White Spectral Wizard/ White Lunar World-Bridger - Rhythmic Lizard Moon of Equality, Day 6

Jaguar with Heart. Chichen Itza. (c) PARI.

The Old Slave-Music

Blow back the breath of the bird,

    Scatter the song through the air,

There was music you never heard,

    And cannot hear anywhere.

It was not the sob of the vain

    In the old, old dark so sweet,

(I shall never hear it again,)

    Nor the coming of fairy feet.

It was music and music alone,

    Not a sigh from a lover’s mouth;

Now it comes in a phantom moan

    From the dead and buried South.

It was savage and fierce and glad,

    It played with the heart at will;

Oh, what a wizard touch it had—

    Oh, if I could hear it still!

Were they slaves? They were not then;

    The music had made them free.

They were happy women and men—

    What more do we care to be?

There is blood and blackness and dust,

    There are terrible things to see,

There are stories of swords that rust,

    Between that music and me.

Dark ghosts with your ghostly tunes

    Come back till I laugh through tears;

Dance under the sunken moons,

    Dance over the grassy years!

Hush, hush—I know it, I say;

    Your armies were bright and brave,

But the music they took away

    Was worth—whatever they gave.

Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt 

IX

Kin 154: White Spectral Wizard

I dissolve in order to enchant

Releasing receptivity

I seal the output of timelessness

With the spectral tone of liberation

I am guided by my own power doubled

I am a galactic activation portal 

Enter me.

Every culture has its particular set of images and symbols that define the nature of mind and consciousness in everyday life.*

*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-2015.

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