Tuesday, April 29, 2008

The night of the escape


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part 2 Two years later

How well I remember every frightening detail of my last night on my beloved Iona. Once my mother kissed me farewell I was taken by the arm by Hilda, my personal protector , and rushed down the bank to a waiting boat.. She had been my protector and teacher ever since I was old enough to remember. As we crawled into the shallow boat I was relieved to see that she was coming with me. Even though she was much older then my mother, overweight, and not able to move very swiftly from arthritis I knew she loved me and would always protect me.
We could not have had a worst night to go on the water. It was dark, cold, breezy and a fine mist was falling. Worst yet the fog was rolling in. I was frightened, heart sick and cold but I was assured by Hilda and the two boat men that all this worked to our advantage. If the enemy saw us there was no predicting our fat e.
Hilda wrapped me up in a heavy blanket and encouraged me to try to get some sleep to help the time go by but that was impossible. I could not turn off my mind. Too much had happened to me in just a few hours. Mother and Hilda had known about this for a week and had been organizing the escape privately for me to leave immediately after my party but felt it best not to say a word until the time for my escape. As I was next in line for the crown, eliminating me was necessary to destroy the organization.. I could understand there reasons for top secrecy but it did not make the shock any easier for me. In the deep pocket inside my cape was a letter wraped in parchment, with all the instructions for my escape and future. For security I would reach in and touch the pocket wondering what would happen to me. I had never felt this horrible insecurity before.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

To Alexandria

For a year now I have been sitting in a comunity in a remote countryside in Britiany. I must tell you about my exciting journey down the coast until l we hoo0ked up with a stagecoach to the interior and the community of my fathers followers. He is high priest in the Essene religion and the whole community have shared all the knowledge they had to bring me to this point in time. Today I turned 18 and have been accepted into Alexandria shared knowledge courses. I can not believe that all my and my mothers dreams are now coming true. Even though she was killed in the first invasion of Iona I know she is watching down on me and is sharing my excitement. Thanks to my fathers influences I can fulfill my destiny. The first thing I have packed is my journal which I fully intend to enter my adventures and progress but first I want to tell you about the trip to this village. It was scary but exciting and I just cant go on until I bring this journey up to date. The only sad part of this whole adventure is that I cannot share it with my mother.

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Thursday, June 08, 2006

In the mind

I am not gone,
I just am not here.
In written words.

My eyes are not friendly
with the glare of the screen
So I go inside.

Danu still lives, and
Iona journey continues
within my mind.

With every passing day
the vision becomes clearer
to the pre history world

And Danue will continue
on her journey through time
to Alexandria

In the mind

I am not gone,
I just am not here.
In written words.

My eyes are not friendly
with the glare of the screen
So I go inside.

Danu still lives, and
Iona journey continues
within my mind.

With every passing day
the vision becomes clearer
to the pre history world

And Danue will continue
on her journey through time
to Alexandria

Thursday, March 16, 2006

So I wasn't cut out to be a nice old lady!

Yesterday a tiny pot
fresh basil for its delicate scent
frail color
leaves translucent against the morning sun
in my kitchen window

Today a grey green blob
thick and dark
a caterpillar weaving a trail of holes
curled
I kill the competition
and in my anger
find his brothers too

He's had his vengeance
I can't eat
my basil
despite
my victory

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Intuition - Guardian of Lemurian Mysteries

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In the Land of Spells and Enchantments Intuition, one of the guardians of the Lemuria Mysteries, offers to look through her third eye and do a reading for you.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Too long on the road

I've been too long at play
too long on a road that wanders in and out
through valleys
and distant mountains
watched the spring poplar blossoms burst
into green mists
plucked lotus flowers
talked to strangers
rested with tired bones on islands
danced
the dance of living
now I want to be with a few old friends
to know without talk the folk I've always known
to be with you without the need
to tell you
who I am

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Lemurian Mysteries...



is a lovely place to sit with fond memories. Thought I'd put some green beauty here from nature's bounty...enjoy.
copyright Monika Roleff 2005.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

By the Lake

The Raven Harp

You know, of course, of the Loom –
for ‘tis part of each spirits memory
of the musical score on which this Attention
is writ and gifted thee in Covenant.

Close your nether eye and rest –
the woof strands stretch from whence to everbeen,
numbering twenty-four in Current suspension
which is of our being and endearment.

Pray ignore for a moment –
the slipp’ry shuttle and fine colored thread
you have chosen for a tapestry of being,
and claim a new image of wonder.

Imagine a cosmic harp –
one of known strings turned tight and tuned,
that murmur Aeolian before the breath of god,
never stilled except by your intention.

Escape Hamlet’s dilemma –
for there are three, not two choice of being;
and these can be mixed and varied in delusion,
save you must act within each Current sound.

You may just enjoy the song –
Simply reaching out with proud soul whiskers
to embrace the vibrations in profound ecstasy
that sing of eternal love and creation.

Or you may pluck the strings –
joining with that vibrant touch of wisdom,
and adding to resonance and sound quality
to caress all spirits so drawn in kind.

Lastly, you may mute the string –
dampen its bold power and energy;
and in so doing choose to deny Source and all,
casting a vote to end this Attention.

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