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…this forest savage…

Posted in Photography, Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 20, 2011 by Mj Rains

Poetry of Dante Alighieri
The Divine Comedy – Inferno

Inferno: Canto I

Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.

Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.

So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
Speak will I of the other things I saw there.

I cannot well repeat how there I entered,
So full was I of slumber at the moment
In which I had abandoned the true way.

But after I had reached a mountain’s foot,
At that point where the valley terminated,
Which had with consternation pierced my heart,

Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders,
Vested already with that planet’s rays
Which leadeth others right by every road.

Then was the fear a little quieted
That in my heart’s lake had endured throughout
The night, which I had passed so piteously.

And even as he, who, with distressful breath,
Forth issued from the sea upon the shore,
Turns to the water perilous and gazes;

So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward,
Turn itself back to re-behold the pass
Which never yet a living person left.

image: Dark Forest by Kimmo Savolainen

The “familiar spirit”- do you believe?

Posted in The Deep with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 18, 2011 by Mj Rains

Further exploration into the belief in angels:

Biblical angels were “sons of God” who came to earth to beget children on mortal women (Genesis 6:4). Later these were called demons, or “fallen” angels. The Book of Enoch blames women for the angels’ fall. Women had “led astray the angels of heaven.”  In the Magic Papyri (a collection of exorcisms, invocations, charms, and spells widely circulated during the early Christian era), the words angel, spirit, god, and demon were interchangeable. When St. Paul said women’s heads must be covered in church “because of the angels” (1 Corinthians 11:10), he meant the daemones supposed to be attracted to women’s hair.  The Greeks thought that each person had an individual guardian angel or daemon which could appear in animal form, and under Christianity evolved into the “familiar spirit.”  There were no really well-defined distinctions between angels, demons, familiars, fairies, elves, saints, genii, ancestral ghosts, or pagan gods.  Among supernatural beings one might always find many hazy areas of overlapping identities, even “good” or “evil” qualities being blurred.

A Gallup poll showed in 1978 that over half of Americans still believe in angels.

Do you believe?

My official 13 days of Halloween will start tomorrow and continue through All Saints Eve. Consider today’s a warm-up post…I promise more haunted, scary, and hopefully fun posts to follow.

Today’s images:
Cemetery Angels by midnightstouch
Angel of Waverly Cemetery via fabianfoo.com

Source: Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets


Wishes…

Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , , , , on August 3, 2011 by Mj Rains

“When the soul wishes to experience something she throws an image of the experience out before her and enters into her own image.”

~Meister Eckhart

Image: Vogue Italia

Perfect Summer Day…

Posted in "Wit"icisms" with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 21, 2011 by Mj Rains

This would encompass a perfect summer day for me…

Sitting here all day…and cooling off in the crystal clear water…

Wearing this…and just for one day, looking like this…

Cooling off later in the perfect white shabby chic cottage, reading a favorite book, talking softly with friends and drinking the perfect white wine…

My heavy heart has gone this way before…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 19, 2011 by Mj Rains

There are more leaves on
The ground than grew on the trees.
I can no longer see the
Path; I find my way without
Stumbling; my heavy heart has
Gone this way before. Until
Life goes out memory will
not vanish, but grow stronger
Night by night.

-from On Flower Wreath Hill by Kenneth Rexroth
image: Branches by Hengki24

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