not the wrong path, just one that’s meant to give direction. Like pieces to a puzzle on a dining room table… you can’t resist, pick up a piece and place it as we follow the moon to get to the sun.

*copyright 2020 jc *photo by pixapen*founded by jc 2014

The Moon Is Hanging Upside Down

And everything under the sun is in tune but the sun is eclipsed by the moon… Pink Floyd

The quote above gives the impression that the moon by way of a solar eclipse can become a bit of a trickster when it comes to situations here on earth. Add to that is the ability to raise and lower the tides or, induce a mystical exsperience from dogs, wolves, and coyotes to howl in her presence. Life would be a little less exciting if not for the earth’s only offspring tethered out there in space by way of gravity… juxtapositioned at an exacts angle which gives us the seasons of the year. Just think of all the books, movies, music, poetry in existence with the moon in character. Life would be dull to say the lease. So just what is it that moves us to romance this cold gray rock of a moon? I beleive that light and love have given us the greatest stories ever told, right here in the night sky above your house, stories that bring the earth, sun, and moon out to perform each evening.

Birth of the Moon

The earth in the heavens, a much younger age, on fire, molten lava, crust solidifying. A meteor crashes into the newly formed planet. It is pushed off axis to 23.5 degrees of tilt. A chunk of earth is sent flying into the heavens, churning, forming, taking orbit around the earth, the moon is born. Because of the impact, metals are left exposed and not buried deep within the earth’s crust ensuring the industrial and technological ages of the earth come into fruition.

The ancients named the sun after the Lion, as its flames are as loud as a lion’s roar. Along the Precession of the Equinox, it’s mystical path around the milky way, everything within the sun’s reach is given light. But trifle with the lion and she could take light away. Thus a solar eclipse is what the first inhabiters of this planet saw, appearing to be the sun growing darker taking light away because of some grievous sin brought upon humankind by the gods.

The sun is eternal, its light is never extinguished whereas the moon sheds its light… it is temporal and is associated with the snake which sheds its skin only to be reborn. The earth and her cohorts, the sun and the moon have evolved thru many different ages and changed in many surprising ways as the great mother she is. And all this is written in the heavens for our enjoyment.

Yes, the moon is hanging upside down, trying to recognize who we are, hoping to see our familiar faces again… jc

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Song of Amergin

With all that is happening in the world, I think back to the Song of Amergin. Besides being poetic and mysterious in nature, it has endeared itself in the hearts of all who see themselves as one with the earth. On many levels, we are the earth’s people and we have her fate in our hands. For she has nurtured all who inhabit her rivers, mountains, forest, seas, and sky. So maybe it’s time to recite our truth as the poet did on these shores many eon’s ago.

I am the wind on the sea
I am the wave of the sea
I am the bull of seven battles
I am the eagle on the rock
I am a flash from the sun
I am the most beautiful of plants
I am a strong wild boar
I am a salmon in the water
I am a lake in the plain
I am the word of knowledge I am the head of the spear in battle
I am the God that puts fire in the head
Who spreads light in the gathering on the hills?
Who can tell the ages of the moon?
Who can tell the place where the sun rests? Who but I know the secrets of the unhewn dolmen?*

*unhewn – (of stone especially) … unfinished – not brought to the desired final state.

*dolmen – a Neolithic tomb or monument consisting of a large, flat stone laid across upright stones; cromlech

Mythology
While reciting the Song of Amergin, the poet by the same name which means ‘birth of song’, steps onto the shores of Kenmare Bay in Ireland for the first time, leading the “Men of Mil” into battle against the Tuatha De’ Danann (Fairy Clan). In his recitation of the mystical song, he calms the seas allowing his warrior’s safe passage to defeat the Fairy Clan. Whereupon, he tricks the Tuatha De’ Danann into going to the underworld where they now reside in the sidhes or fairy mounds. In this, the sovereignty of Ireland is laid claim to.

Thus the song subsequently affirms the sacredness and power of the land. It also implies a challenge to the gods in which the Tuatha De Danann are considered; do not interfere and disrupt humanity.

Amairgen’s accepted into the realm of the mystics and joins the spirit of the Cosmos which commands the elements and holds court over the earth and sky.

Conclusion
The Song of Amergin comes to us as a translation into English in 1905. But other copied have surfaced with different emphases as to certain text and meaning. It’s said that the poem should be taught in schools before the Odyssey or even the Canterbury Tales.

To those with an interest in the druids, it’s implied that the poem has an emphasis on being a druid that Amergin was. But he was also a poet and the poet’s lines occupy a space in each of us pointing to our shared humanity. We are all the Song of Amergin.

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An Imaginary Western

“While others watched  Roy Rodgers, I wanted to be like Crazy Horse, he was always more interesting to me.” -JC

Take me away to the Black Hills, to a single mountain in the Dakotas where Crazy Horse is imprisoned in the rock. Let me gaze at his unbroken spirit on high… captured in stone only so the multitudes can see and understand his madness. Or is it our madness we must come to terms with? Continue reading An Imaginary Western

Onward To the Palace of Wisdom- Solitude

W73SJDWQAJ‘Solitude is not found so much by looking outside the boundaries of your dwelling but by staying within. Solitude is a deepening of the present and unless you look for it in the present you will never find it.’ -Thomas Merton

In his solitude, looking out toward the hemisphere our pilgrim could see the constellation of Orion amongst others along the celestial equator. The open expanse of sky, looked as though it contained every conceivable star in existence, lassoed and corralled for his eyes only. The setting sun lingered on the horizon for one last embrace of the earth as our Pilgrim appeared not have a care in the world, just he and the starry sky above. Most never understand these magical moments where the earth and sky appear to touch the setting sun and all is one. Continue reading Onward To the Palace of Wisdom- Solitude

The Call

QW4WAI4YYDAll those who wander are not lost.  -J.R.R. Tolkien

Go here, go there but don’t just go anywhere. Let it simmer, beg you, trick you into it or call your name in the wind. Then you will know where you need to be so you can ‘be’, as a bird in the sky or a tree in a forest. Erase all doubt from yourself as this is just the sound effects of fear; lose this as you would a bad dream. But even with all your hesitation and wanting certainty, your destiny’s persistent even though the road’s crooked and full of the trickster. In the end, you draw strength from the words of the Buddha, Change your vibration… change your life.” Continue reading The Call

Morning

B94CBC237FThe words I use are simple abstractions                                   Falling asunder                                                                            Written in the snow                                                                     As I contemplate the morning sky. 

There is something hypnotic about the sky at dawn. This is the morning of not quite light and not quite darkness. The slow rising light in service to Aurora, goddess of the dawn seems to linger in the eastern sky as the sun peering in from the horizon awakens’ compliments of brave Helios and his trusted steeds. And Venus, Continue reading Morning

Blessed Be (Run-On)

MXINEOS8OV“I was seeing in a sacred manner”        -Black Elk

One day with an attitude of indifference I decided to go for a walk as an ominous and hauntingly beautiful sky was turning a deeper shade of purple through the autumnal trees brushed by a northerly wind as leaves danced in mid-air; the kind of day where everyone thinks if Continue reading Blessed Be (Run-On)

Every Picture Tells a Story

All things must pass” -George HarrisonIMG_1350

This is Levi, who belongs to a good friend of  mine. This picture, taken July 1st, 2015 was the last face I saw as I left Raleigh, North Carolina to move to St. Augustine, Fla. I will miss Levi as well as the many friends I’ve known for the past 15 years in which Raleigh has been my home.                                       -JC