Taoism Glory Of Tomorrow Poem By Andrew Hennessey

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THE GLORY OF TOMORROW

a poem

Andrew Hennessey

I fell down a chasm to the bottom of a frequency pit

where the fallen apples rot

I am Human

Where the extinct Reptilians

undead do not die, and in the twilight the insect hives

do fence the sky with traps and snares and matrix.

Fallen blind I hear but cannot see

the tango of death

rabid alien issues

sucking the life and breath

the ebb and flow of negation

and a variation and theme uniquely mine

as the parade of artificial alien haves effortlessly

dance amongst the wooden have nots

at speeds beyond their straightjackets of perception.

There is an inner calling in the heart,

the love of Christ

and my Kingdom home.

totally life in the eternal heart

an apple never sundered from the tree of life

alive and separate from the malignant carnival

of dehumanising death

amongst the contrived dust and social charades

of the earthly draconian pit.

you have a bad day in the hatred

as it often hacks and negates the good that is you

yet if you engage the pendulum of vindication and retribution

you become a slave of the wheel of time.

if you do not turn the other cheek

if you engage

first your mind, then your spirit,

then your soul will be swept away

by the torrent of anti-human rage -

as amoral as the acid in an acid bath

it is the negation of life, of the spirit of human love

of the pattern of Christ in you.

yet if you turn the other cheek and disengage you will be

accused of being meek

but as the alien hardware that invisibly saturates

our artificially maintained demeaning primitivism

blasts out amnesia

you will probably not remember being meek

or even why you came here.

In Elysian there grows a flower

a burning love of social life

an eternity of strength and vigilance

a keeper of true civilisation

and some time we must take that walk

into the bricks and mortar desert

to renew our faith

and our pledges to our Father and His family.

Though in the shadows lurk the serpents

as they sing their songs of disease

to deaden and leaden our struggle for life

though in this geography of fabric

lurks the demon and its hungry warped

mathematical arrangements and dearly bought

gifts of enlightened death.

Though people know the ignoble lie that this death is life

and that somehow we are prisoners doing artificial time

the only life and future we can be certain of is the one above us

not the rumours of somewhere to go down a rabbit hole

in the dark galactic game of snakes and ladders,

cons and screws

and we hear the chant of death

that there is nothing new under any sun, that creative life

has ceased to flow in the veins of civilisation

a lie promoted to stupefy and confuse

anaesthetic for the fatted calf

and we hear the chant of death

that there is no soul from soul-depleted

and disconnected people

with plans to feast on yours

and we hear the chant of death that there is no

future, no life, no tomorrow, a nothing

that twists our words into more nothing.

but there is yet a stronger song, a greater hope

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and the Holy Spirit,

as it was in the beginning, is now, and forever shall be,

world without end, amen.

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Chant For Samhain

This chant can be outdoors around a bonfire
or inside around an extra large altar candle.
Fire red, summer's dead,
Yet shall it return.
Clear and bright in the night,
Burn, fire, burn!
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
When the year's aturning.
Chant the rhyme at Hallowstime,
When the fire's burning.
Fire glow, vision show
Of the heart's desire,
When the spell's chanted well
Of the witching fire.
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
When the year's aturning.
Chant the rhyme at Hallowstime,
When the fire's burning.
Fire spark, when nights are dark,
Makes our winter's mirth.
Red leaves fall, earth takes all,
Brings them to rebirth.
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
When the year's aturning.
Chant the rhyme at Hallowstime,
When the fire's burning.
Fire fair, earth and air,
And the heaven's rain,
And blessed be, and so may we,
At Hallowstide again.
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
When the year's aturning.
Chant the rhyme at Hallowstime,
When the fire's burning.

~Doreen Valiente

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Orphic Hym To Gaia

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"Oh Goddess, Source of Gods and Mortals,

All-Fertile, All-Destroying Gaia,

Mother of All, Who brings forth the bounteous fruits and flowers,

All variety, Maiden who anchors the eternal world in our own,

Immortal, Blessed, crowned with every grace,

Deep bosomed Earth, sweet plains and fields fragrant grasses in the nurturing rains, Around you fly the beauteous stars, eternal and divine,

Come, Blessed Goddess, and hear the prayers of Your children,

And make the increase of the fruits and grains your constant care,

With the fertile seasons Your handmaidens,

Draw near, and bless your supplicants."

TRANSLATED BY VIRGINIA STEWART

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The Drums Of Samhain

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The drums of Samhain keeping time.
The gates of magic open wide.

A cauldron's blessings overflow.

The candle flames are dying low.

The witches dance the circle 'round
to chant and bring the power down.

