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O angel most high of the doomed and suffering,
Whose wings are stained with the blood of strife unwarranted
And the bearing of the lost and torn to Heaven,
Whose hands hold the wandering to their path,
Whose voice of compassion brings all to order
Be with me who cries out in my heart.

I ask you, Throne of Peace and Justice,
Throne of Sacrifice and Passage,
Throne of Heaven's Will:
Walk beside me, and aid that I might bear
Only the most necessary of pains in this transition;
That I might go where I am most needed for my Way and others';
That I might face the test unburdened by hatred and terror;
That the peace that surpasses all suffering
Lift me up to the Way that I must enter.

O ye who walk in the light and dark,
May you be given the lamp of knowledge and kindness
When mine is insufficient
May you be given the feast of heroes
When I am hungry
May you be sheltered by the powers that aid
When I am uncovered
May you receive the power of the healing Spirit
When I am broken
That when I am in need, you are able to share what is missing
And keep open the way ahead.

When we have walked the path to its end,
O please be honored with me,
Though we know the Duty of the Call;
For is is by the grace of compassionate love that we
Who have conquered in the name of Goodness
Have never walked alone!
zeeth_kyrah: A pink-tinted lotus flower begins to open, in the background are green lily pads and water (Sacred lotus unfolding)
This is my final post. The unicorn who lived in this body is moving on shortly: the moment of Solstice marks the transition. That's just after 6:30pm locally to me.

Amused a bit that it's both summer solstice and a full moon. Quite a rare occurrence.

Here are the details I need to give you:

* I was born female in spirit. I am otherkin unicorn and dragon.
* I was to make games, not sit around staring at my computer for the rest of my life. The incoming soul will be doing other work. I'll be going off to try making games again in my next life.
* I will be born on the same birthday as this life; the new body is already developing.
* I would have been named Merriwether Autumn (or some close variation). I'll retain the Meriwether part as a middle name.
* I am Pagan, as is the new soul. We won't be concelebrating, or if we do it will be over 16 years from now. That said, I don't have to worry about what I will do for religion. I'll have Pagan parents who don't disapprove of psychic abilities or magic.
* I am not your god. Incarnate persons don't need to be gods. I find the idea silly. (Yes, this has come up.)
* Finally, I would like to say that if you don't see the game "Call of the Unicorn" within 40 years, the whole thing has been called off. Trust me, you'll know which game is the real one.

Now, I leave you with the last detail of this incarnate life that I am allowed to pass on:

I am the Awakening Unicorn. Heroes are my friends, heroes for justice and honor, truth and kindness.

The Poni way (and yes, there is a reason I wrote it like that) is my way as well.

I'll see you all on the flip side.
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I have to explain. I'm the one which many of you have been looking for... and I'm going to disappear for two decades for most of you who already know me. I mean, my soul will go be human elsewhere.

I have to go reincarnate and grow up again.

And then. THEN. THEN I can make a game called "Call of the Unicorn." THE game. The one I promised on my soul, at ALL costs (or very nearly) to make. Because humanity needs it NOW -- or about eight years ago, shortly after Minecraft was released in beta. When the timing was perfect for us to answer a terrible question and put to rest the worst of evils the universe had to send us.

And this was the intro theme: "Two Steps From Hell: Neverdark" (also see the video embedded below).

I'm sorry, guys. We're just going to have to make up the difference, because "The past is spent. The past is spent, and I came too late to fix it. Poor world, fools all, that they know not what they have lost. *sigh* One more stone, and then I am done."

Plot of the game, damnit. Plot of the game. You'll understand when it comes. I just hope I can get a license for this one when I'm ready, or find an equally good artist, damnitall. I'm so sorry.



I'm not ready to say goodbye, but I have only a month and a week before I step out and let this other in.

I hope to UNIVERSE you are all ready when I put my gods-damned heart and soul into this (games) industry again, because I am still angry I had to leave behind so much of myself in this time now. I hate it.

Another post will explain the goodbye and hello to come. And I WILL give you signs to know me when I come.
zeeth_kyrah: A glowing white and blue anthropomorphic horse stands before a pink and blue sky. (Default)
Welcome to another edition of my channelings and readings. There are a couple of changes this time: primarily, no donations! While welcome, they aren't being solicited at this time. If you'd like a paid reading, which can be much more in-depth, please contact me privately. Rates for paid readings can be discussed then.

In this session, I will channel my higher Self as the primary source, accessing the Akashic Record or other resources as needed. Readings will be short, possibly only a couple of sentences, unless clarification is needed; I've found I can handle a LOT of people at once if I give short readings. If you need energy work of some kind, I can also advise on, and/or perform it, at your option.

