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Qualis nox
Qualis nox fuit illa,
dei magni,
quam mollis torus ille
transfudimus illinc et illinc labellis
erantes animas
curae mortales, vale …
Wat een nacht
Mijn God, wat een nacht
en hoe zacht het bed
en wij goten onze zwervende zielen
tussen elkaars lippen
Vaarwel, sterfelijke zorgen.
-
het is dom om alleen in het goede te willen geloven als ook het slechte bestaat
hoe hard ik het ook zal negeren het slechte zal blijven bestaan want dat is slechts de waarheid
-
Lieve mensen
ik ben op nieuw begonnen
heb een deel van mijn
problemen overwonnen.
Ik voel me weer blijer
niet meer zo depresief
kan weer genieten
klink positief.
Hulp heeft me geholpen
ik heb weer een nieuw leven
waarin ik kan ontvangen
maar ook mijn liefde kan geven.
-
I am Cauac,
initiation of fire on the water,
purple flaming pyre and winnowing rain of final surrender.
If you seek my rapture,
my unspeakable passion for wholeness will purify you,
searing the very foundations on which
you have built your most cherished illusions.
Have you come to the edge of who you know yourself to be?
Step into the abyss of the unknown.
The intensity of your feelings will propel you
through the apparent wall
of your tomb of separation from Source.
There, laving in the lambent waters,
prepare for sacred reunion
with the self that cannot be destroyed
even when lightning strikes.
Summoned I am, by your essence, to clear and purify
all that is not needed in the creation
of the sacred ground of your light body.
I come to release that part of your light and power
that has not been fully freed into love.
Do you stand willing to surrender everything
to become all that you appear not yet to be?
Will you step consciously into
the initiatory flames of transmutation,
to be consumed by the fire of love?
You are changed forever. There is no return.
I am the purple thunderbeing who brings
total transformation.
I am the single moment impacted with a piercing blow,
lightning quick,
bearing the energy necessary to snap you from the trance,
shattering the structuring of your reality.
When you stand so close to truth as to dance
in the intensity of my fires,
my energies will quicken your being
in preparation for ascension, going home!
I offer you freedom from vibrational density.
Cling not to this or that,
for nothing will remain after the storm and the fire,
save the beauty, ecstasy, and perfect naked truth
of who you are as a light being.
I am Cauac.
Ask nothing less of me.
I am born of unity to claim its own!
How palpable is your trust in the pattern of perfection?
How powerful is your commitment to rebirth?
How real is your faith to pilgrimage into the realm
of the unknown?
To what would you cling in my fiery vortex?
After the heat of surrender, I will usher you
into the cooling waters
and the ecstasy of your true identity.
Would you resist or cling?
Come, come to me.
Out of the ashes of transformation,
the phoenix of your God Self will rise,
and you, refined to whiteness, will ascend,
like the sweet, curling smoke of my fires,
into resplendent freedom.
Over mij
- draco
- heemskerk, Netherlands
- Welkom op mijn blog, gezien we het laatste jaar veel doormaken maar niet onze vrienden wil lastig vallen met onze problemen en gevoelens heb ik besloten om een blog te gaan maken waar ik mijn verhalen kwijt kan.. reacties van lezers zijn altijd leuk!, maar voor alle duidelijkheid er zijn bepaalde mensen zoals mijn ex etc, waarvan ik geen reacties hoef op mijn blog gezien ze al overal lopen te stalken en lastig te vallen dus in dit geval zullen die reacties direct verwijderd worden
Gedichtten:
Qualis nox
Qualis nox fuit illa,
dei magni,
quam mollis torus ille
transfudimus illinc et illinc labellis
erantes animas
curae mortales, vale …
Wat een nacht
Mijn God, wat een nacht
en hoe zacht het bed
en wij goten onze zwervende zielen
tussen elkaars lippen
Vaarwel, sterfelijke zorgen.
-
het is dom om alleen in het goede te willen geloven als ook het slechte bestaat
hoe hard ik het ook zal negeren het slechte zal blijven bestaan want dat is slechts de waarheid
-
Lieve mensen
ik ben op nieuw begonnen
heb een deel van mijn
problemen overwonnen.
Ik voel me weer blijer
niet meer zo depresief
kan weer genieten
klink positief.
Hulp heeft me geholpen
ik heb weer een nieuw leven
waarin ik kan ontvangen
maar ook mijn liefde kan geven.
-
I am Cauac,
initiation of fire on the water,
purple flaming pyre and winnowing rain of final surrender.
If you seek my rapture,
my unspeakable passion for wholeness will purify you,
searing the very foundations on which
you have built your most cherished illusions.
Have you come to the edge of who you know yourself to be?
Step into the abyss of the unknown.
The intensity of your feelings will propel you
through the apparent wall
of your tomb of separation from Source.
There, laving in the lambent waters,
prepare for sacred reunion
with the self that cannot be destroyed
even when lightning strikes.
Summoned I am, by your essence, to clear and purify
all that is not needed in the creation
of the sacred ground of your light body.
I come to release that part of your light and power
that has not been fully freed into love.
Do you stand willing to surrender everything
to become all that you appear not yet to be?
Will you step consciously into
the initiatory flames of transmutation,
to be consumed by the fire of love?
You are changed forever. There is no return.
I am the purple thunderbeing who brings
total transformation.
I am the single moment impacted with a piercing blow,
lightning quick,
bearing the energy necessary to snap you from the trance,
shattering the structuring of your reality.
When you stand so close to truth as to dance
in the intensity of my fires,
my energies will quicken your being
in preparation for ascension, going home!
I offer you freedom from vibrational density.
Cling not to this or that,
for nothing will remain after the storm and the fire,
save the beauty, ecstasy, and perfect naked truth
of who you are as a light being.
I am Cauac.
Ask nothing less of me.
I am born of unity to claim its own!
How palpable is your trust in the pattern of perfection?
How powerful is your commitment to rebirth?
How real is your faith to pilgrimage into the realm
of the unknown?
To what would you cling in my fiery vortex?
After the heat of surrender, I will usher you
into the cooling waters
and the ecstasy of your true identity.
Would you resist or cling?
Come, come to me.
Out of the ashes of transformation,
the phoenix of your God Self will rise,
and you, refined to whiteness, will ascend,
like the sweet, curling smoke of my fires,
into resplendent freedom.