Far beyond all oceans, lakes, rivers and springs…
15 Comments | September 4, 2007 at 10:39 pm by mahud
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Far beyond all oceans, lakes, rivers and springs, Medusa coils endlessly, weaving the web of life, like a half forgotton dance. Maneuvering through these landscapes of time, a driving audhumla, dancing down the moon laughs, and cries aloud,
“Oh, magic in these hills, in ten thousand days, will I reach Pandora’s Bazaar?”
And like a Hawk’s cry, the fairy hills called back to her,
“It’s a pagan sojourn, but one life among many!”
Righteously hexed, with branches up, roots down, she travelled on, rejoicing in a state of eternal awareness—the unveiling of a pagan spirit—that today is a heathen’s day.
Meanwhile, the shattered realm burns brightly, as shards of consciousness coalesce, forming a doorway upon the growing edge of rocky Tír na nOuray, guarded by nine ravens, who have witnessed countless landscapes (Agnostic Atheism, Beth’s Fantasy Art & Myth Blog, Goddessing, Mesas and Table Witches, The Musings of a Confused Man, The Archdruid Report, Views from the Cyberhenge, Turtleheart Cove to name quite a few) becoming and dissolving, much the same way as within all the mythmaking realms.
…The misty mountains heaved (disturbing Adam’s peace), the rain poured (causing the rose of the world and meadowsweet & myrrh to grow among the wild things of god), the clouds sighed (evoking the goddess), while the wild hunt for the absent mind continued on…
With simple magics and a pagan godspell, little heathen fox, crept silently out of deos shadow cast by the cypress nemeton of Aquila ka Hecate, her mind full of modern (and maebius) musings. Within the nemeton of Hecate, a semi-charmed wife (the druid’s apprentice), with stars for eyes, opened a druid journal, and like a textual arachne with pagan quill in hand, wrote the single word, ‘Panthea,’ a Quaker Pagan reflection, mirroring the sacred space within, like a dance of the mind and a prayer of the heart.
Nearby, sleeping in a Birch Grove, an immanent Gorgon heard the words “Mystery of Iniquity, Fantasy or prehistory?” and awoke to the sound of rustling leaves and snapping twigs, until she knew herself to be alone.
An Unfinished Soul silently approached to deliver a letter from Hardscrabble Creek. The envelope was addressed to both the Gorgon and her immortal sisters, who were away modelling for Indian Temples and Iconography.
She opened the letter and read three simple words, ‘Shift your spirits,’ and exclaimed, “Full circle! Tonight I’m supposed to be dancing with an executive pagan!”
Thanks to Rick (Shards of consciousness: Spirit in Gear) for handing me this cool meme, from Successful Blog. I totally deviated from the original story template, but I guess that’s ok 
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