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Little Witchy Things by Belinda Lee Annesley.

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Remembrance }i{...

I never forgot my name, not once

Not ever

I may have over time forgot my brain

But the signs and symbol still remained

I never forgot this long ago dream

The remnants always stayed

What it is my head does ask

Is forever tied to my past

I never really forgot my heart

I tied it up and just never asked

Without the important question

Will my future affect my past

I know what it is it asks

I cannot stand this only inside my head

I now understand and although it hurts

I must still go on

Two worldes collided 

A long time ago

It came in my dreams

And showed in my wake

The lights were on the walls

And made my house shake

Nothing is the same anymore

Was it ever just my evermore

The answer I know

Is it twas never just me

I feel sick to the core

Of what my fate requires of me

What if I cannot fulfil these 

Duties and obligations

Why do I see these things

Meant for me

Why do I know

My heart, my head, my home

The dreams they once did go

Now they never do

Shadows stay and noises remain

Inklings and ideas and wordes

Rattle me to my core

Yet my Fate still it will stay

These thoughts that come to my head

They say that I can

But will I ever be sure

That I can open that certain door

To open the curtains

Of the Final Act

To never close them again

This is my true evermore.

Haunted by my Insides }i{

The past it doth come back to haunt

Beauty, Life and Love.. 

It slithers and taunts

And permeates this very being

Of nothings, and yet everything

How despicable are these shallow depths

That drowns my mynd within thy head

Assuaging my fragile dependancies

Making sure nothing is the same

Ever again

How strange this sight has come back

To me all over again

Evermore and shall I be sure

Of anything, once again

I say no, the past says yes

This path, although second guessed

Must surely be as blessed

Richter scale of brokenness

A realm and another worlde

My hands on fire

My eyes had bled

My soul left dead

And here I am, alive instead

This does not seem

Like it was a dream

This surely must cannot be real

The nothingness of everything

I always feel

Blinded by the light and broken by the dark

Tis the assumption of my heart

This I know is my truth

And how it always comes to be

My life is never just my own

This well-trodden path

Always ends up calling for me

Can I say, no? This I have tried

But my traitorous heart

Is quite horribly dark

And will not listen to me

So, as I step and as I sleep

All I do and all I seem

Is drawn to magicks

And magick by me

Never the same, although I do change

This path constantly set out before me

Tis not something to give into

Tis not something to abide

Tis a battle of the heart and mynd

What I have inside is my instead.

No Reason, No Rhyme, No Time }i{...

A step in time

No reason, no rhyme

Second guessed but forever blessed

The fated decline

Frustrated and petulant

Beyond all means

Gifted and by my very own choice

The answer is the lesson

It has no reason

It has no rhyme

My twisted and fated decline

What I know, I surely owe

That I do, why I shall maybe never know

Which I choose, shadows of blue

Vision impaired, I see in red

No longer alive, I feel I am dead

I can no longer stand my very own head.

Dreams come, remnants always remain

I see these faces, I hear these wordes

My dreams are better though

Whilst I am awake

Tis the sleepers choice to awaken

An inbetween realm

Of neither here nor theyr

A spidered web of the veils unbroken

But I have found amongst the weave

Of this tangled mess

All these woven lines, meet and connect. 

I have chosen, I have made my choice

I found a path to reconnect

Dreams and longings

The alive and the dead

Are all but one and the same

For tis our soul although it sleeps

It never, ever forgets

Here, I found my nevermore

Knock, knock, knocking at my Door.

Dragon ways, Dragon days.. Learning asiatic draco }i{

Pinyin system of language.

Consonants 

c is pronounced like the ts in tsetse fly.

q is pronounced like the ch in chin.

x is pronounced like the sh in sheen.

zh is pronounced like the j in jump.

Vowels

e is pronounced like a dull er without the r being sounded, like the e in talent. eh

e before ng is pronounced like the u in rung.

o is pronounced like the aw in jaw.

ou is pronounced like the o in go.

tian xia; 'everything under heaven' the emperor of china ruled the world.

