son of swords

 

I'm a blackbird singing on a riverbank

I'm a vulture hanging in the wind

In the last gray folds of a summer in silence

In a night so dark

I'm a rider holding on a horse

I'm the rush of the branches right above the road

You unfold like a scorpion shining

In a night so dark

And curled to strike

Fool

“A thing
cannot be
delivered
enough times:
this is the
rule of dogs
for whom there
are no fool’s
errands. To
loop out and
come back is
good all alone.
It’s gravy to
carry a ball
or a bone”

-Kay Ryan, “Fool’s Errands”

"In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again."

-down the rabbit hole

"A Fool’s journey begins at Zero and concludes at Zero- a complete circle."

-Double Oh Fool

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"...the fool is that archetype that turns things on their head, makes us laugh, and for a moment, forget our fear." -colette obrian

"It is freeing to become aware that we do not have to be victims of our past and can learn new ways of responding. But there is a step beyond this recognition. It is the step of forgiveness.
It sets us free.

~ Carolyn Osiek

The Crone Speaks:

To know me, first know this ~
In the beginning, as in the End there is Nothing
There is Nothing
Behind your ordinary world
Behind all manifestation
Lies the Void

I am the emptiness surrounding the universe
I am the uncertainty of the electron
I am the nothingness hiding in your soul

In the Void you have no name
Words do not exist
You have no memory, no past or future
Time does not exist
You find no landmarks, you have no body
Matter does not exist

But You
You may still exist

A mere spark of awareness

But that is enough
That is where you begin

http://www.croneways.com/major0.htm

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Hermit

-William Blake: Hecate, 1795

"Be a light unto yourself"
-osho zen

"We hear the call of our wild. We play games to end their games. Those who have been called bitches bark; pussies purr; cows moo; old bats squeal; squirrels chatter; nags whinny; chicks chirp; cats growl; old crows speech. Foxy ladies chase clucking biddies around in circles. The play is part of our work of unweaving and of our weaving work. It whirls us into another frame of reference. We use the visitation of demons to come more deeply into touch with our own powers/virtues. Unweaving their deceptions, we name our Truth." -hag

"My patroness is the Goddess Hecate, goddess of the crossroads on cold, windy nights when things go suddenly liminal and change is already flowing across the boundary between what couldn't be and what might become. She comes with her several-headed dogs, who look in all directions and She shows up, unafraid, I like to think, but afraid or unafraid, She shows up, and She midwifes both what's being born and what's dying. She stands there, where you have to choose, or where you have to admit that the choice has been made for you, and where two roads diverge in the wood and you, you'll take either the smooth one or the one less traveled by -- and that will make all the difference."
-hecate blog

I Walk Among Others

I Walk Alone

I Look at Life

I Need Knowledge

Of the Inside Out

-crone

Priestess of Swords

"First learning then working, to the exclusion of friendship.
One minded and narrow, to a depth never seen.
A gulf holds me far from the mind of all others.
Confused where I fit in; somewhere in between."
~ Introspection, Adrian Flynn

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handsheld
inside the lines
well bound
covered eyes
sees inside
white sheets worn for protection
(for inflection)





I am allied to__________.




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held up long on the mountain
horizons over horizons


I can picture the snow where you are as
a soft cold canvas for stark shadows to lay upon



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"She is a writer, definitely a thinker......the Owl can be seen as her thoughts taking flight. On a higher level, the Owl represents the secret of shamanic flight and the potential for the soul to leave the body and take the form of an animal to travel to other realms. The nocturnal Owl suggests the wisdom of the dream world and the collective unconscious. Being the bird of Athene and also of Medusa, the Owl symbolizes healing power as well as the ability to fight for one's life when necessary." -vicki noble




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"Imagination abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters: united with her, she is the mother of the arts and the source of their wonders."
"La fantasia abandonada de la razon, produce monstruos impossibles: unida con ella, es madre de las artes y origen de sus marabillas."

-Francisco de Goya from Capichos