. . . . . . . . A Seer and a Goddess . . . . . . . . . . . The full moon rose over the canyon wall, even as the sunset was casting out it's orange glow over the other end of the large box canyon. The drums were starting for another night of the wild tantric Goddess Dance. The night was comfortably warm and after the intense summer heat of the day it felt wonderful. I was just admiring the beauty of the night, when I noticed a woman who was doing the same. As she slowly walked towards me her body seemed to glimmer in the moonlight. I smiled, looked into her two eyes, and greeted her, 'Hello sister, beautiful evening to you." She smiled and replied, "Greetings brother, beautiful evening to you. Brother and sister we are wholly. The other tribe has no clue and walks in darkness of illusions. Our tribe rises up amongst them. We look the same and act very similar, yet we have a different motivation. We are a new shoot, which has formed a branch. We conceal our powers, for they awaken slowly and are weak with our youth. They live and die unconsciously, but we regain threads of our awareness through these ages of lifetimes. They will also regain their present eternal nature, but they are unaware of this. We have walked amongst them for ages. Through the Goddess Dance we rejoice in the remembering." I had not expected all this, it all seemed fantastic, yet it struck a chord within me. Somehow I felt I remembered what she was saying, but didn't know from where. So I asked her, "Is there any tradition that is behind the Goddess Dance and our remembering or is it the result of a random awakening that happens to a few people here and there?'. She smiled broadly and said, "All traditions hold our tales, woven subtly into their fabrics. We are scattered amongst all peoples of all races. It is the silent knowledge that makes us one. We act together according to our clear consciousness. Though we are separated, we see the same. The psychic web is the realm of all Seers. Although there are formal lines of traditions in many cultures that hide the ancient and present truth in rhymes, there are many more of us who just see and grow in the Light of what's revealed. There are ways and truths that must stay hidden from the confused, until the time and the season." I hold the belief that we are modern because we can have the works of all cultures translated into our language. Only by reading the great books of all the peoples around the world do we see through our own dogma. I sensed the greater spirit of the Goddess at work here, perhaps for the greater awakening of humankind. I asked her, "Yet is it not time to come forward to heal humanity?'. 'We are seers; we tend the tree of life. Time is a continuum. The misty future of humankind is our ward. There is no fate; so, here and now we are totally dedicated and devoted to the tree of life. In the present we receive our Manna and Grace, Spirit and Life, guidance and love from the totality. Many words confuse, the One is." Her wisdom was clear to me. How could anyone argue; the tree of life needed all the healing it could get, here and now. I looked into the depths of her eyes and thought I saw the depths of creation there. I ventured to ask, 'What is the story behind the Goddess Dance?" She made a clicking sound with her tongue, smiled wryly, and put a hand on her hip. She had the look of someone who had just caught me in a prank. She said, 'Why should we need a story? Stories get distorted with time, but not living actions of love. We begin with ourselves, to become spiritually awake as the one Goddess dancing as a celebration of the unified river of life. We awaken ourselves in the Goddess Dance and then with a little time the whole shall be awakened." She sighed, "Even though words confuse, I will tell you an old story that you may have heard, but not put together. This story you should share.' I felt honored and so said simply, 'Thank You.'. 'Long ago there was a time of war. Much was destroyed and almost all wisdom was lost. Humans lived in confusion following the disasters, but Seven Seers overcame. They passed on two keys to the White Rider. The White Rider overcame and set the keys forth to a Watcher and a Holy One. The Watcher bears the silver key which is strong and mighty. The Holy One bears the golden key which is pure and very fine. The Watcher sees the season and turns his key; none can stop the might of the Spirit that orders creation. The Holy One then turns his key and all will see the truth of the luminous light of life. Peace shall come to earth as all people see the Spirit and know their own true nature. Yet again shall they labor to be one with the earth and be confused. In the house the water bearers, twelve shall arise and bear full cups of Light through the darkness, where there is no vision. The twelfth one to arise shall wear Light and she shall gather four winds, women who can heal anything they desire to heal. Together they shall call forth seven Seers and lead them from material bondage. The path of the Goddess Dance shall be established forever in her footsteps. She will then send forth seventy in pairs, as the Spirit of order and the Light of life, to rejuvenate creation." She smiled then, put her hands together, and bowed slightly indicating enough words. I didn't feel the need for additional