Month: July 2017

The Magus / Magician

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Mercury as a messenger with the wings of spirit,

he’s pure brilliance in every way.

His energy spreading and radiating far out,

such a communicator one would say.

Imparting his knowledge in every great way,

inspired, resilient and well timed.

Finding a better orator, there never was one,

a match would be hard to find

To balance and juggle the possibilities as well,

in bringing those ideas into light.

Extremely creative in reaching his goals,

but he can make it appear right.

In duality he’s about truth and falsehood,

might well be questioned himself.

He’ll just as easily walk the wrong path,

by not caring for anybody else.

The twinkle he has and the curl of his lip,

he’s often good natured and fun.

The monkey that comes along by his side,

it’s great Thoth as the golden one.

Along with telepathy he’s inspired vision,

he has a true knowledge of being.

An ability to bring about transformations,

a directness to help others in seeing.

Philosophical, religious and spiritual master,

an arrow gets him right to the point.

With those two snakes at the head and tail,

in healing he won’t disappoint.

A gold cup with snake to hold onto emotions,

relationships he’ll manage quite well.

The Eye of Horus, great God of perception,

sees truth in the tales that he tells.

So will he just misuse those great powers of his,

to get himself to the top of his game.

Or could he be much more self-examining,

work in service to those that have pain.

~

I’m studying the Thoth Tarot again so I thought I would attempt to put individual cards into poetry to assist my memory.  Not sure if it will work but it’s fun to play with 🙂

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All You Need…..

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The universe is not outside of you, look inside yourself, everything that you want you are ~ Rumi

All you need, you already have, everything that you require to get through life you already possess. We hold great knowledge within us, we came with it, we just need to trust in this truth and locate it.

It is in our capability to access all the knowledge we will ever need, it is inside each of us and all of us, as individuals and as united souls. Asking means listening and trusting, remaining open to suggestion but listening for and trusting in our own internal voice.

We are older than we think, older than our bodies, we have been here before and we will come here again, we are old souls and can access all that we need to know, we can remember and tap into the souls of many lifetimes and access the universal knowledge that flows through these lives.

There are no questions without answers, even the ones we have not answered on earth have been answered at some point on some plane. We are capable of accessing these answers, because they were written for us.

Yes, we forget, we become immersed in the physical and forget our greatness. We forget to trust, we somehow lost the belief we were born with.

Take a look at nature, nature hasn’t forgot, nature continues without schools, newspapers and brainwashing. We are nature and like nature we can find answers, we are meant to flow like a river, bloom like a flower, rise and fall like the sun and come together like the seas.

Look at the butterfly and ask how it knew to build a chrysalis, if it thought about it, if it knew it would ever fly, because I think if they could talk, they would tell us they followed their instincts, they listened to their internal voice.

Do you hear that inner voice, and if so, does it tell you if you ask what you find you already intuitively know or point you in the right direction when you come to a fork in the road. Do you have a certain feeling that you have an inner knowing, but fail to trust in it?

I think it’s about time we started to listen to ourselves, practice this ancient skill and follow our own intuition. The world is a scary place when everyone looks to another for answers, is happy to be led by those that profess to know, or want the power of control.

We have lost the art of knowing, we have forgotten what we once knew, we have given in somehow and become reliant on being told.

All that we will ever need we already possess…..

~

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The Fool

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Creativity like a force of Spring, 

giving birth to something new.

To take that giant leap of faith, 

even if nobody believes in you.

An umbilical cord of new birth, 

wrapped around you four times.

Perceptiveness of golden horns, 

there’s nothing here that binds.

The butterfly of transformation, 

flowers split into bunches of three.

Overcoming the fear of the tiger, 

you know where you need to be.

A crocodile with such solid jaws, 

you can cut through anything.

Then the harvest into fruition, 

it has been a while since Spring.

The grapes that signify fertility, 

a rainbow making things whole.

Great principles of courage here, 

yes you will so fit into this role.

I know you’re ready to take a risk, 

you’ve the courage to stand alone.

Listening now to your inner voice, 

in touch with yourself on your own.

With the dove for the love of others, 

the children that show us a pair.

Your unshakable faith in existence, 

walking on now without a care.

 

~

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A Caper

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What a delightful caper it was, 

being back together again.

A weekend that was so magical, 

though they had forecast rain.

To celebrate your birthday too, 

the three of us what a laugh.

A caper when we ordered Pimms, 

frozen fruit would never pass.

Moan as we did and talk of reviews, 

trip advisor was our threat.

Three cocktails on the house at once, 

with giggles they were met.

What a delightful caper it was, 

being three young girls again.

Although we’re all over fifty now, 

some youthfulness we did regain.



A very funny weekend with my sister and oldest friend visiting to celebrate my friends birthday. We’ve all been friends for so many years that we just fall back into it every time we meet, with this time no exception. We had the kids with us, but to passing strangers it must of been hard to spot the adult, oh how we giggled.

The Pimms episode really was very funny, a real caper!

Savage Year

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You were savage in your approach to me,

but I can see now why you came.

In the cruel, punishing and hurtful place,

I experienced incredible pain.

And all of those things I thought so real,

material things and the like.

Stripped me bare so I lost my way out,

I travelled the darkest night.

I questioned why you came for me then,

I know better now on this side.

You needed to help me see my falseness,

on that awful fairground ride. 

Screaming all through that savage year,

I came through knowing myself.

Of all the things you taught me last year,

it was to trust in nobody else. 

~  

Savage

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Jingle, Jangle  

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Necklaces, bracelets, rings and things,

I jingle, jangle in the breeze.

Silver and crystal, antique and new,

ruby red to a bright topaz blue.

A wandering gypsy of previous life,

maybe a princess or a kings wife.

I wear my trinkets, they sing as I sway,

hear me coming and going away.


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Jangle

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The bells used to jangle as the front door opened, it’s a sound I’ll always remember, a sound that said someone had walked through the door.

The wind chime that hung above the door was one of the last things I took from my mums house after she died. It hangs on my balcony now, rusted from the weather. It doesn’t really jangle anymore, lack of wind on my balcony, I’m not sure, but the jangle of the bells will always remind me of home.

~

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To Write with a Peacocks Quill

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To write a poem with a peacocks quill, 

do you think it would tell a good tale.

With deepest colours of the universe, 

although none of these being pale.

Those green hues of Mother Nature, 

bright blues that will heal every ill.

The eye of the feather watching on, 

with enough parchment I could fill.

And what about my stories message, 

would it resonate with everyone.

Would it be about the birds and bees, 

or something much more fun.

Perhaps I’d write of love as I do, 

so it jumps up and out so you feel.

There’s something about this plan of mine,

to write now with a peacock quill.

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