Post by Micaela Amaya on Feb 7, 2013 12:06:38 GMT -5
Dark passions rise in flames of desire. A curvature within the body of the sprint world. A bending of the Sight. A depletion of the Power.
A young Maiden scratches runes in the dirt floor of a cave. An old Crone draws a Circle of Protection with a staff carved from the branch of the Ash Tree. A new Mother tosses Oak and Willow, Nettle and Hawthorn into the mystical flames. As the fire spits and crackles and thick, blue smoke rises towards the painted ceiling of the cave, the Maiden, Mother, Crone become one within the dark figure who settles to the floor to ponder the runes of the Hokkani bâso—lellin dudikabin.
The Great Secret.
The woman begins to rock forward and back, forward and back as the words of Seeing fall from her lips. Her eyes seek the pathways that will tell her where the Child of the People has gone. Where the Truth of the matter will be found. There is a Gap. A Failing. A Denial. A Bending of the Will of the People.
The woman fills an earthen jar with water taken from a stream. The water taken with the current not against. Within the earthen jar, within the water, she places seven coals, seven handfuls of meal and seven cloves of garlic. She places the earthen jar upon the fire and as it boils she stirs it with a three-forked twig made of Willow and begins to chant:
The woman now sees through the Veil. Through the Smoke and the Sin of Passion she sees to the Heart of the Matter. A rift has been torn into the fabric of the World. An opening of Sin and Retribution. A Child of the People has wavered from the Path and the People suffer. A Child of the People will soon be born and a Child of the People will soon perish.
Her vision clears and the earthen jar, now stressed by the heat of the mystical flames, explodes extinguishing the fire; extinguishing the vision.
A day and a night pass as the woman ponders the vision. Ponders the acts of love and sinful pride. Ponders the needs of The People and weights them against the greed and selfish desires of others. Those who are not One with the People. She sees the runes. She sees the cold breath of death and the warm kiss of life as they bend the Magicks and expose the Truth. She sees her path and knows what must be done.
Micaela Amaya, who is Crone, Mother, Maiden of the Gypsy people rises from the cold, dirt floor of the cave, takes up her staff and walks the winding, maze-like pathways that lead through the hard, barren mountains of Ilshenar to the camps of the Gypsy people. Ignoring the open-mouthed stares and shouts of astonishment from those who see and recognize her, she passes unheeded through the camps and out into the world. Out of the Spirit World. Out of the Realm of Mist and Mystery she passes. Climbing the stairs she stands before the Gates of Compassion, sets her vision on the Path and steps within the gateway to emerge in the city of the King; the City of Britain.
A young Maiden scratches runes in the dirt floor of a cave. An old Crone draws a Circle of Protection with a staff carved from the branch of the Ash Tree. A new Mother tosses Oak and Willow, Nettle and Hawthorn into the mystical flames. As the fire spits and crackles and thick, blue smoke rises towards the painted ceiling of the cave, the Maiden, Mother, Crone become one within the dark figure who settles to the floor to ponder the runes of the Hokkani bâso—lellin dudikabin.
The Great Secret.
The woman begins to rock forward and back, forward and back as the words of Seeing fall from her lips. Her eyes seek the pathways that will tell her where the Child of the People has gone. Where the Truth of the matter will be found. There is a Gap. A Failing. A Denial. A Bending of the Will of the People.
The woman fills an earthen jar with water taken from a stream. The water taken with the current not against. Within the earthen jar, within the water, she places seven coals, seven handfuls of meal and seven cloves of garlic. She places the earthen jar upon the fire and as it boils she stirs it with a three-forked twig made of Willow and begins to chant:
"Miseç' yakhá tut dikhen,
Te yon káthe mudáren
Te átunci eftá coká
Te çaven miseçe yakhá;
Miseç' yakhá tut dikhen,
Te yon káthe mudáren
But práhestár e yakhá
Atunci kores th'ávená;
Miseç' yakhá tut dikhen
Te yon káthe mudáren
Pçábuvená pçábuvená
Andre develeskero yakhá!"
"Evil eyes look on thee,
May they here extinguished be
And then seven ravens
Pluck out the evil eyes
Evil eyes now look on thee.
May they soon extinguished be!
Much dust in the eyes,
Thence may they become blind,
Evil eyes now look on thee;
May they soon extinguished be!
May they burn, may they burn
In the fire of the Goddess!"
Te yon káthe mudáren
Te átunci eftá coká
Te çaven miseçe yakhá;
Miseç' yakhá tut dikhen,
Te yon káthe mudáren
But práhestár e yakhá
Atunci kores th'ávená;
Miseç' yakhá tut dikhen
Te yon káthe mudáren
Pçábuvená pçábuvená
Andre develeskero yakhá!"
"Evil eyes look on thee,
May they here extinguished be
And then seven ravens
Pluck out the evil eyes
Evil eyes now look on thee.
May they soon extinguished be!
Much dust in the eyes,
Thence may they become blind,
Evil eyes now look on thee;
May they soon extinguished be!
May they burn, may they burn
In the fire of the Goddess!"
The woman now sees through the Veil. Through the Smoke and the Sin of Passion she sees to the Heart of the Matter. A rift has been torn into the fabric of the World. An opening of Sin and Retribution. A Child of the People has wavered from the Path and the People suffer. A Child of the People will soon be born and a Child of the People will soon perish.
Her vision clears and the earthen jar, now stressed by the heat of the mystical flames, explodes extinguishing the fire; extinguishing the vision.
A day and a night pass as the woman ponders the vision. Ponders the acts of love and sinful pride. Ponders the needs of The People and weights them against the greed and selfish desires of others. Those who are not One with the People. She sees the runes. She sees the cold breath of death and the warm kiss of life as they bend the Magicks and expose the Truth. She sees her path and knows what must be done.
Micaela Amaya, who is Crone, Mother, Maiden of the Gypsy people rises from the cold, dirt floor of the cave, takes up her staff and walks the winding, maze-like pathways that lead through the hard, barren mountains of Ilshenar to the camps of the Gypsy people. Ignoring the open-mouthed stares and shouts of astonishment from those who see and recognize her, she passes unheeded through the camps and out into the world. Out of the Spirit World. Out of the Realm of Mist and Mystery she passes. Climbing the stairs she stands before the Gates of Compassion, sets her vision on the Path and steps within the gateway to emerge in the city of the King; the City of Britain.