Youthemeus

Because there are few things we can be sure of….

Song of The Earth Witch

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Song of the Earth Witch

My strength, my thoughts, my guile is found,
both in the earth and all around.

With corners called, the towers surround.
My words, my spells with intent compound.

E’en, from my lips my chant doth sound,
Yon circle spins my magic round.

And when my work is all laid down,
I plunge my roots deep in the ground.

The shadows fly, my wishes bound.
So mote it be! Let this resound.

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The Gnomes’ Moonsong

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Once a month, our Moon shines full,
O’er town and field and marsh.
But us old-timer moanin’ Gnomes,
Find her light a little harsh.
Please be so kind and stop a while, to help adjust our dress.
We’ll be very grateful for your time and gentle thoughtfulness.
A little cape, a tiny hood – that’s all we need tonight.
Then we can slumber peacefully whilst Sister Moon is bright.

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I am the wind

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I am the wind, I am the air.
I am the breeze that kisses your hair.
I can caress, I can bombard.
I can play gentle, I may blow hard.

I bring the rain, I bring the snow.
I scatter dust wherever I go.
I blow through the hills, I blow on the beach.
I blow some things just out of your reach.

I carry seeds, I carry fire.
I lift the birds, higher and higher.
I have power, I have great force.
I can make all ships alter their course.

But, in the dark, when we’re alone in the night,
I am your breath, the whisper of life.
I am your friend; since your very first gasp.
And I will be with you til you breathe your last.

I am the wind, I am the air.
I am the breeze that plays in your hair.

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Hail, Lady Moon

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I asked The Moon,
“Dear Lady, how is it to be The Moon?”
She sighed,
“Child, I have a heart that breaks and heals and breaks again.”

I asked The Moon,
“Why Lady, do you grieve so?”
She whispered,
“When men see me in my glory, they remember how much they love me,
and we dance like joyful lovers.
When I am quiet and dark, they forget me. I must dance alone.”

I asked The Moon,
“Beautiful Lady, why then do you go from our sight?”
She breathed in my ear,
“Because those faithful souls who truly work my magic will do so in the velvet blackness. It is they who heal me and persuade me to return once more to shine for those in need.
These silent, invisible ones are my children, the shadow walkers, the cloud sailors.
They are with me, in the dark. ”

I asked The Moon,
“My Lady, may I love you thus?”
She kissed my brow, “Why dearest one, you have always belonged to me. I have watched you sleep each night, sang my secrets into your dreams. We are as one.”

She sighed and shook her platinum hair, “Now come to me, let us paint the trees silver and keep the people from their slumber.
It is time to dance behind the clouds and set the dogs a-barking.
Come to me, my very own, my beloved Moonchild.”

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The shadow of a gecko

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I was feeling cut adrift, whirling loose in the wind. Like a piece of sail ripped from its lashing.
My mind churned, spitting out worries like cherry stones.
The clock shouted time’s passage with each clock-click tock-tick tic-tac-toe.
Lists upon lists upon lists in a tower of to-do. Lists listlessly listing, tilting, toppling; balanced upon the acropolis of my thoughts.
Anxious energies were stealing the oxygen. My heart was trying to escape my ribs in an attempt to reclaim the precious air.
The spiralling whirlwind picked me up and span me, spun me, would not stop spinning me.
From the corner of my dizzy eye I caught a movement.
I looked.
I looked again.
The world stop turning.
The flags grew limp, the air grew still and calm stepped back into my presence.

I saw the shadow of a gecko on the wall.
A shadow on the wall.
The tiny shape clung and cleaved to the impossible surface.
Amid the maelstrom, the creature moved with purpose and focus.
Its shadow lay on the wall, reminding me to be. Just be.
I am only a shadow, and the wall is not my experience; it is merely one of many ways that I express myself.
I am the gecko in the light.
It’s my shadow that is feeling the wall, that is all.

The shadow of a gecko guided me home.

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Guru-matic – It has all the answers!

Every home should have one!

Every home should have one!

Diary Entry #262:

My endless quest for enlightenment continues. My go-to-guru list now numbers in the hundreds.
I think I may have finally mastered my understanding of Zen Donkey Wisdom; I can now find my ass with both hands.

Frustratingly, I am finding it hard to choose what to put in my sandwiches; Lunch Guru is on a retreat so is of no help to me.
I fear I may starve.