Hecate will hear our call
to turn the summer into fall.

The magic veil is growing thin.

The Netherworld is near our own.

We'll see the sacred fire fed
while witches commune with the dead.

The winds of Autumn call our names.

The driving rhythm slowly calms.

The glowing embers we will tend
until the drums of Samhain end.

(unknown)

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A Charm Upon Rising

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"OK, so I like writing in iambic quadrameter. I must, because I notice that I'm doing it a lot. I'm getting back to work on the Nine Moons, and noticed that while I prescribed a morning gaelic-style water-pouring, I had no text for it. Here is one, vaguely based on themes from Scots morning charms, but set firmly in rhythm and meter, as I think Druidic charms ought to be. It's ultra-simple, but that seems proper for this equally simple custom, and since it's followed by actual shrine work."A CHARM UPON RISING

"To gain the blessing of the day, take fresh water to the eastern door of your home, and pour it outside the doorstep, saying:"

Thou Shining Ones of Moon and Sun

Oh Mighty Ones who guide our way

Oh Noble Spirits, every one

Guide and ward me on this day

Let me walk in wisdom's light

By virtue, strength and love's own way

My word and deed be true and right

Keep and teach me on this day

Oh Fire and Water shine and flow

By Sun and Earth I greet the day

Take you this gift now, as I go

Along my road, my path, my way.

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Mary

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"With Faces of Scorn & with Eyes of disdain

Like foul Fiends inhabiting Marys mild Brain

She remembers no Face like the Human Divine

All Faces have Envy sweet Mary but thine

And thine is a Face of sweet Love in Despair

And thine is a Face of mild sorrow & care

And thine is a Face of wild terror & fear

That shall never be quiet till laid on its bier"

by William Blake

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The Circle I Walk

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"I walk to the North of my sacred space; Herein all negativity be erased.

I walk to the east where the magic winds dance; Here I evoke the power of abundance.

I walk to the south where the fires burn bright;...There I shall banish, all evil, take flight!

I walk to the west, where clear waters flow; The circle's completed, blessings bestow!"

- Trish Telesco

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Orphic Hymn To Gaia

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"OH GODDESS, SOURCE OF GODS AND MORTALS,"

" ALL-FERTILE, ALL-DESTROYING GAIA, MOTHER OF ALL, "

"WHO BRINGS FORTH THE BOUNTEOUS FRUITS AND FLOWERS, ALL VARIETY, "

"MAIDEN WHO ANCHORS THE ETERNAL WORLD IN OUR OWN, "

"IMMORTAL, BLESSED, CROWNED WITH EVERY GRACE, "

"DEEP BOSOMED EARTH, "

"SWEET PLAINS AND FIELDS FRAGRANT GRASSES IN THE NURTURING RAINS, "

"AROUND YOU FLY THE BEAUTEOUS STARS, ETERNAL AND DIVINE, "

"COME, BLESSED GODDESS, AND HEAR THE PRAYERS OF YOUR CHILDREN, "

"AND MAKE THE INCREASE OF THE FRUITS AND GRAINS YOUR CONSTANT CARE, "

"WITH THE FERTILE SEASONS YOUR HANDMAIDENS, "

"DRAW NEAR, AND BLESS YOUR SUPPLICANTS."

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He Uttered The Spell Of Prajnaparmita

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Perhaps the most beloved of all the sutras, the Heart Sutra plays a key role in the Buddhism of Tibet, Korea, China and Japan, where it is chanted, studied and meditated upon. Heart-sutra is quite a meaningful and important sutra. In this sultra, the relationship between 'VOID' and 'FORMS' is significantly explained... Listen to Heart Sutra in Sanskrit in real player. The chanting is very beautiful and Zen.

THE HEART SUTRA

When the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara.

Was Coursing in the Deep Prajna Paramita.

He Perceived That All Five Skandhas Are Empty.

Thus He Overcame All Ills and Suffering.

Oh, Sariputra, Form Does not Differ From the Void,

And the Void Does Not Differ From Form.

Form is Void and Void is Form;

The Same is True For Feelings,

Perceptions, Volitions and Consciousness.

Sariputra, the Characteristics of the

Voidness of All Dharmas

Are Non-Arising, Non-Ceasing, Non-Defiled,

Non-Pure, Non-Increasing, Non-Decreasing.

Therefore, in the Void There Are No Forms,

No Feelings, Perceptions, Volitions or Consciousness.

No Eye, Ear, Nose, Tongue, Body or Mind;

No Form, Sound, Smell, Taste, Touch or Mind Object;

No Realm of the Eye,

Until We Come to No realm of Consciousness.

