Gone But Still Here
You’re not alone, you are loved
The darkness you feel is inside, I know
Hard to escape from the self, I understand
It’s always there, I see your pain
Those tears that fall from your face
and bleed into your heart, I feel
I’m here but the fold of the untold
stops you from seeing me
Where all here for you, you are loved
If all you see is anguish and refrain misdeeds
hatred and misunderstandings
You can’t see our hands reaching out to yours
You are never alone there will always be angels
a collective of people living here on earth
helping those back to the path of love
just look above we are here.
I’m Earth Poem
I am Earth, what you are mining is mine.
Take my trees. Take my forest.
The tides will change.
There comes a time, where I react to the hurtful abuse.
It’s a ruse! I have reached the point of no return.
I’ve been burning too long. No more strong.
To their surprise, many knew, many shall rise.
In the background working hard to keep the illusion and duality.
In the foreground fighting hard-working to break the confusion.
To heal the wounds of manipulative mind control.
The suit and tie. Money and guns.
Not enough to make us run, nor fault for temptation.
Honesty sweet contemplation on our side.
A domino of higher consciousness spread all around the world.
Empires will fall and a few will want to maul.
Change is evident, social disarray, chaos before the calm.
A new understanding of life and society places us in a state of sobriety.
Free from the ills of theft and slavery.
Planet Earth needs us now, right now.
The rise of the light. – © Earth poem by Ian Scott
Third Eye Spiritual Poetry
The pineal gland, the 6th chakra,
a strong human marker.
The third eye chakra.
Hocus pocus, eye of Horus
pyramid lies, horror of the unwise.
The blurred lines become clear,
there is no need to fear.
Open the gates our supernatural power awaits,
covered, not hidden, secrets disguised.
No longer hypnotized,
the sage in all of us is on the rise.
Reconnect with the source, heal the remorse
that has been placed so strategically on our course.
Laying dormant, calcified, not in use, a planned spruce.
Seen as awakening, really just re-opening,
thank the light of earth for the Silica Sea.
Universal secrets contained in the size of a pea.
Planetary vibrations, we all but miss,
harmonic resonation is at our reach.
Not to be missed, do not breach.
A calculated metaphysical preach.
Evoking the serpent fire, (kundalini)
winding and finding its way to my core.
Once opened visions forevermore,
enlightenment and ascension in store.
Vapoured colour appearing, aura’s seeing
feeling the sounds, hearing the sights.
Nirvana in full flight,
astral observations at night.
Time to reclaim our right
no need to fight.
Cosmic flow is in the know
we just need to move,
move along with the groove.
Live in the music of the universe –
© by psychic medium Ian Scott
Ain’t no Guru
Sit to high
May just fall
When we talk
we are all tall.
Always time for reason.
The mind behind the eye’s
decides the prize.
The soul inside
reaches for its fate
before it’s too late.
Not a gold chalice,
but a goblet carved from oak,
wrapped in an invisible cloak.
The scene set
octagon table beset.
Awaken the fires
Shift the winds
Flow the waters
Become the earth
Configure, stimulate, release.
Look to the sky
Look at the ground
Build the connection
between the two.
In the middle is us.
Reside in this power
collect its equivalent shower.
Unity is accomplished in the mind,
the minds of all men.
No meeting is needed
Nor an introduction.
Connect now connect
with everyone on the planet.
Feel it’s power, feel it’s love.
Set free the unbinding and equal love
you have conjured release.
Release and gather again.
No one is alone we are all connected.
To all connect together not a sound
nor word is needed.
It’s just in the knowledge
that we all hear each other.
© psychic medium Ian Scott
In the centre of my circle
I stand silently alone
And invoke the noble presence
Of the maiden and the crone
And I wait for the Light Bearer
To emerge from deep within
As the sacred fires of Brighid
Tell the song that I’m to sing.
Robed in veiled scarves of seven
I am joined by the eleven
Other women who have bells and trinkets made
For the cleansing and the mensing
Gushing vigilant intention
As we dance the spiralled circles in the glade
And within the darkened forest
Dwell the elves of Father Norris
Joining in the deepest frenzy of the Glen
In a brotherhood of gestures
For the maidens and the questers
Who protects the love and honouring of men
In our hearts, we feel a longing
For the singing and a singing
Of a joy that we recall of ages past
Of a union once developed
And immersed within, enveloped
By the patterns of a universe so vast
Whirling naked in the moonlight
Round the waters in the cave
By the rocks and pastures sloping on the hill
Calling creatures from the Ocean
To rejoice in the devotion
Of the ultimate protection of her will
Whirling, whirling spinning, twirling,
Clapping hand above our head and in the air
Drawing patterns taught by Merlin
Of the alchemy of pearl
Implanted once upon a grain of sand and care.
Tanka Poetry The Messenger
Ripples in the wind
The reflections of the palm
Hustle and shuffle
The chaotic winds unfurl
Messenger of Gaia.
© Daichi Sakamoto
51 White Stars
Fifty-one white stars rise into the sky
Soldiers trail the ground like a deadly snake
The roars of industry fly up high
Bombs rain down, the inevitable quake
Seas of fiery devastation strike
The battlefield littered with wrecks of tanks
My brothers go down, they were all alike
Fighting for freedom, climbing up the ranks
Trained rough and tough and given a weapon
Day by day men face the heat of battle
For those who fell, let them rest in heaven
As only the lucky dodge the barrel.
Until this Armageddon ends I roar
Will we ever stop throwing men at war?