The days are long and empty; Guru Happy Face will not return my calls and Sri Master Bouncing Cheeseball is booked for the next month.
According to Ascended Plutonian Bus Conductor, my problem is that I am not doing enough work on my Sacred Gizzard Chakra.
When I can raise another $500, I shall certainly be attending that workshop again. Fifth time lucky, hopefully.

For now I sit, Merkaba in hand, gazing longingly at the Crystal Healing Unicycle that I bought.
If only my Transverse Vacuous Pressure Point would close up, I might be able to ride it again.
(At the moment, it’s rubber rings and ointment until the pain goes away.)

Without the wisdom of my beloved Closet Lightwiggle Journeyman, I am uninspired as to what to wear. So, it is with heavy heart and odd socks that I sign off.

I have consulted the Starvision Magic Almanac and apparently tomorrow will be a better day.

Live long and prostate. (That’s a Plutonian phrase apparently. Thanks to APBC for the input.)

 

PS: see attached advert from the Gullible Times. Thinking of sending off for one.

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The Event – Important News

How can we help you?

How can we help you?

The Event: Customer Service Response

Dear Humanity,

Thank you for your interest in “The Event”. We appreciate each and every one of you.

In order to clear up some confusion we would like to clarify some points regarding this event; The Event.

  1. Date Changes: The original date has been changed so many times because we are unable to synchronise the calendars of so many (diverse) cosmic species. For example; there are 54,789 public holidays (each year) on Neptune which makes it all a bit tricky. Imagine trying to co-ordinate that calendar with all of the others! The Grays offered to work the holidays; but those guys just wanted the overtime. You know how they are.
  2. New Date: The new scheduled date for The Event has not yet been set, we are trying to avoid a calendar conflict with both the Epsilon Eridani Sand Sculpture Week and the Pleiadian Ticklemania Festival. We will keep you informed.
  3. Seating: This seems to have caused a lot of confusion amongst you all. You cannot all sit in one seat. For some reason the vast majority of you want to sit in Row D, especially Seat 5. We are not sure why you are all so keen to be in this seat. Row D has an obstructed view and is a long way from the restrooms. Also, why do 144,000 of you want to sit in 7D? What is wrong with 1-4D, 6D and 8D upwards?
  4. Hats: If you all want to sit in 5D, we will have to insist that you take it in turns. Druids, you will have to remove your hats as a courtesy to those seated behind (and beneath) you.
  5. Body Issues: You will all be keeping your original bodies. We only have one cloakroom attendant (Mrs. Maloney) and she is not going to be able to cope with checking in 7 billion bodies. She struggled to deal with two dozen capes at the Andromedan Masked Ball last year. (NB: We are still trying to find the owner of a stuffed walrus which was unclaimed after that event. Please contact me if this is yours. Thanks)
  6. Light Body Issues: If you want a light-body for The Event, we suggest you cut down on the junk and get outside more.
  7. Beware of Fakes: Do not buy tickets from The Archons. They are renowned for their tendency to pass on fakes to unsuspecting customers. Please only buy from licensed vendors.
  8. Know-it-alls: Channellers, Hybrids, Ascended Masters, Galactic Historians and Divines: we have a special section for you – The Codswallop Stand. As you already know all there is to know about The Event (ahem), we will be seating you at the back in special chairs which will make it easier for you to get your heads up your own back passages. Please note, this is a non-blogging section. Thank you.
  9. Stuff: All Merkabas, Crystal Grids, Anti-Gravity, Chakra-Agitiators, Free Energy Thingamajigs, Orgonite Wotnots and MacroBiotic Devices are not allowed within the seating area. Why? Because we are fed up with tripping over this stuff on our way to the concession stand. Leave it at home for your Unicorn to look after.
  10. Transport: you can find your own way to The Event. Here’s a tip: It is happening inside you right now and has been for all eternity.

Any comment or enquiries please contact me: Lulu Bananabelle, Event Customer Service Supervisor.

Office hours: 1 – 1.15 pm EST (These may seem short hours to you, but I’m from Neptune. Suck it up)

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I greet the god within me

Everything is in me.

Everything is in me.

When I was younger, I used to be able to talk directly to god. I felt him all around me, he was within my reach at all times.
I never felt alone; that calm voice, that feeling of love was always available to me. As a child without a father figure, this idea of a paternalist god was comforting and reassuring.

