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https://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-57751918
"Since the start of the heatwave, people have linked the unusual and extreme nature of the event to climate change. Now, researchers say that the chances of it occurring without human-induced warming were virtually impossible."
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| Archangel Michael by Lauren Raine (2018) |
The
Michael Invocation
by Ama Nazra
Archangel Michael,
Remove all attachments from me,
All negative energy forms,
All negative thought forms,
All heavy energy forms.
All intruders and mischief makers,
All astral forces and dominants,
All small demons and large demons,
including succubus and incubus.
All living humans who try to steal my energy,
Or do me any other harm,
Blessed Michael,
Find all humans in Spirit who are Lost around me,
and take them Home into the Light.
Remove all threads and bindings
All cords and ties, All chains and devices of any kind
All curses and hexes on any level
And all karmic patterns which are 'self'-defeating
And karmic links that are no longer needed
Return me to my perfect energy now please
I ask this in the name of the Divine,
Thank you.
Amen
Where it came from ...
The above is by Ama Nazra from the website Sacred Gates/Victorian Paranormal Connection. Please visit the link below to read more:
http://www.victorianparanormalconnection.com.au/MichaelInvocation.html
As she has written about the Invocation:
"I've been using and adapting the Michael Invocation for the past fifteen years as a means of clearing people's energy, and the energy of their homes and other buildings. The Invocation has changed over time, as the situations people have found themselves in have become more difficult to manage, or more complicated to understand. It has never failed to provide relief on many levels."
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In Ursula Leguin's Earthsea Novels, the Summer Solstice is celebrated by dancing "the Long Dance" all night, to watch the sun rise in the morning. Something many do on this planet as well, and still. I have done so myself. I wish all the Blessings of the Day, and may we each find a way to "dance the Long Dance" together in body or in spirit this sacred and most primeval day. Here (again, and again) is the poem I share on such days, because the words and harp of the poet will always arise as I look out at the rising sun on the Solstice, the "World's Self Seen" in all of Her abundance, no matter where I am. "Every blue yonder Her brass harp rings" for those who can stop, who will listen to the deep throb of the Heartbeat, to the Harp strings sounding. "She will seal us with Her seed", the poet tells us, and this, strangely, is the taste of immortality I experience, each Solstice, when I stop to listen to the Song that Walks among us.
Every morning when I rise with the sun to water my garden, and especially this morning, I find myself talking to all the people that live there. The tall sunflowers, making seeds beloved by finches and sparrows. The desert tortoise who has decided to live here. My cats, and the green scarab beetles getting drunk on tree sap. The bees, having a drink at the bird bath, and the hummingbird. All the beings sensed and unseen, but friendly somehow too. As a child, the garden was full of "people" for me to visit, and now, an old woman, I seem to have returned again to that happy experience, unconcerned with what others think, and increasingly tired of all my human "identities" at last. So much is possible by just shifting the way we see things, from an "it" to a "you". When we "see with a Webbed Vision". The world becomes again conversant. I think (again) of a story by Ursula Leguin called "May's Lion" that speaks so eloquently to that power of naming. But let the rest of this post belong (again) to the Poet, Robin Williamson. And the Glory of the Summer Solstice!
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| Summer Solstice, Brushwood, 2008 |
Verses from Powis
I am a lover of the steady Earth
And of Her waters.
She says: “Let the light be brilliant,
for those who will cherish color.”
What if there be no Heaven?
She says: “Touch my Breasts - the fields are golden.”
Her Songs are all of love, lifelong.
Every blue yonder, Her brass harp rings.
Unlettered, in Her rivers our cherished sins
Drift voiceless in Her clouds.
She will rust us with blossom
She will forgive us
She will seal us
with Her seed.
Robin Williamson
You that create the diversity of the forms:
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The Guest-House
This being human is a guest-house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you
out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
I'm at a funky hot spring I sometimes go to when I need to, and this morning I saw a beautiful snake curled up by my campsite. Determining that it was not a rattle snake, I watched it unwind, flash its forked tongue at me a few times, and then spiral away slowly into the bushes. I felt quite graced by that presence! Which may or may not have anything to do with finding another "book that never happened" in my Blog, and wanting to share it again, as well as to remind myself to not let it just vanish. It was a proposal for a book arts residency that I didn't get. I really should see about just finishing the book myself somehow........................
All images are copyright Lauren Raine MFA (2017)
