Way down below the ocean...

 

The continent of Atlantis was an island, which lay before the great flood,

In the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean. So great an area of land, that, from her western shores, Those beautiful sailors journeyed to the South and the North Americas With ease, in their ships with painted sails. To the East, Africa was her neighbor, across a short strait of sea miles. The great Egyptian age is but a remnant of the Atlantean culture. The antediluvian kings colonized the world. All the gods who play in the Mythological dramas, in all legends, from all lands, were from fair Atlantis. Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth. On-board were The Twelve: The poet, the physician, the farmer, The scientist, the magician, and the other so-called gods of our legends. Though gods they weren’t, and, as the elders of our time Choose to remain blind, let us rejoice, and let us sing, And dance, and ring in the new. Hail! Atlantis! Way down, below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be. Way down, below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be. Way down, below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be. Way down, below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be. Way down. She may. She may. She may. She may. Below the ocean. She may. She may. She may. Where. She may. She may. She may. I wanna be, she may be. My antediluvian baby. Way down. She may. She may. She may. She may. Below the ocean. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. She may. She may. She may. Where. I wanna see you some day. She may. She may. She may. I wanna be, She may be. My antediluvian baby. Way down. She may. She may. She may. She may. Below the ocean. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. She may. She may. She may. Where. She may. She may. She may. I wanna be, she may be. My antediluvian baby. Way down. She may. She may. She may. She may. Below the ocean. She may. She may. She may. Where. She may. She may. She may. I wanna be, she may be. My antediluvian baby. Way down. She may. She may. She may. She may. I love you, Girl. Below the ocean. She may. She may. She may. I wanna see you some day. She may. She may. She may. Where. She may. She may. She may. I wanna be, she may be. My antediluvian baby. Way down. Oh, yeah! She may. She may. She may. She may. Below the ocean. She may. She may. She may. I wanna see you some day. She may. She may. She may. Where. Ah. She may. She may. She may. I wanna be, she may be. My antediluvian baby. Way down. She may. She may. She may. She may. Below the ocean. She may. She may. She may. Where. She may. She may. She may. I wanna be, she may be. My antediluvian baby. Way down. She may. She may. She may. She may. Below the ocean. Ah. She may. She may. She may. I wanna see you. Where. She may. She may. She may. I wanna be, she may be. My antediluvian baby. Way down. She may. She may. She may. She may. Below the ocean. You gotta tell me where she gone. She may. She may. She may. Where. I want to see you some day. She may. She may. She may. I wanna be, She may be. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Oh, yeah! Way down. She may. She may. She may. Below the ocean. Oh! Glub! Glub! Down! Down! Yeah! She may. She may. She may. Where. She may. She may. She may. I wanna be, she may be. My antediluvian baby. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! She may. She may. She may. She may. She may.

Donovan - Atlantis - 1968

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 Nature, your essence motherly,

I bear within the being of my will;

And my will’s fire-force,

It steels impulses of the spirit,

So they may bear a sense of self

To bear myself in me.

From ‘The Calendar of the Soul’  written by Rudolf Steiner

Week 26 (Michaelmas and 1st week October)

I am a radiant soul, singing my song

 You are not here to struggle, or strive.

That is one of the most damaging programmes we have inherited and absorbed over the past two millennia.

You are a radiant soul singing your song

into the great web of life,

and in doing so, you are co-creating

everything about our world.

(Prune Harris)

https://www.pruneharris.com/

Riding the Storm

 Courage, 

my enemy, my friend,

fear, not

but, ride the high waves,

shooting stars 

taking me to the depth of the dark seas

and rise, up early to greet the first light,

the first bird song,

the first breath of hope

Surrendering to the knowledge

of machine guided minds

trusting, reinforcing with the ancient knwoledge

inner wisdom, truth and power

Mother Gaia, land, sea, air

you are there

for me

for I believe in 

I and you are me

Calling the Ancient Ones...

 Calling the…. Sun…

flickering flame, warm embrace, shining the bright golden light of the sun Calling the… Moon… grandmother moon, queen of the night, illuminate my heart from the shadow to the new day light Calling the… Stars… ancient ones, sprinkeling bright, weaving the altars with the new threads of this golden light

(Sophia Barrell)

https://soundcloud.com/sophia-barrell/calling-the-ancient-ones-live

Here we meet

 This time

feeling the thickness of the air

the cells in my body,

and my breath is heavier

charged with ancient stardust

with the imprint, there

with the message, we must

carry all womanhood's fair

before, now, and after,

the wombs and the breasts

and all the burden, and all the suffer,

 the pain, the guilt, the worry and all the rest;

for devotion,for biology, 

for love, for hate, and now fear

and all that crap, feminist ideology;

the process of disintegration

molding, rotting, now, here,

and through the generations

and in this life of mine, so sweet,

suddenly turned bitter.

Here we meet

And I am not the quitter

We are all Nature

 We are All Nature

Summer's warm air

And a gentle breeze in my hair;

 blooms and seeds,

crunching under my feet,

Watercolour bleeds

Where colours meet.

Blue air light skies

Blue water bright eyes

Shine, sea, sparkle, be mine

Sand, salt, chalk, beach sublime.

Home is here, these shores sing

Waves sweetley lulling and comforting... 

Home is here

Peace is here

(Susannah)

“Let my Peace which passes all understanding infill and enfold you, for when you are at Peace within, you reflect Peace without, and all those souls you meet will feel that Peace.”

— Eileen Caddy