My journeys through the desert region of this strange country have been bizarre and often disquieting. Djinns, vampires, ancient Khemetic gods and alchemists emerged from the wastes to divert me from my destination. Whatever that may be. I’m an explorer and collector of stories, occasional shaman and dimension traveller. These days you have to be multi-skilled, makes you more employable apparently. Still not sure whether the alchemist was my old teacher. Many unfriendly entities occupy this region and have trapped the unwise and unwary over thousands of years. They use our fears and desires against us. Lucky for me Anpu turned up when he did. I have to be mindful of my thoughts, they seem to take on a life of their own as soon as I’ve created them. A family skill and one that’s made us valuable to many unsavoury and power-hungry characters. Ah well. This forest is a welcome relief from the searing heat of yesterday. It has quite a special atmosphere and reminiscent of the ancient temples of the Goddess. I’m a devotee of Inanna but revere the deities of other lands. These temples were open to the elements, in fact were the elements and natural world. It seems like destiny that one of Her priestesses and I have met in this place. Yet, she seems more than a priestess. So familiar, so familiar. We’ve met before but I can’t seem to remember where. She’s offered to tell me her story, what a privilege. Anyway, my pen is ready, none of your electronic devices for me. A pen and notebook are easier to carry. Continue reading
Lost in misty, moss-green silence Seek her eyes in wild abandon Midnight tresses bind you * Huntress of the shadow land Talon-sharp her laughter Lost in misty, moss-green silence * Underneath the dark cascade Silken ripples drown you Seek her eyes in wild abandon * Cold within the eagle’s eyrie Velvet madness bleeds you dry […]
The journey so far hasn’t been without its dangers and difficulties. The desert, as I’ve previously stated, is filled with unfriendly entities. Illusions have dogged me (sorry Great One!) from the start. Doubts had chipped away at the foundation of my grand tour of the ancient Egyptian landscape. Well, desert at least. This journey is after all symbolic, an exploration of an archetype and god. One who is perhaps older than death. I now sound like the priesthood of old who proclaimed the supremacy of their deity above all others. Ye gods! As writers we create characters and landscapes, not on a potter’s wheel like Khnum but with words. Our creations are given the breath of life and the threads to weave stories and adventures. Their exploits engage our attention, or not. Regardless, they provoke a reaction from us.
Our experience in the Palace of Illusions has shaken me. There will be further tests, getting harder at each stage of the journey. My teacher can only take me to a certain point and then, we may never see each other again. What have I learnt so far? Always trust your intuition and gut instinct. There are more ways of seeing the world than through the physical eyes. There are more ways of existing in the world than in the vessel I call my body. The power of the mind and brain are beyond comprehension. Physical barriers can be transcended through right training and attitude. We can rearrange the atoms of life and matter, it can be done through consciousness only. The Universe operates in ways that we are only beginning to understand at this point of our evolution. Didn’t I learn that from all the centuries of study and practical work ? Death at an early age may have robbed me of my teacher’s tutelage, others soon took his place over the centuries. Sounds funny saying that out aloud, reincarnation. A concept that’s an integral part of many cultures and traditions. I learnt to be open-minded regarding many things. Only some of my memories are coming back, which is frustrating but I need to be patient. Fear has a way of opening doors that have remained locked for a long time. Continue reading