© Daichi Sakamoto
“Excuse me, bro”
I notice a frown, are you a bit down
Hey hey brother ! are you alright
don’t want to pry, but I notice you cry
Hey brother hop on your feet
throw your arm around me I will help you walk again
Rest your weight with me,
it’s OK everything will be alright, we can’t always be in flight.
Hey hey sis
It’s just a strange mister,
but I have a question for you
I notice your eyes in despair
your feet sore and the life has gone
Hey, sister jump on my back I’ll carry you,
it’s alright we can’t all be strong at the same time
Hey sister rest your head on my shoulders
let your tears soothe my heart.
Hey hey brother
Are you alright
come with me, hold my hand
I will walk with you,
hey we are all friends, we are all brothers
My brother, my sister, my friend,
I want to hold you in my arms
Tell you everything is alright, have a little rest,
so you can come to your best.
To the brothers and sisters of the Earth family love Ian Scott
Wizards Apprentice In The Beginning
Go right at the Birch Forest
When you cross the brimstone
Do not forget to evoke
The Druids of the sacred Oak
Travel forth travel long
Through the changes of the blackthorn
You will know the path by the runestone carved in Pine
Laying on a crossed Ivy Vine
It points the way and will never lead you astray
It is the great Wizard Donbalan you seek a master of Herbal Lore
Just beyond the mound on the rim of the Elder forest
High up on the mountain cliff, a cave may be found
Wait till nightfall signal Donbalan from a distance
with a firelight made from Ash and Holly
The smell of the smoke assures safe passage
Alerting him a friend is near without a startling fear
Nine days and nine nights
And the nine passages all leading to light
Through around and intertwined with the Oak
We craft a wand of Elder © psychic medium Ian Scott
Ah-ha, my little lady of the East
I’ve come to join you in the feast of savouring the sweet delights
Of glowing golden vessels of the night
What sumptuous treat would you enjoy?
What favour can I give you?
What sweet aroma is your joy?
Ahhhh… If only I could live you!
…I’d sour the skies with wings and eyes to carry me asunder –
And dance the heavens with the clouds and play with rain and thunder…
I’d gladly swing upon the light that’s beaming with abundance
And from my bosom, I would feed my passion with fecund ness
Endowed with mother’s milk are dripping with a pleasure
Of womanhood, well understood by living life of treasure.
With sisters, all united in a gesture and a flourish
Prepared to feed her juices to the one who’s undernourished
A tribe of angels from a group of Eagles of a feather
To gather up, and rally round the changing of the weather
The season’s come for womankind to gather all with wonder,
And journey in, prepare her yin from in the deep down under
The cycling Lilith moon which is your womb will pull you into her rhythm,
And draw you back to fill the lack of love that you’ve been given
That ecstasy you know you are in solitude and mooning
And fantasies of sharing love and intimately swooning.
So be prepared to move along and listen without warning
And then await the break of day in welcoming the morning
And be aware, my little one of illusionary persuasion,
Which takes you out and roundabout with New Age information
Beneath the pain, you can’t explain the rivers as they surface
Our crystal clear, to start this year of seasons with a purpose
So … “it’s a choice”, they say to you,
I wonder if they relish in knowing paradoxically .. there is no choice in cherish?
But choose you must to clear the dust from clouding up your vision
Of destined paths that circle round intent upon their mission
But ward them off!
They do not fit the pattern you are wearing
And only serve to jumble up and scramble light and hearing
The sound abounds and twirls around the pillars as they’re standing
To guard the golden realm of love that living life’s commanding
So come on through the underworld of doom and fear and gloom,
And clear a space within this place and sweep it with your broom.
The cobbing webs all hanging around the rafters of your dungeon
Will need to stay to ward away the lies it is expunging
A battle you will fight alone.
For only you can fight it, to clear the space
Inviting Grace and burning flames ignite it.
O, Man –
You gallantly display your vessels’ armour!
And twist and bend our strength within this drama
The spider sits –
She never spits her venom uninvited!
And from her place of velvet lace, she spins until requited
Her lover knows the cons and pros before he dares unite her,
Prepared to die beyond the lie…. To please her and excite her
It is sacred Dear Woman…
They have you chained, imprisoned, maimed and Slaughtered at their quimzy –
And call you filth, destroy your zilth – and sometimes you feel flimsy
Your weakness lies within your love of being much to giving,
To greed and lust for others must not suck you of your living!
And how you long to just relax and concentrate on grieving
The lack of love that has been taxed by giving and receiving
To not defend and let it mend without control or slavery
For they’ll not honour you just yet with medals for your bravery
It is a lonely path you choose when others without honour
Discard the trust, which is a must – For then you are a gonna!
We can’t remain and go insane – deny our intuition!
Or how can a woman grow the seed implanted to fruition?
There is an ancient sacred depth to this divine intention
With its focus at the source and breadth of holy intervention
To cut it loose, alive and free of burdens that it carries
Allowing Ruth to guard the truth and union that it marries
The bells they ring and echo in and around the caves of Eden,
Astounding sounds of holy grounds where love and joy are breeding’
It’s belly full of life juice and fluent inhibition – of peace this time,
O Holy Queen of heightened intuition
We’ve all been waiting for this time, releasing of the curses
Of crimes of times of blood and mimes and chariots and horses
To lead the way in light of day, not hidden in the darkness of underworld,
Where you’ve been hurled to feel our own separateness
A Holy Birth!
And it is worth the glories of its labour,
Rejoicing in the perfect yin, Delicious in its flavour!
So take a breath
Prepare your death rejoicing in the knowing
That life is born from what we mourn and love is ever-growing
© by Jyoti Eagles