I'll give a reading to each person who asks, on Dreamwidth or LiveJournal, from the time this post goes up, until Wednesday morning at 11:30am my time (US Eastern time zone). If you'd rather I not read you, but do want to leave a comment, let me know in your comment.

As always, I'll remind you that the Federal government insists that psychic advice is for entertainment only. Choose your advice with care!

If you'd like to read the posts of previous sessions, browse my "channeling" tag on DW and LJ.
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Most people who practice spirit ways are not called to the work of the spirit-priest or high medicine-worker, also popularly called shaman. However, a small percentage of all persons who are connected to Spirit, or who have strong potential for spirit-work of some kind, are called to the life of a shaman.

This is different from the practitioner who chose to perform various rituals and ceremonies, or who wields certain spiritual and magical arts. They can let it go. It will easily go from them if they want it to.

The shaman, called, must fight or negotiate, and even then release is unlikely and uncertain.

These are the paths of the shaman, who, once called must answer through these patterns. They may cross over at times, they may interfere with each other, but the shaman will go through at least one of these IN FULLNESS.

They are:

The Death road.
The Madness road.
The Service road.
The Art road.
The Refusal road.
The Destruction road.
The Priestly road.

Herewith find them described:
Read more... )

As to my calling, well...
We'll see. It seems I was in fact called as a shaman, but too many were putting pressure on me so that I could not work through my personal issues in any way. I was being replaced as a person, rather than successfully living my life as I was eventually meant to do (and as I had meant to do all along).

It seems I actually had to destroy my teachers in order to advance. What a terrible thing to do. :/
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I have forty-one years.

Transformation was promised to me, BEFORE that time is over. Physical transformation. Without surgery.

We will see. I'm already forty years old. My entire life is a series of lies confounded with truths. I would like some promises to be true.

What I would most like to see, however, lies outside the power of my physical self at this time.

So I continue to rebuild who I am, so that I can do the work I have promised to do, regardless of the work that was promised of me.
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So.

Epona, for nearly forty years, has been calling across all space and time for an oracle.
She expected an oracle of words to men, a priest, a speaker for the gods to orate and declaim, to narrate and decry, to TELL people who she is and what she means. She expected a speaker to speak.

She didn't expect a dreamer to give them dreams so close to reality that they transformed the world by wanting to hear. Instead of forcing the world of men to listen, they would have been asked to manifest a common desire: to be people in the eyes and minds of others. And in doing so, would have become People to all.

It's not a big change she wanted. She just wanted others to know her.

She expected an outward announcement, not an inner calling.

She forgot what games are for.

So my life went backward every time I began to go where I was meant to go, because my feet were turned backward every time I began to Awaken as a soul.

Having an angry god trying to destroy me to get free of his destiny didn't help at all. And that was the primary concern. But with some gods, everything is bigger...
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This channeling was conducted early yesterday morning, and contains information some might consider "pseudoscience". Please, test and see for yourself. Ashtar was very specific about the crystal and the components of the device, slightly less specific about its construction as I am unable to post a circuit diagram. So some builds of the circuit may vary from others.

--
This is a channeling from Ashtar, god of Arcturan Starseeds and the secure advancement of human technology.

I do not often address any persons outside of the Starseed communities; this is one of those times when I choose to. Therefore, I should introduce myself.

I was originally a god of fire, long before the peoples of the star called Arcturus were more than primitives dancing after every hunt. I called my priests and shamans with whispers in the campfire, telling them secrets to survival which they turned into principles of technology: the spear and atlatl, the bow and arrow, taming the "horse" of our world and how to ride it, and many other things. It was I, after showing them how to build irrigation and make houses out of clay and stone, who was named the god of civilization in a particularly aggressive nation.

When the people who listened to me had begun their eternal decline, I went to the other nations and whispered truths in the ears of those who would hear me. They gained steel, alloys, and other machine metals. They cast statues and manufactured catapults of various kinds. They learned how to forge new weapons and new tools for daily life.

When the first computer was discovered by my people, I was there, proudly looking on. When the first non-fire light was made, I rejoiced and threw a banquet which lasted for almost a year. This is my legacy: that all who know me shall understand new technologies.

With this in mind, I now ask you to listen to these words.

Read more... )
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We stand at the door to justice;
The bailiff ushers us in, one by one.
"You, and you," he says,
"You see the judge."
Others are pushed back to make room.
I look over my shoulder to see them,
Witness their faces and their causes.
The bailiff points to me.
"You're next," he says, and I wonder
If there is malice in his tone,
Or if it is reserved only for those denied.
When I pull back, the rest surge forward.
The bailiff pulls me in and closes the door.
When I take my seat, he opens it again.