Third or fourth century a creation story developed. In this myth Pan Gu, the first being, was born from the egg of chaos (note monkey magic) as he grew he separated heaven and earth. From his body when he died came the sacred mountains and the waters. His eyes became the sun and moon, his hair and beard the stars, and the hair on his body the vegetable world. 

 Confucius; western name from jesuit missionaries circa seventeenth century. 

 Kong Qui, Kong Fuzi (Master Kong) sixth century, 551- 479 BC. Born in Qufu in Shandong Province. #Two different beings mashed into one.

A scholar that wandered about from court to court (ties in with tuatha da dannan ways) attempting to find employment and to convince rulers the right way to govern. He proposed they should employ scholars and institute the study of classics and scholar ways (akin to sophokles and aristotle).

'Analects' is Westerners call his teachings, reasons unknown.

Confucius taught Nothing was more important to man, than man. He took part on rituals and sacrifices as if the gods were present. Ritual and Music were the best influences on man's character. Ritual formed him and kept him in order; music united him to other men and brought him joy. (also ways of the tuatha da dannan, check similarities).

Confucianism naturally fits within ancient chinese ways of close family ties and absolute rule in which the father governed like an emperor and the emperor cared for his subjects like a father, while those below obeyed both. These virtues fit a static and ideally gentle world, where every family has its place beneath the ruler, every individual has his place within the family, and force and administration are  kept to a minimum. 

Five Confucian virtues:  

humanity or benevolence; ren (alike aegypt)

Righteousness; yi

Propriety; li

Wisdom; zhi

Trustworthiness; xin.

Five Confucian relationships: the only equal one that of friend to friend, the others are hierarchical. Between father and son; between ruler and ruled; between husband and wife; between elder brother and younger brother. They are the virtues and relationships of a society where all are kept in order by the closest to them and where there is little of police or state interactions. Nobility did not need to be under any laws; they could govern conduct according to propriety. 

Ru is the Chinese term for Confucian, originally 'weakling'. Gentleness, refinement and calmness of a scholarly life is admired, plus a certain scepticism about everything, excepting keeping the right relationships with other people.

Right relationships required 'filial submission' (xiao), 'loyalty' (zhong), and the complementary virtue to loyalty: 'decency' or 'reciprocity' (shu), the duty of the emperor to rule justly and to take note of the advice of his subjects. 

Outwardly order could only be a reflection of internal self-discipline, particularly those placed in authority. The ruler must be good or society would decay, while losing the support of the people and thus the Mandate of Heaven and his throne, if he neglected these five virtues. 

[The relationship of friend to friend, this creed can not be broken or betrayed excepting endangering the state. In order to achieve betrayal of a friend by a friend, leaders had to attack the historical figure who represented the opposite principle, and who stood for hierarchy, order and relationships otherwise unshakeable by any difference of mere belief. An affect still used today.]

Dao, meaning The Way of Nature. 

Man should understand himself as a part of nature and to see change as the way of everything in the universe.  Man, with his cycle of growth, decay and death, is no different from any one thing in nature, be it stick, animal or cloud. So he should not insist on human order and hierarchy or cling to any particular form, or even to the form of his very own body, which must dissolve. Only in this way can he gain life, either by enduring longer in the world or by attaining Physical Immortality.  For a Daoist, Immortality is not impossible. There are two parts of the soul, one heavenly the other, earthly. The heaven element tends upwards; breathing techniques and sexual exercises are intended to lighten the soul so that it will dissolve into the universe, where it will endure. Health of the body, the earthly element, is sought in simplicity, balanced diet and exercise (taijiquan; shadow boxing). 

  

Daoist poet, Tao Qian; from the collected works Drinking Wine.

I have built my hut beside a busy road

But I can hear no clatter from passing cars and horses.

Do you want to know how?

When the mind is detached, where you are is remote also.

Picking chrysanthemums by the east hedge

I can see the hills to the south a long way away:

It is sunset and the air over the mountains is beautiful;

Birds are flying in flocks back to their nests.

This tastes real.

I would like to talk about it, but there are no words.

wuwei; 'non-action'. Out of the depth of extreme tranquility comes activity. Nothing out of harmony with the flow of things, stillness creates movement. The code of the swordsman as much as that of a fisherman.

taijiquan; shadow boxing

The circling movements of sword exercises and taijiquan are modelled on observation of the fighting tactics of animals, particularly of birds and of panthers. Circling movements put man in tune with the movement of the stars and with the natural cycle of water as it rises in clouds and falls in rain. 

