The Primordial Shaman: Twin Flame Journey's

 

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Are You On a Twin Flame Journey?

~Ariel Dresser

The Task

 

It is most arduous to be still, 

  To lay unmoved day to day, 

When the spirit within is restless; creative; constant. 

To remain unmoved 

  Because that is the message from Spirit, 

As the Vast Tides and The Wheel, 

  Spin in their cosmic Circles. 

All around me, The Storm, 

  As I remain centered within its Eye. 

Auras coalesced by the dimensions around, 

  Calling, ringing, buzzing. 

To lay still in the face of foresight....

  Whether we like what we see or not. 

The Dragon's Heart II

 

The words are lies 

     Carefully crafted 

  Like our photos and slides 

Spun as a web in 

 Public portrayal and smiles 

All the while 

  Cloaked our fears and faces

Tucked in, 

  Our gut, 

As formidable is the heart of woman, 

  And everyone knows it. 

It is the loudest secret in the room, 

  So forced we are to cage it. 

A fierce dragon, 

  Gagged, and bound 

Left in the heart of Her, 

  An unpredictable strength, 

Dormant only. 

If she does not have strength, 

  It is because her heart is weak...

Weak in this world, as is she unwanted. 

Formidable and fiercely foreign. 

Unworthy of the heart of any man, 

For we are mortal enemies. 

Yet bound she lay. 

Chained down, Wings nailed and weighted down in metal shards 

Soul a long lost ember now, 

Wondering

What use is the fight, 

        If she does not have the heart? 

A Flower's Fate

 

I am horny, encumbered. 

   Settled, and lost. 

If there was a feeling of growing amongst the weeds and the mud, 

Then so it is...

    and at a sludging pace. 

Repressed beneath a deep swamp. 

Handling the impossible, 

Unseen and no body knows. 

To the depth, 

  

The Lotus grows, 

A blossom of a forlorn land. 

Seen only as a colour and essence of extract 

I will be bled, 

And used to Heal others, 

Plucked, 

And my essence drained 

For the purpose of life... 

But somebody else's. 

It is okay. 

The flowers afterall, 

Must succumb as we all must, 

...to our fate. 

In Honor Of

   

  If I could, 

     I would manifest a spell to break this... 

             But it is not my place. 

Gaia

I have become so saturated. 

  A sponge dripping 

    and creating the pools of abyss 

      and puddles at my feet. 

Not child's play. 

  Instead, 

    A foul stargaze into an upside-down dream world

   

Reflection gazing up at me, 

  Through the ripples of a lost time.

A womb had opened up and poured forth. 

An energy and river for all the land. 

This was creation. 

  From implosion, 

     at it's most graceful. 

She became. 

At the Celebration of Light

 

I knew before I knew. 

  I knew at such an early age. 

      A child bright with the gift of sight. 

Forged not long from that, in many a fire, 

  I shrunk into the ash of ember. 

Blinded, and scarred, I shut my eyes...

  Shut them for a very long time. 

Scared and fleeing, running from

  The memories I had long blacked out 

Denied all the signs, 

  Believed all the lies 

As I journeyed for freedom with-out. 

Yet always emerged, was something 

  Awe-some; 

    Things that could hardly be explained. 

And slowly, the calling brought me back home;

  Turned be about on my one-way train. 

And as I arrived, 

  I remembered so much, 

     Remembered from which I came 

They clapped and they laughed, 

  Threw hands and they grabbed

Me for everything I accomplished on this plain. 

So I Invited Her over for Tea

FEAR had ruled a long time here; 

  Had been a Hell Of Bondage & Chains

Fear had kept me dim Dear, 

  It kept me tiny and minute in frame

Fear had shielded the Truth when it rang, 

  and would overcome in Sabatouge and tears

Fear, bled me at my gut, 

   She seeped my power in years. 

Fear told me what I am not, 

  and it roped me down, anchor and slang

Fear told me what I could not have 

  While it stole my worthiness away

Fear painted a face not mine, 

  And told me I had to adorn it. 

Fear took all the love away, 

  Before I had even worn it. 

Fear smeared in me 

  The muddiest black, 

 As it gave me something to walk through 

Fear took away any belief in myself, 

  At the moments I needed most to get through 

Fear caused in me addiction, 

  Seeking Solace Without, 'stead of Within. 

Fear took everything I ever Loved 

  While maliciously highlighting my Sin. 

Fear was the Antithesis of Love 

  Yet Holy in it's Yang and it's Yin 

Fear warped our mirrors, 

  Reverberating the warp within. 

Upon Shattering it so, 

  My ripples reveal 

The purpose of its existence as Kin. 

What I had resisted so long, 

  I had only invited in. 

Now we Sit, Her and I, 

  and relish over Tea and Retreat. 

Now I let her tell her stories so 

  as I lean forward in my seat. 

And with eyes wide open, and a generous heart, 

I let Fear vent to me

 And now I feel as though we are friends, 

And a friend I can retreat with, 

        to tea.