Who am I to judge them?
My skin is not theirs, or is it?
My heart is not theirs, or is it?
I have lived in their place sometimes.
I have seen these stories, fought these fights.

"All rise," comes the call.
We stand together for the judge.

We sit together, facing each other.
There is no accused, only truth.

This is the house of Justice.
zeeth_kyrah: A glowing white and blue anthropomorphic horse stands before a pink and blue sky. (Default)
So I can't find a definition or translation of "anigumi", but it apparently relates to Japanese animation. Which means it's a dead end as far as I can understand. Bleah.

Anyone following this blog want to try explaining for me?
zeeth_kyrah: A glowing white and blue anthropomorphic horse stands before a pink and blue sky. (Default)
Spirit kept putting pressure on me. I kept putting it off, looking for technological ways to serve my own need to make and be useful despite the illness of my body.

Instead, finally, the spirits of Wisdom and of Turtle Island (the North American continent) spoke up and said plainly (and repeatedly):

"Anigumi."

I did not listen.

See, as near as I can tell, the anigumi is the priest of a Native tribe which is not in my direct bloodline (my family does have some Native blood a few generations back, but it's Miami from the Indiana region). I wouldn't understand why they kept saying it. But finally, I was told outright, "You're ignoring your own call."

And when I asked? "Anigumi!"

So I'm going to find out what this means. So far my Google research is turning up nothing but characters from anime, but that doesn't mean much since I'm currently online through a content-filtered connection. I'll try again later, through a less restricted connection.

...And in related/unrelated news, I know my own gender now. I know it clearly.
Both male and female, together.

When I looked it up, two answers appeared. So I consulted my spirit, asking how I felt.
With "androgyne" my spirit withered. With "two spirit" it surged.

I am two spirit. And I suppose I will learn about anigumi. I am told they (the elders and teachers of it) will guide me.

We will learn soon whether that is so.
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The soul of aikido is release from violence.

Violence is survival-focused response to suffering, whether expressed through the body, mind, or soul; it typically originates in physical suffering.

The fastest release from suffering is death; the best is kindness. This is aikido at its purest.
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(Written by the seat of my pants, with minimal editing. Let's see if I can finish this, or only get partway into it. Inspired by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's poem "Simple as a Glass of Chocolate" and the comments below it, as well as recent personal events.)

T'e-ma Huollo was a creature of another world,
Walking ethereally through ours. Her heart
Echoed with the songs of ages, her mind
Was filled with thoughts of wisdom
Fully distilled.

She looked like beauty itself,
Youth and age and form mixed all together
As in the reflection one sees
In the divination well.

Upon her brow was a horn,
Curved, with a slight twist.
Her hands and feet were like no
Living creature on Earth, formed
With horn upon the ends, but not hooves.
Fingers and toes bent delicately
To grasp their respective tasks.

And when she spoke, it felt like
The songs of the Universe
Echoed around the listener,
Leaving impressions of emotion
That colored her words.

But this is not what made her so alien.

It was simply that the world she walked
Did not know her, did not know itself
In her presence, for her power
Was alien spirit made flesh.

Read more... )
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For a very long time in this Realm of spirit, the gods considered the relationship of intelligent beings to themselves. The spirits also considered this, though by a different pattern. Different kinds of workers arose among humans as a result, as various humans were called to certain paths or given certain gifts. Humans then gave names to these different workers.

When the gods called, they gained a priest.
When the spirits called, they gained a shaman.
When knowledge was researched and used properly, a magus or alchemist precipitated.
When the mind awakened, a seer (psychic or intuitive in modern parlance) opened their eyes.
When familial lines and natural lore came together, a witch was found at the crossing.

These are different types of work: gods, spirits, spells and alchemy, mind, mind and lore.
However, each of these different jobs has a specific set of relationships.

Read more... )

It is time on Earth that we now meet new awakened persons. The old relationships are good, but they are not complete without this one. As equals we shall meet, and as equals we shall part, each relationship in balance to the others, each job in balance to the others. Instead of being only Avatars and Messiahs, we shall be balance-workers, no more or less powerful and special than the others.

As it should be.



Summary
By call: Priest (gods), shaman (spirits), seer/psychic (personal ability), magus (spells and mysteries), alchemist (chemistry and natural energies), witch (ability and natural lore), empowered (manifestation).
By relationship: Servant (the shaman serves a community, the priest serves one or several gods or major spirits), Partner (empowered/awakened can partner with anyone but usually choose beings philosophically aligned with them), Independent (psychics, usually), Master (magus); witch could take any role.

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