Image: Paul Chelsley
The veils are thinning and the air is dense and thick with energy that dips into many planes and forms of being. We glimpse the shadowscape in the periphery of physical vision and soften our gaze seeking out what stands just out of sight. We honor the transition into death and we envision the calm of rest from corporeal form. We are acutely aware of own mortality and metaphorically summon the hand of death to remove from us those things that hold us inert and unproductive. We call to a vision of wisdom and inner knowing as we move through our mundane lives hoping to be ever connected to what has passed beyond as source of eternal love and gentle guiding hand, Contemplation and inner reflection are our persistent companions and we make good use of this brief space of time to offer up call to our ancestors and beloveds for guidance and wisdom.
Seek out the quiet of a space
Cloaked in the mantel of darkness
Attend to what lay hidden reaching
Out from silent places still unknown.
Breathe deeply into the silence
The sound of your breath the only
Resonance of echo that mirrors
Back to you your place of surrender.
Allow the hollow bone of emptiness
To offer up its vessel as space of
Wisdom’s downpour.
Breathe deeply into the darkness
You are never alone and have
But to call out for the veils
To lift and ancestor will
Heed the tender call.
Soften your eyes as you seek
Shape in the formless and the
Gift of vision will unfold
Metamorphic in its transformation
As gossamer wings of light
Flutter in ascending.
Attend to your hearing as the
Whispers of Soul’s yearning
Find the key to unlock
The mysteries of your being.
Feel the gentle kiss of a long
Gone loved one brush against
Cheek or lips receptive to the
Tenderness held in death’s embrace.
The visions flow and move like
Spectres of light bodied spirits
That seek the memory of physical
Flesh and bone.
The visions seek out those who
Would not fear their pointed
Truths and revelations honed
By time’s eternal hand.
The visions come when all is
Readied.
The Visions come when mind is
Distracted and heart is pounding wildly.
The visions come to refine and
Clarify a hidden need.
The visions come unrelentless in
The compelling need to tell their stories.
The visions come when you finally
Surrender to letting loose the
Reins of willful control.
The only thing asked in return is that you
Simply open to the power of their gifts.
Open your hearts to the space of awakening
Open your minds to the breath of inspiration
Open yourself to death’s transformative hand
Knowing that physical death is only one form
Of this vision’s mastery.
Open yourself to a greater death that holds the
Vision Of your spiritual re-making as you willingly
Offer what needs final release to its watery gates.
The Magickal Pen 
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