Archive for January, 2010

Vivek

January 31, 2010

This is the metaphorical fate of all those with a genuine insight, of any variety, who attempt to speak openly. By “fate” I don’t mean panhandling. I mean enduring the kind of attention showcased in this video.

There are good reasons to learn to speak in mysteries. Twilight language. Good reasons to learn and practice silence.

There are also good reasons to learn to speak a difficult truth plainly. It can change the course of someone’s life.

Kèlè Mandi

January 20, 2010

I’ve listened to this about fifty times today. It is probably more spiritually and energetically significant than anything I usually say.

Rokia Traore is Malian and Wikipedia says she’s a member of a noble family who are discouraged from singing outside of their function in traditional society. This is very similar to what I read about Mamani Keita who I have posted about before. I will quote the relevant section of that post here.

“No, that’s OK! Things are different now. Singing’s considered to be a profession. But when I was a kid I got a few beatings from my mother because she really didn’t want me to sing, even though her own mother had. I was brought up by my grandmother. I’m like her namesake and the Good Lord saw fit to give me her voice. My grandmother used to sing for people who were possessed. Her singing would help cure them of their troubles. In Bamako, she used to go round all the different neighbourhoods seeing people and I accompanied her wherever she went. I remember one day when I was a kid I was drawing water from the well and I started singing. My grandmother turned round and said ‘You’re going to have great adventures in life!’ She could see the destiny that lay before me even back then.” – Mamani Keita

Light and Water

January 10, 2010

I was feeling very claustrophobic being trapped in one body and one shape today. Drawing this other meaning over my skin helped. Looking at it calms me.

The picture reminds me of some oceanic creature of light, floating in a great abyss. Feels like home.

Edit: I would never, under any circumstances experiment with or devise drawn forms infused with magickal or sacred intent. I only did so in this case because it was very clearly given to me to do this in particular. This will most likely seem like a minor or inconsequential point. It is not. Aside from the inherent dangers involved in any reality altering technique, I’m just not supposed to use ritual magick, sigils or drawn forms, with some very minor exceptions. I suspect this is because I have misused those techniques in past lives. It would go very badly for me if I tried to use them casually.

The Runaway Bunny

January 8, 2010

This is the final post in a four part series that I planned based on clips from the screen adaptation of Wit, with Emma Thompson. In each part the clip illustrates some aspect of being that I find moving. This last contains a vision of god, and our selves.

Links to the other parts of the series:
Death
Magic
Life