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LONG FORGOTTEN KNOWLEDGE….

December 21, 2021

Maybe there was a time, long long ago when vampires and dragons really did walk the earth.

Not the kinds from Holywood movies but the kinds that possesed a human form, unbeknown, or lived amongst us as any beast would.

Maybe there was a time long long ago that the peoples knew this and lived with this knowledge.

Knowledge now lost for all time.

Maybe there was a time long long ago when knowledge itself was different from today, and what was known then, is now no longer known.

Creatures and ways not of our understanding flourished amongst us.

Maybe there was this time long long ago, before the modern world, a time now wiped from our history books, for fear of what modern humanity would make of it.

Maybe part of that world still survives.

Hidden.

Maybe there was a time long long ago when the Old Ways were the only ways and folks respected that and were ok with it.

Embraced it.

I often return to those times in my dreams, in my night journeys, becoming one of them, following my blood tides and blood ties.

It is all there, in Time, like pages in a book.

Just as it ever was.

Open yet hidden from most.

Slip through.

Shapeshift into a reality that awaits the traveler.

What was, can be again.

Past and future are all one.

Times peeling bell forever rings me home

As I slip into that magical void between the earthly years.

Embracing whatever comes my way.

Respecting the hidden ways of old, the lessons given.

For long long ago is also yet to be

And what once was, is now simply hidden within realities placed outside of human consciousness…

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

1st December 2021

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Tags: Craft Poetry, Deep Poetry, Dreams, human consciousness, lost knowledge, other realities, Poems, Poetry, spiritual poetry, The Old Ways, Vampires

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Old tales…

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The sun and the moon

Sit side by side

Within human eyesight

In a clear blue sky.

They tell a tale

Not often told

Of a land of plenty

In a time of old.

They weave a tale

So very bold

Of another time or maybe not.

When things we knew

Are now forgot.

For nothing now is as it seems

And humans are sleeping

In a perpetual dream.

A dream they love

And live and die in

To awaken not

For fear of crying.

So start with the stars,

The moon and the sun.

Then planets like Mars

Being not which they seem.

Or sleep soundly still

In that deep dream of dreams.

When all is said it matters not,

The experience, the experiment

Was a human’s lot.

With no where to run and no where to hide,

Slumbering and sleeping through the truths of time.

So once again i dance alone, my midnight dance on the eve of that tide…..

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

12th December 2021

<moon.willow@ntlworld.com>

Tags: Craft Poetry, Dreaming, Dreams, eve of the tide, hamanity sleeping, moon and stars, Poems, Poetry, spiritual poetry, Sun, truths, truths of time

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Dreaming Craft….

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May 2, 2018

I often dream of magic and Craft and connected kin
I dream of sisters sitting round a flame
I dream of a world far away
Visited only in my dream-walkings

I wonder why I go there
All so familiar but at the same time unknown
The ladies look to me for guidance
With clear questioning eyes

They gather round with questions
Bringing a new sister to our gathering
I light an extra candle, one flame among many
I ask how it was she came here

She was told of this gathering at another circle
Said she would find her true self here
Ah yes, I nodded, folks there, do gather here
In our inner circle. Be welcome dear sister

We gather in the light of early evening
The day is still warm and the evening is peaceful before the sun goes down
Come sister let me tell you about Craft
About choices, about honour, about roads to take

She looks at me with gentle eyes, waiting for more
Hungry for more
My truths I share, of other lives lived
The sun goes down, the air is perfumed and she is enthralled

I awake suddenly to my mundane world
Trying to analyse my thoughts, to gather up the threads I had woven
No sense could I derive, ready to dismiss my dream world
Then something, a voice, a thought, a feeling made me go back through that still open door

I realised I knew that place, knew those peaceful serene ladies
I knew I belonged there, knew it was home and had travelled there, time and time again
A dimension not far from this one, where I had taught so many times before
But so different

I re-joined my gathering, the waiting ladies expectant
We talked and shared into the night around the spiralling flame
We spoke of honour and of kin, I shared true knowledge as taught to me and of what magic really is
We laughed and we cried and I knew I truly existed within this truth.

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