Esther: Ajna Temple

Esther (Book 2 of Waldmeer – 2nd Generation)
Chapter 13: Ajna temple

Perched on the cliff, Ajna Temple was the masterpiece of Prana Community. The dome-shaped temple was built by Bob Owens and community members thirty years ago. Bob always said that the special energy of the temple came from a carefully-orchestrated consecration by his guru. The consecration was focused on the large, round, black-granite linga which was front and centre of the temple. Linga is the Sanskrit word for a sacred symbol of Divinity. It is believed that lingas develop their own specific power to heal and transform. 

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Healing – A Sacred Path

This previously unpublished article is from The Love of Devotion.

Living Prayer

When I was in my early twenties, before my time with spiritual teacher, Dr Thomas Hora, I happily belonged to a Catholic Charismatic group. I lived in two of its communal houses and embraced community life with great enthusiasm. Such Pentecostal groups view the miraculous as common and healing as the reachable result of sincere and dedicated prayer. Faith was alive. Prayer was common. Dedication was the norm. All expected their lives to improve and whole-heartedly dedicated their days to God, in much the same way as many religious orders do. As there were so many young people drawn to the lively community, it was also fun and full of laughter. It was, indeed, a wonderful time. I felt very fortunate to find a religious group that was alive, vibrant, and flourishing. I was able to live like a member of a religious order while being a lay person. I would say that the short-coming of such groups is the vulnerability to fundamentalist thinking and its associated problems.

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Pittown – Silent Order: Lovers, Fairies, and Fools

Here is the next part of Pittown – Silent Order.

Chapter 24: Midsummer’s Dream

Dr Apollo sat on the middle rock in the Botanic Gardens meditation area as if it had been put there especially for him. The Silent Order had its meetings there during the summer. Nearby, a theatre company who performed regular productions of Shakespeare in the Gardens was beginning, A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The breeze intermittently carried the actors’ voices into the fern gully where Merlyn and the small group listened attentively to their teacher. Continue reading “Pittown – Silent Order: Lovers, Fairies, and Fools”

Faith: Witches of Wurt Wurt Koort

Looking is only for those who cannot see.

Relationships always bring about the dissolution of our delusions.

Chapter 6: Witches Rule

The bus driver announced that there would be a half hour stop at Wurt Wurt Koort to change a tyre. The road from Waldmeer to Darnall ran through the hills and forests of the Leleks. At the highest point was the little town of Wurt Wurt Koort. From the Wurt Wurt Koort Town Hall, if one looked further inland, one could see Darnall in the distance. In the other direction, one could just make out the sea. Waldmeer lay beside it.

At one time, Wurt Wurt Koort was a thriving, respectable hill-town, thus the presence of a rather pretentious town hall. However, the death of a local child changed all that and now it was surviving, but barely. Further, it was rumoured to be run by witches. It was said that they were the only ones who remained. They weren’t bad witches. In fact, a number of them had businesses and were visited, with some success, for healing, readings, and other mysterious type activities. There was a leadership group or coven of thirteen. They were all women, although, these days, they said that they were gender-neutral. They ranged from fifty to positively ancient. Their headquarters was the local cafe, the Wurt Wurt Koort Tearooms, which was next to the town hall. Continue reading “Faith: Witches of Wurt Wurt Koort”

Vicious – poem

Play your cards.
Leave no trace.
Pick a time.
Pick a place.

Keep your fire
smouldering low
until you strike
a cruel blow.

Guide the gullible.
Keep them blind.
Trick the trusting.
Destroy the kind.

Vicious, vicious.
You cannot win.
For life supports not
the treachery within.

Courage, courage.
Get up, get up.
I will help you.
Drink from the grace-cup.

Muddled mind,
the waters will clear.
And you will see
the savage dears.

Kind, kind.
Do not despair.
I hear and heed
your caring prayer.

From Strange Words

Circles of Separation: Narrow Lane

Put your efforts towards the things in life that enhance your highest self.

Chapter 51: Right Next Door

“We have taken matters into our own hands,” said Mullum-Mullum to Amira. “We had concerns about Gabriel’s safety in regards Evanora. There is no need for you to be worried, however, we ask that you not see him unless instructed to do so.” Mullum-Mullum gazed into the distance. Amira couldn’t see where he was looking. Nor could she see anything around him. Normally, if Amira saw Mullum-Mullum in her night-travels, she saw him in the setting of the Darnall rose garden. However, for some reason, tonight, he seemed to be standing in a blank space with no distinguishing features.

“I guess,” sighed Amira, “Gabriel hasn’t suffered enough yet.” Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Narrow Lane”

Circles of Separation: Choose Again

Don’t feed the drama monster. It’s insatiable and has no friends.

Chapter 28: Drama

Amira took every opportunity that crisp, glorious day to be outside. She walked down to the beach and returned via the shops and up the hill taking the longer route past Verloren’s holiday house. There was a For Sale sign in the front garden. She stopped to look at it and wondered why Verloren would be selling. In the five years since Farkas sold this house to Verloren, thought Amira, he has lived at Charlie’s property in the back hills and in Ide’s bungalow, bought a house, started a relationship, had a baby, ended a relationship, and, hopefully, is now resurrecting that same relationship. What Amira didn’t recall was Farkas’s two interdimensional trips to the North Country; one to the wolf pack for a whole winter and one to the Head Gardener’s house in the Garden of Garourinn. Verloren had also been given the privilege of an interdimensional visit to the Garden of Garourinn in her earliest Waldmeer days. Its value seemed to lie dormant for the many years since. Verloren did occasionally dream of the Head Gardener. She didn’t know who it was other than a wise man giving advice. Generally, she couldn’t recall what the advice had been. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Choose Again”

Today I Will Be Happy – poem

Today, I will be happy.
Today, I will look up.
I will see the sunshine, the rain, the sky.
Vast. Giving. Forgiving.

Today, I will be happy.
Today, I will see.
I will see you. You who changes clothes,
changes colour, changes history, and changes destiny.

Today, I will be happy.
Today, I will remember the hurt and forget the pain.
Those long-loved; loved still.
Those now-loved; we’re blessed.

Today, I will be happy.
Maybe, I wasn’t happy yesterday.
Maybe, I won’t be happy tomorrow.
But today, today, I will be happy.

From Strange Words