words, so I also made this same parting gesture. A silent understanding that we never really part, but rather remain part of each other, was shared with our eyes under the moonlight. We then walked together down the path of life to the Goddess Dance. (c) 1986 Ron Bracale All Rights Reserved ---------------- .......Goddess Poetry....... ---------------- Winds (Winter '81) I climbed a mountain and Nagual blew through me, a clear water fountain that only Brujo's See... wasn't time to fly away, so I turned around falling; a Goddess led the Way back to the Earth's ground... led me by the hand past life's three enemies; showed me a quiet land and a Love that Frees... now I climb it again Four Winds by my side; can't ever turn back again into the Winds I forever glide... ---------------- Goddess (Summer '82) a shining world I See beyond the world's strife there I'm dreaming Free in the river of Life... blue eyed Goddess of Love soaring in heaven above flying free with the Dove come give me a shove... you're my lady and my home on Earth I wander alone giving my life to the OM until heaven's my new home... ---------------- golden Dreams (Fall '84) gardens and Goddesses by waterfalls and crystal pools, gliding as the wind in Paradise of Astral Jewels... ---------------- Messengers (Winter '87) The Immortals form a Choir and songs ring out in Transcendental form from the colossal theater of Light... The White Rider sings the lead with Choirs of Immortals rejoicing in Harmony around Him... The Songs ring through the Spheres but the collective amnesia clouds and none hear the Eternal Message... dimensionally beyond the apparent Court is held in Olympia's lofty halls as they sing Tales and Councils... so a Judgment is reached and Gods and Goddesses descend in blazing form and ringing with the Word of Love... ---------------- Cosmic Lovers (Summer 1987) it was known of old that the Two are One and in their Dance all of Creation flows... The Sky ruling seasons - an Order greater than us... The Earth feeding all Life - our only Way to Grow... Spirit, the Orderer, dancing as all of the Perceived... Light, the Perceiver, shining Life from all Hearts... Spirit and Light: God and Goddess... ever entwined dancing as One... ---------------- Tantric dance (Summer 1987) the Spirit Ordering all of Creation Dances for Life and calls her on and on... She Dances glowing like a Light shining growing brighter and brighter as She holds him tight... so they Dance on and on intensely spiraling to new heights of super Consciousness... Dancing into Unity, their primal state, to which all returns to be forever more... ---------------- Flashes (Spring '93) My holy Goddess once said to me, 'Forget the past, remember the present, and dream a bright future.' To converse with the dead is abomination they say; lives get wasted there and nothing new is found... To see the future is also sweetness that soon turns sour; for short is the span of a mortal and simple are the joys of our lives... Here and now we glow brighter to regain our spiritual heart and live in silent knowledge and walk as one with the Earth... Here and now we chose, striving for the path of Love and it doesn't take prophetic vision to make the present brighter... Dedicated to raising the Spirit, Devoted to all living beings, we spread the holy vibrations and flash on divine glories... ---------------- Pearls in Maya's Hand (Summer 2005) thou art a beautiful creation of the most high God... as your hand fits tenderly in mine the Grand Design of creation is clear... as thou layest your head on my chest our forms merge in symmetric perfection... an empty half was I until joined with you I became full... The treasures of this world pale in the light of the Love thou givest me... deep, dark, and mysterious eyes of wonder cast a spell and throw a net over my heart... patterns of form dancing in the winds of time the play of Life dancing for the delight of the Lord... The Goddess of Fortune blessed us in meeting that our Union might serve her husband's glory... though as mortals our time is but an instant as Immortal Souls our Hearts know the truth of Love... The strands of lifetimes from the primordial past have blessed us with sharing a Divine purpose... complexity beyond mortal grasp is the Divine Will surrender to changes by trusting our Hearts... Love is the guiding star of Heavenly Truth Blessed Grace is a glimpse of Heavenly Glory... trials and tribulations are temporary illusion together we can overcome and endure... The Mysteries of our Souls slowly unfold in awe and wonder we give thanks... ---------------- entangling Dream (Winter 2006) golden drops of Light from the Goddess' eyes ripple in the pond; casting the illusions of manifestation Dreams keeping Souls entangled... ghost forest backdrops to cold cityscapes calling for changes to industrial paradigms to re-integrate vital, natural cycles of life... The golden mean of beauty, ideals reflected in nature, subtle guiding energies of our true inner nature... stars shine in a clear sky, a heavenly crown, reminding us all things are stardust and the Earth is celestial... we sing and dance like a stream connecting the mountains to the deep seas... ---------------- All Text is from 'Spiritual Love' copyright 1980 - 2006 Ron Bracale All Rights Reserved. ----------------.