No ignorance and Also No Ending of Ignorance,

Until We Come to No Old Age and Death and

No Ending of Old Age and Death.

Also, There is No Truth of Suffering,

Of the Cause of Suffering,

Of the Cessation of Suffering, Nor of the Path.

There is No Wisdom, and There is No Attainment Whatsoever.

Because There is Nothing to Be Attained,

The Bodhisattva Relying On Prajna Paramita Has

No Obstruction in His Mind.

Because There is No Obstruction, He Has no Fear,

And He passes Far Beyond Confused Imagination.

And Reaches Ultimate Nirvana.

The Buddhas of the Past, Present and Future,

By Relying on Prajna Paramita

Have Attained Supreme Enlightenment.

Therefore, the Prajna Paramita is the Great Magic Spell,

The Spell of Illumination, the Supreme Spell,

Which Can Truly Protect One From All Suffering Without Fail.

Therefore He Uttered the Spell of Prajnaparmita,

Saying Gate, Gate, Paragate, Parasamgate, Bodhi Svaha.

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Blessings,
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Alice An Adultery

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Aleister Crowley, in "Alice, An Adultery" (Society for the Propagation of Religious Truth, 1905 E.V., p.3):

"Beneath the living cross I lie

And swoon towards eternity:

Prodigious sinewy shapes, and lean,

And curving limbs of Messaline.

"The deep arched eyes, the floating mane,-

One pierces, one wraps-in my brain:

A crown of thorn, a spear of clean

Cold fire of dying Messaline.

"Swart tangles of devouring hair,

The scorpion labyrinth and snare,

Leprous entaglements of sense,

The Imminence of the Immense.

And in the deep hard breath I draw

Kissed from her strangling mouth and maw,

I feel the floating deaths that dwell

About that citadel of hell:

A soft lewd flavour, an obscene

Mysterious self of Messaline.

"Or, in the kisses that swoop low

To catch my breath and kill me so,

I feel the ghostliness of this

Unreal shuttle-game-the kiss!

Her moving body sobs above,

And calls its lechery true love.

Out from the flame of heart she plucks

One flower of fiery light, and sucks

Its essence up within her lips.

And flings it into mine, and dips

And bends her body, writhes and swims

To link the velvet of our limbs,

My drouthy passion worn and keen,

And lusty life of Messaline.

"The heart's blood in her boiling over

She sucked from many a dying lover:

The purple of her racing veins

Leapt from some soul's despairing pains.

She drinks up life as from a cup;

She drains our health and builds it up

Into her body; takes our breath,

And we-we dream not it is death!

Arm unto arm and eye to eye,

Breast to great breast and thigh to thigh.

We look, and strain, and laugh, and die.

I see the head hovering above

To swoop for cruelty or love;

I feel the swollen veins below

The knotted throat: the ebb and flow

Of blood, not milk, in breasts of fire:

Of deaths, not fluctuants, of desire:

Of molten lava that abides

Deep in the vast volcanic sides;

Deep scars where kisses once bit in

Below young mountains that be twin,

Stigmata cruciform of sin,

The diary of Messaline.

"The moving mountains crater-crowned;

The valleys deep and silver-bound:

The girdle treacherously wound;

One violet-crested mounded mole,

Some blood-stain filtered from the soul;

The light and shadow shed between

My soul and God from Messaline.

"And even as a dark and hidden

Furnace roars out in woods forbidden,

A sullen tide of molten steel

Runs from deep furrows in the wheel;

So from afar one central heat

Sends the loud pulse to fever beat;

So from one crown and heart of fire

Spring the vast phantoms of desire,

Impossible and epicene,

Familiar souls of Messaline.

"And as, when thunder broods afar

Imperial destinies of war

Men see the haze and heat, and feel

The sun's rays like a shaft of steel.

Seeing no sun; even so the night

Clouds that deep miracle from sight:

Until this destiny be done

Hangs the corona on the sun;

And I absorbed in those unclean

Ghost-haunted veins of Messaline."

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Hekate Speaks

I am the Guardian of the Mysteries
The Guardian of the Serpent Power
Whom you have called upon time and time again
Hekate the beauteous
Hekate of the crossroads
Of Heaven of Earth of Sea
Of Life of Death of Rebirth
I am the Saffron Clad Terrible Queen
Feared, Hated, Loved
I will lead you into the shadows and LIght the darkest night
Tonight my chosen
I reveal that which is hidden and forbidden
My torches will illuminate the way
To the inner most reaches of the self
where even you may fear to look
Yet there is power in the dark!

~Keys to the Crossroads

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