In Daoism battle was seen as the element of all life, against mortal enemies and also against immortals within and outside the body. Working with nature by dexterity and balance rather than by brute force, outwitting the enemy, winning by bluff without a battle, and 'the strategy of the empty city': a reference to the story of a general who deceived the enemy into thinking an undefended city contained a huge army by leaving its gates wide open and playing the lute idly on the city walls.

Daoism is associated with alchemy and magic, the core reason being attaining the elixir of life and immortality.  The transmutation of base matter into gold, gold being associated with immortality and eternal life, because of its durability and constancy under changing conditions. The word 'alchemy' derives vis Arabic from the Chinese word for gold, jin. (Djinn, genie)

Lao Zi, Dao Master; discover how nature acts by observing nature. Yin and Yang in the universe match each other. The combination of yin and yang is Life. A qigong breathing activity to enjoy long life without age if kept practising.. When you are full of energy, your 'cinnabar centre' (a nerve centre two inches below the navel) will produce heat. With your hand you can cure sickness. Those with very high perfection can bake pancakes on the abdomen by the heat produced from the cinnabar centre, or can boil water on a leg. We should absorb the natural essence of the universe, and store our own energy. So you cannot get married. The more energy you have, the more vigorous you will become, and gradually you will be able to renew your youth. The main purpose of a Daoist is to become an Immortal. 

What Lays Beneath and Inbetween }i{...

Here lies beneath 

With the shadows of a broken man

The last vestige of a modern compliance

For me, the road to endure I have found

Serenity and completeness instead

Morality mocked and bean-sidhe knocked

The eternal, life of the nocturnal

Be I alive, or be I dead?

I do not care, for I am whole

Once again.

By fingers and by thumbs

To this place I could never shun

A'dancing with swirls

A pattern had emerged

A doorway open

A worlde spent, left heaving and hoping

Fingers brisk, a chill sets in

How the skin burns from this feeling of cold

So very wonder full, so very olde

I do not want to let go

This time again, rest assured

Is why I walk through that door.

With faith in my hands and dirt on my feet

Worned out, tattered and tired I may be

Stretched and rung, this lonely song

Is what keeps me

With visions and might

To behold, tis such a beautyfull sight

It is so hard to leave, this empty ache

Closing the door gently behind me

I turn away, never a goodbye

My heart was left bloody, held in my hands.

The tale of two tails, Sekhmet and Apophis... }i{

"I want Apophis."

The kitty purred and licked her paws

Sekhmet calls 

This is a time she wants for more

"I want Apophis"

Her constant nightly battle

Sekhmet always wants for more

"I want Apophis"

Her appeasement although

Tis an injustice

This is a battle that she adores

Forever, chaos strains to capture the night

Ordained in the passage of universal flight

For only in chaos can we know order

Meaning in the mysterios

Truth in the legend

We find life within the mythos

Tis in this pain she finds constant delight

Her appeasement

An injustice

Binded and bounded

For another long night

Apophis and the Kitty

Sekhmet and her favoured tale

With each turn of the wheel

Of day that turns to night

A revolution that must always be won

The apokolypse, the revelation

With a flick of two tails

Apophis and Sekhmet

Neither friend nor foe

Tis the kitty, her joy and her bliss

Forever in the night she rules

After all,

It twas Sekhmet in the end

Who said 

"I want Apophis...

Tis the winning that is only half the fun." 

Thus, once more

Night can return to Day

The earth and the sun

Armageddon undone

Wormwood burned

Ashes to Dust

Returned and Reborn

Til the night has again begun

Another round, ritual returned

A kitty and her snake 

A tale of conquest

The conception of good and evil 

Unyielding temptations

Tasteful flavourings

Curiosities bested

Smouldered and sequestered

The love of the Battle

A moral to a story

Of two tails a rite untold

The ending is its very beginning

Intertwined enraptured enamoured 

A love already won

Is the lure of Apophis for the goddess

Sekhmet.