Sunday, October 30, 2005

All Soul's Night



To mark All Soul's Night I took a ride with Baba, in her black swan, to the Isle of the Dead and met the Queen of the Serpents who guards the entrance to the underworld. I took a small vile of pure Castalian Water, collected at Delphi and we drank to creativity. The Serpent has blessed all travellers on the Soul Food Silk Way.




While Travellers celebrate Halloween and All Soul's Night le Enchanteur wanders deeper into the Serpent Queen's Cave, on the Isle of the Dead, to see her world. She is dazzled by the beauty of the Queen and her Treasury. The Queen has secrets to share.



The Serpent Queen gives le Enchanteur the greatest gift of all. She reunites her with her faithful Spirit Servant who will willingly do her bidding.



Saturday, October 29, 2005

Heather Plants One of Le Enchanteur's Dream Seeds



For Jack, Bessie, Dick, Fanny and all those characters who courgeously climbed, ever upwards, to explore unchartered regions
Seeds planted by those with green fingers always thrive.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Dream Seeds and The Divination Tent - Mystery Solved

When L'Enchanteur devised the idea of the Divination Tent I knew I wanted to go there, but kept coming and going, not knowing what to do. It took the beautiful sketch of the fertility goddess to birth the Tree of Letters at the Hermitage, thereby setting off the thread of her divination. That is, I had to do the work to get the answer. I had no idea this would be birthed, a lost love letter from an animus, to his anima, separated in another time and space. The Tree had saved this message for me, and now it's where it was always meant to be, in my hands.... not in anyone else's. It's one thing to ask, another thing to meditate, and another to make it materialise. So just coming up to All Hallow's Eve, I have put some old ghosts to rest, finally.....

Dear Salamander (?),
Weeks, years, have passed since your mother found me wanting, and your father made me wait. I lower my fine hat brim as I write, against the Italian sun. The light blooms on the stone ruins of old, and I feel the warmth as I sit and write to you from far away. Ruins all around me of a Golden Age, I can only find respite in my pen. You would be resolute and angry in the English Countryside, dreaming of poets and colours. They didn't wait to let you come and see me, so I could only leave, knowing I was leaving part of myself behind.

Two years on the ring I sought to please you with lies untainted in my breast pocket, a shining example of love. The world has no choice but to leave love at it's last, and might I have any recourse to believe otherwise, none has come to me.

No letter from your fine pen has reached me in the Italian sunshine, no other has caught my eye. Letters fly from me to you, only to return to me in tatters. I will write until you notice that love does not die. It is only the suspicion of it that lives, back in the place where you were born.

I cannot believe you have not read any of my lines, my poems to you, -- I am dreaded to think these may have been intercepted by hands older than your own. Did you ever see them? Were they only drifts on the wind? White shades against the blue?

Write, as I may wait for you, in the Italian sun, stone warmed by light.

yours in the truest confidence,
Columbine (?) 1670 Italy.

I sat in silence, and wonder, at the tree that had saved this missive, in spite of older hands, so long ago. How was it that it came back to me at last? Green circles, perhaps?
copyright Monika Roleff 2005.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Dream Seeds



The 'Fertility Goddess' or 'Mother Goddess' is a more complex image than most people think. She is not only the Mother Goddess who commands fertility, or the Lady of the Beasts who governs animals and all wild nature, or the frightening Mother Terrible but a composite image with traits accumulated from both the pre-agricultural and agricultural eras - Maria Gimbutus

In the Northern Hemisphere there were traditionally fertility ceremonies during the latter part of October. To mark this period le Enchanteur is offering dream seeds for travellers to plant, nurture and use to identify their creative dreams.

Friday, October 21, 2005

Shimmering Gaze

The Full moon is still in the sky when I wake. I take my time bathing
and wear a simple dress of pale blue cotton and my summer cloak.

The Enchantress takes a small group of us on a hidden path. We wait
in a shadowy grove. One by one we disappear into the trees.

Quietly, the Enchantress nods to me it’s my turn. I set onto the
footpath and turn into a clearing.

The lake is peaceful and wide. The water reflects the coming day.
Cranes in the reeds search for food.

I breathe in the cool morning air. Mist collects and drifts across
the water. I smile contentedly and remember why I am here.

I settle myself near the edge gazing into the water,
my reflection still.

As I suspected, just boring old me. A shimmer slowly cuts the water
like a shiver.

A bear appears. I know this bear.
It is me,
when I was afraid living in Los Angeles.
It’s like an old friend, I had forgotten.

In mid thought the water ripples again.

A distant echo…A whisper

Shinjo

A dark silhouette with horns, looms into view.
A samurai in gleaming woven armor.
My samurai ancestor.

But it is me just me.

Be brave. Go forward without regret.

My ancestor looks at me from the reflection.
I see his blazing eyes.

The image softens and it is my eyes. I nod to myself
and my ancestors that are beginning to haunt me.

They are really trying to impart me with their knowledge.
They think if they keep repeating the words
I will hear them better.

I do hear them.

They give me vision beyond myself
my reflection smiles.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Pied Piper Archetype



When le Enchanteur is in Pied Piper mode there is electricity in the air and Pegasus cannot resist coming to take someone with her, on the wings of imagination. Le Enchanteur is playing a tune that the hardiest of travellers will find hard to resist. Follow her and go for a night ride, beyond that Harvest Moon, with Pegasus. Pegasus will take you anywhere in the world. He is yours for the night.

Heather Gazes into the Waters

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Sunday, October 16, 2005

Enchanteur Kneels Before the Reflective Lake Mirror

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Friday, October 14, 2005

A Divination Tool

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The waters of the lake near the Amazon Queen's palace have the power to reveal one's true identity. The Amazonian goes to look in the reflective mirror each day and each day the Raven tells her that they are one. Le Enchanteur takes the receptive to the gazing lake near the Queen's Summer Palace. Gaze into the reflective waters and watch your true identity take shape and stake its claim upon you.