As I grew older, I realised that the voice, the love and the embrace was mine. I was my own god.
I repeatedly went within myself to understand this fully, but I was fearful of angering god by questioning him.
This in and of itself should be a clear sign that my belief system was open to challenge.
I am real,” said god “but you must not question my existence.”

I asked myself again and again, “who is the voice that speaks to me in the darkness?”
The answer was still the same.
I am my own god.
When I found enough courage to accept that realisation, I became free.
Free: instantly, beautifully and without the weight of thousands of years of doctrine and fear.

No longer was my behaviour the subject of another’s judgement. I wrote my own commandments, my own beatitudes.
With this understanding came great responsibility.
If there is no god to judge, forgive or punish me – how can I know what is right or wrong?
How will I know the correct thing to do?

Again, the answer came, I am my own god. I have a beautiful understanding of my place in creation and my obligations towards others in it.
All those who are representations of higher powers (the old gods, new gods and gods of material things) are only energy manifesting itself in those forms.
There is no one, single, be-all, end-all god. There is no solitary creator, no ultimate head of the pantheon.
This does not mean that there aren’t gods, goddesses, angels, spirits and other such beings; it ‘s just that they are simply different expressions of the same energy.
There have also been some beautiful, compassionate and fantastically human figures throughout the ages – they all had an understanding that they were their own god, too.

I now can appreciate their teachings more profoundly. I am my own god and I am connected to everything around me.

This knowing has helped me come to terms with my confusion over the whole “love me, fear me, please me, obey me” scenario that I kept with me as my understanding of god.
There is no-one to please, obey or fear. There is only someone to love and that is me; I am my own god.
I know that the source is made up of you, them, me, us. We are the source, each spark in us is a spark of the original “one”.
There was no creation, no “bang”, no plan – just us.
We always were and always will be.
Infinite. Eternal. Indestructible.

Today, could be the day that you drop the veil that is hiding your own god-ness from you.
Go within, talk to god. Ask them who they are; listen to the answers but pay the most attention to the voice that is speaking.

You may just recognise that voice as your own.

Namaste.
(I honour the place in you in which the entire Universe dwells, I honour the place in you which is of Love, of Integrity, of Wisdom and of Peace.
When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are One.)

~ Youthemeus

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This morning, as I wept.

I am here to realise that I am all to none and none to myself.

I am here to realise that I am all to none and none to myself.

This morning, watching the new day paint its colours on the sky, I was overawed with what it means to be me at this moment.

The weight of the human experience felt heavy on my heart and I began to cry. Through my warm, full tears I realised that I was weeping not with sorrow, but with elation.

There is a deep sense of joy that comes with being truly immersed in this expression of myself. The experience of being in a human vehicle – one that feels pain, pleasure, love and longing – is without equal anywhere in my existence. This fact sometimes makes it a harsh assignment to complete without surrendering my very essence to the daily struggle and drama that makes for the “human experience”.

How easy to forget that all is illusion, all that surrounds me is purely the part of myself that I am expressing.
How easy to forget that this is not real, solely a construction of my own higher self’s learning, searching, reaching and exploring what it means to exist.

When I remember that I am all of this and none of this, my soul pours its balm into my heart and the tears flow without any possibility of stemming the tide. My beautiful, regal, perfect self has designed and chosen this exquisite experience for me, in my current expression, in my manifestation of now.

To see all as part of everything (but also nothing) is why I am here. It is why we are all in this instant. I am here to realise that I am all to none and none to myself. To simultaneously be everything and nothing, existing in the now and the never. My paradoxical dance of existence. This universal blink of an eye holds me up as a magic lantern towards the blank wall of consciousness.

I am eternal, infinite and omni-present. However, in my own reality, I was never here or there – only appearing as the shadow of a hawk on the desert floor; brief, fleeting and intangible.

There is no understanding of separation without pain; however, now that this pain has been held, kissed and treasured by my innermost heart-stone, I am able to see that I am part of the whole. Part of the beautiful, flawed all that I chose to manifest for myself.

Oh, humanity! If you could but see yourself as I see you, you would weep with the enormity of the realisation that you were so loved.
Remember this and be gentle towards each other.

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Let your spirit fly free…

This is an utterly exquisite video accompanying a beautiful song.
Blissed out and replete.

Have a blesséd, inspired and joy-filled day.

Namaste,
~ Youthemeus

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