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February 20, 2006 (She Gathers Rain)

"I know what it is I seek, and yet I know that I cannot find it here. But I feel that such dreams cannot exist without some sort of influence, and so I live with the encouragement that if I dream it, I will find it."


Today she dresses
For the change she's facing now
And the storm that's raging
A safe haven she has found
She doesn't care
What the prophets say anymore
For the love she had
She has no more
So she gathers rain
She gathers rain
To rinse away all her guilt and pain
She gathers rain
She gathers rain
To wash and cleanse and make
her whole again

Her imagination
Has started stretching wide
And her new conviction
No longer will she hide
She's not branded
When prophets speak words of fire
The same love she gives
She requires
So she gathers rain
She gathers rain
To rinse away all her guilt and pain
She gathers rain
She gathers rain
To wash and cleanse and make
her whole again
-- Collective Soul

11:55 pm

February 16, 2006

I have posted Tom/Malhai's 1/17/2006 session to my Elias audio page.
 
12:59 am

February 8, 2006 (The Ghost Song)
 
"Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.

Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances."
 
1:15 am

February 07, 2006 (Dream)

I woke up during an intense dream at 7 am this morning. In the dream I was sitting on the bed of an old woman who was dying. There was a woman with her who had looked like my sister earlier in the dream, but had shifted into someone else by then. She seemed to be very close to the old woman. As the older woman started the final stages of death. she took the other woman's hand, and then she reached for mine even though she did not know me, and was not very interested in me being there initially. When she first took my hand she looked at me with wide eyes, and appeared very frightened. She held it tighter and pulled me closer. Her hand was very cold. Looking right at me, but not seeing me at all, she screamed out, "mother!". Then she started saying, "No, it is not supposed to be like this!"
 
I started talking to her softly and holding her close to me. I was telling her that it was all going to be ok. She got even colder and then I started to see blackness, and in that darkness was a red-orange glowing light to the side of my vision. As her life slipped away I felt like I was losing consciousness. I kept repeating the words, "It's beautiful! It's beautiful!" in unison with her. It was so intense as I felt the darkness completely overtake me. I could still feel her cold body next to mine. I woke myself up at her last breath by saying, "it's beautiful isn't it?" out loud. I felt a bit panicked by the whole experience.
 
 
"Soul Meets Body"

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here

I cannot guess what we'll discover
We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hand can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain

I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body

I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
2:30 pm

February 5, 2006 (Someone stop the rollercoaster...)
 
I want to get off!
 
Faeries' Oracle card for today:
 
Gawtcha

Sudden shock. Unexpected events. Rude awakenings.

Gawtcha in a reading speaks to us of sudden, often violent, breakdowns of existing structures, habits, patterns, and/or attitudes. When we become too tightly confined by our own self-imposed limitations (including the desire for comfort and security), Gawtcha kindly breaks the structure restraining us--whether we think we want him to or not. On a soul level, we know this to be necessary, but in our everyday thoughts we usually get pretty upset about it. However, breakdown can lead to breakthrough. This is liberation--and we often haven't a clue what to do with it. This is usually the beginning of a period of confusion, even disorientation, while we search for a way forward--although we may think we are simply searching for a way back to what we had before. Recommendation: do not try to pick up the pieces and put them back like they were. Consider, instead, what you would like to build in that part of your life--and this time remember to leave room for growth.

5:47 pm

La Belle Dame with Knight


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