Pre-Hadean Yule...

Pre-Hadean Yule...

Last Christmas before we cross Styx,

The Ferryman is collecting Salvation Army coins,

Ringing a bell,

A bright brass bell .

After this Christmas,

Pluto will be in Aquarius until I'm eighty-two,

Better sing for this yule,

'Cause the water under the boat,

That's all chop on my reflection.

If I see angels on this ride,

I just might need some company,

And gallons of coffee and nog.

Last Christmas before we cross Styx,

The Ferryman is collecting Salvation Army coins,

Ringing a bell,

A bright brass bell .

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 11/28/2023

Grateful For The Birds...

Grateful For The Birds...

A taste for wilderness,

Air that leaves you softly sleeping,

A walk with family,

Soft tawny cool and misty,

A pumpkin pie dream,

Strolling along cranberry rocks in a coffee creek,

Gobbled and gone before you know it,

Sweet while here,

The best holiday,

Feast and friends,

Thank-you whispers,

Straight from an Autumn soul.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 11/22/2023

What I see in a Christmas (Yule) tree:

What I see in a Christmas (Yule) tree:

Star at top of tree: Polaris, the "North Star"

Tree: Yggdrasil, the "world tree" that represents the three worlds of shamanism, lower (roots), middle (spiritual analog to Earth), and upper (where archetypal and other "advanced" spirits live)

Garland on the tree: the path around and through the three worlds

Lights, ornaments, etc on the tree: the "spirits" living in the three worlds. In shamanistic tradition, everything is alive and has a spirit. Also all the stars in the heavens circling the pole star.

Presents at the foot of the tree: gifts from our ancestors, including spiritual wisdom, physical traits, and their time with us. Our ancestors' spirits reside in the underworld/lower world.

Northern tradition / Norse shamanic meditation guide for the Winter months when we turn inward.

AquarianM - Dan Stafford

Autumn's Palette...

Autumn's Palette...

Soft charcoal and wind,

Atop a fire-limned ocean,

Swirling bird clouds dancing,

Spider webs and bursting milkweed,

Cattail seeds tufting on the wind,

The world is damp and at the fringes of life,

Ghosts haunt the fields and hollows,

Bygone Summer days withering away.

Everything dies in color,

Except only the sky,

Awash in endless varietals of grey,

Another year dancing to Autumn's Palette.

AquarianM

By Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 11//11/2023

The Alternity Glamour...

The Alternity Glamour...

Forged in the fires of the Elden Flame,

A cold shroud of logic cloaks the gate,

Hides with the mist of glamour the underlay,

The magical nature of this reality.

We sport Vulcan ears to chase the clues,

All the better to hear quantumn whispers of long ago Wizards,

For it is we who reside in Oz,

As it resides in our hearts.

All we learn,

All we do,

Just to escape the cold sleep of poppy-field logic,

We who awake would cry the names of stars to set them alight.

Crystals are memory's frozen tears,

And everything below the surface glows,

The illusion is constructed of light and will,

To this we are bound by our own covenant,

Dreaming poppy-eyed dreams of the Alternity Glamour,

Waiting to awaken.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 11/05/2023