And I whisper all your names – Eva Weggelaar

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“Surrounded by dusk, tables form lit up little islands
inviting me to a drink, a cigarette
Offering a liminal resting place where I can fill the silence
with memories of the things you said” ~Excerpt

Paradise is this Way

Spring is balancing twice twelve hours
the air whispers that good things go far
In the twilight bare trees collect their powers
dancing in the headlights of a car

Surrounded by dusk, tables form lit up little islands
inviting me to a drink, a cigarette
Offering a liminal resting place where I can fill the silence
with memories of the things you said

I wish I was on your mind
like something that’s always in your pocket
Kept safe as a propitious find
or a picture in a locket

By the time the night turns grey
dust whirls up in an imagined room
One last cigarette and nothing to say
long fingers of smoke caress the gloom

I look at pictures in empty frames
and I whisper all your names
©Eva Weggelaar

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She Bear Enters Slumber; Men Go Under

Oh Men of The Folk what have you done?

She-Bear called to you, ever entreating your young, prepare before Winter Nights of the Setted-Sun, darkness o’er the land run.

Can it be halted what is begun?

She-Bear denned up enters Her Winter Nights slumber, outside She left for you ten-fold illicit exchange of the truosana never mind you paid Her for Her Knowledge, Wisdom, Courage, She-Bear sought to impart into you, Her Folk.

Before She-Bear denned up, with what little hope She had left for The Folk to survive this Season of Winters Nights, She penned a note, left in safety with The Sacred White Birch and The Mighty White Oak.

If you are of She-Bear, of The Folk, care to discover the contents of Her note, know this the answer will ne’er be found in the comfort of Your House with the hearth ablaze, fires stoked. To Pan’s Wooded Glen you must abscond, remain, quiet in just one place, away from man, modernity and progress till the Full Moon or New Sun cycle through as only by such Passage of Nature the answer comes from amidst The Sacred White Birch and The Mighty White Oak.

If you are of The Folk, in this Season of Winter Nights, fear not the creatures that pass by you on their well worn paths. Observe and learn, listen with your intuitive Ancestral Blood as intently as you can, only then will She-Bear emerge from Her Den, attempt to impart into you again: Her Knowledge, Wisdom, Courage for The Folk to survive this Season of Winter Nights, another day to fight again.

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She-Bear and The Sacred White Birch: Knowledge, Wisdom, Courage

Our Folk, The Guardians of The Crimson Flow, Keepers of The Balance

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Dear Reader,

Understanding The Passage of Time, ‘Event-Stacking’, I find myself still, daily, purging myself of two-thousand plus years of poisonous, yea, treasonous thought, the indoctrination of the abrahamic cults from my past tense or if I may state it this matter of fact way, the evil spell cast by the djinn jehovah-jesus-allah and its high priests-priestesses, over Our Folk, My Folk, of Europe and your folk of Asia, Africa or The Americas, in its continuance, violently grasping on knowing The Folk are remembering Their pre-abrahamic cults Folk-Knowledge, a True Call of The Blood of The Ancestors, The Land and Our Magic.

With my writing comes vast responsibility, a responsibility to restore Our Folk Sacred Feminine Ideal, that of The Sacred White Birch, The Ancestral Bear, The Laws of Nature.  It is on this point I catch myself still espousing the poisonous,  treasonous thought system of the invaders patriarchal system when I refer merely out of habit to a Creature of Nature in the masculine.  This does not in any manner indicate my support for the pseudo-feminism of modernity, being born of the abrahamic cults as a controlled opposition and Socio-Political Weapon Chaos merely camouflaged.  All this to dethrone, as it were, Our Sacred White Birches and Our Goddesses of the strong, intelligent-wise, sacred feminine, ideals, even Nature Herself.  Where the abrahamic cults degrade the female, punish her for natural bodily functions, Nature, The Ancestors and The Folk celebrate her.

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Leviticus 15:19-30 – And if a woman have an issue, [and] her issue in her flesh be blood, she shall be put apart seven days: and whosoever toucheth her shall be unclean until the even.   

Leviticus 20:18 – And if a man shall lie with a woman having her sickness, and shall uncover her nakedness; he hath discovered her fountain, and she hath uncovered the fountain of her blood: and both of them shall be cut off from among their people.

Leviticus 15:19-24 – And if a woman have an issue, [and] her issue in her flesh be blood, she shall be put apart seven days: and whosoever toucheth her shall be unclean until the even.  

Ezekiel 36:17 – Son of man, when the house of Israel dwelt in their own land, they defiled it by their own way and by their doings: their way was before me as the uncleanness of a removed woman.

Leviticus 18:19 – Also thou shalt not approach unto a woman to uncover her nakedness, as long as she is put apart for her uncleanness.

Ezekiel 18:6 – [And] hath not eaten upon the mountains, neither hath lifted up his eyes to the idols of the house of Israel, neither hath defiled his neighbour’s wife, neither hath come near to a menstruous woman,

Ezekiel 22:10 – In thee have they discovered their fathers’ nakedness: in thee have they humbled her that was set apart for pollution.

Genesis 31:35 – And she said to her father, Let it not displease my lord that I cannot rise up before thee; for the custom of women [is] upon me. And he searched, but found not the images.

Did you think when I write of The Crimson Flow it is just related to Fields of Battle?  No, dear reader, we celebrate, as Our Ancestral Bear teaches us to do, we celebrate Our Strong, Sacred, Intelligent-Wise Feminine Folk.  They keep the balance, Our Women Folk are Wise, Strong in Battle, skilled in taking life and are able to grant life (this men cannot do) they are The Guardians of The Crimson Flow, Keepers of The Balance.  Gain wisdom from Our Sacred White Birch, Our Ancestral Bear, reject the sand demon djinn jehovah-jesus-allah, restore Our Folk, Our Strong, Sacred Feminine Ideal that is such a threat to the darkland savage invaders and their collaborators.

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Hail Týr!  

Hail Mórríghan!  

Hail Nature!

Hail Our Strong, Sacred, Intelligent-Wise Feminine Folk, 

The Guardians of The Crimson Flow, Keepers of The Balance!

 

 

 

 

The Song of Sister Owl

This is The Song of Sister Owl.

I am Sister Owl, The Keeper of The Balance.
I manage scurrying creatures in Pan’s Wooded Glen,
protect your crops in fields, your grains in barns,
If not for me, your house, scurrying creatures would overrun.

Some tell of me stories by my sighting,
someone surely will die,
not true, this is but lore retold,
as my flights filled the night sky.

I watch, I see what you do, biped-scurried unfolked creatures.
What is this sight in the darkness that I possess that I should give it to you?
Wisdom passes knowledge I will not impart to you,
nor the gift from my Sister, She-Bear,
The Gift She bore for you.

This is The Song of Sister Owl,
0318 hrs in Pan’s Wooded Glen she sang to me,
now I to;
You.

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Sing The Song of The Folk with Sister Owl.