Today outside your prison I stand and rattle my walking stick: Prisoners, listen; you have relatives outside. And there are thousands of ways to escape. Years ago I bent my skill to keep my cell locked, had chains smuggled to me in pies, and shouted my plans to jailers; but always new plans occured to me, or the new heavy locks bent hinges off, or some stupid jailer would forget and leave the keys. Inside, I dreamed of constellations— those feeding creatures outlined by stars, their skeletons a darkness between jewels, heroes that exist only where they are not. Thus freedom always came nibbling my thought, just as—often, in light, on the open hills— you can pass an antelope and not know and look back, and then—even before you see— there is something wrong about the grass. And then you see. That’s the way everything in the world is waiting. Now—these few more words, and then I’m gone: Tell everyone just to remember their names, and remind others, later, when we find each other. Tell …
I love this installation. It really creeps me out, in a good way. I had posted this on my other blog years ago, before doing any journey work myself. Interesting to see it now and have a different perspective on it. I find it decidedly less creepy now. I love the way it starts out eery and grey and ends up green and colourful, like we’ve just been taken on a journey that had a happy ending. It really speaks to me of the shaman’s connection with the unseen. “Nine Worlds,” a film from the multimedia installation “The Shaman’s Journey” by Thomas Ross Miller, in the exhibition Siberian Shamans, Linden State Museum of Ethnology, Stuttgart, Germany (December 2008-June 2009). Director: Thomas Ross Miller, Curatorial Consulting (New York, USA) Video Producer: Craig Campbell, Metafactory Studio (Edmonton, Canada) Assistant Video Producer: Aaron Munson (Edmonton) Sound Mix: John Hudak (New York) Exibition Curator: Erich Kasten (Berlin)
Here’s a timely little poppet, in honour of Imbolc / Bridget’s Day.
On the anniversary of his death. Come, come, whoever you are.
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men—go freely with powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and with the mothers of families—re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body. ~ Walt Whitman, Preface to “Leaves of Grass” (1855) Click image to get it.
From the book: Dear Universe Letters of Affirmation and Empowerment for All of Us by Yolo Akili.
I heart this beautiful doll that I found on WordPress today!
The hidden language of trees, translated through music. Love this so much! How beautiful. YEARS from Bartholomäus Traubeck on Vimeo.
Tyriel of Rune Secrets has put out a 24 song album surrounding the runes!
Wildly popular words by modern bard, Tom Hirons. I can’t get enough of this poem. Recently he has published it in book format. You can get it here Hedgespoken Press Sometimes A Wild God Sometimes a wild god comes to the table. He is awkward and does not know the ways Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver. His voice makes vinegar from wine. When the wild god arrives at the door, You will probably fear him. He reminds you of something dark That you might have dreamt, Or the secret you do not wish to be shared. He will not ring the doorbell; Instead he scrapes with his fingers Leaving blood on the paintwork, Though primroses grow In circles round his feet. You do not want to let him in. You are very busy. It is late, or early, and besides… You cannot look at him straight Because he makes you want to cry. The dog barks. The wild god smiles, Holds out his hand. The dog licks his wounds And leads him inside. The wild …