Happy Halloween! Happy Samhain!

I have always loved this ancient holy-day, this day of remembering our connection with all four elements of earth, our heartbeat that resonates with the heartbeat of the earth. It is also a sacred day of opening our spirit to connect with the 5th dimension of ethereal beings, ancestors, guardians, guides, and celestial entities. Finally, it is a time of going within, the new year – the summer days are behind us, the long dark winter is coming. Time to tend the homefires of the heart.

Also – it’s a time of fun! It’s a time to express alternate parts of ourselves, to tell the ancient stories, to share with friends and family (or soul families). Thus, I’ve changed my picture to myself as “Lady Diane” – well, of course!

In honor of what I consider to be a sacred and special day, herewith a poem inspired by a dream a friend of mine had. Interestingly, I wrote in a sort of Edgar Allen Poe style, and the subject fits quite nicely with Poe’s works as well. And Poe was dark, but his spirit flew like a comet – lighting up the sky with his words for eternity!

KEEPER OF RAVENS

The night wind banged the shutters,
woke him cold from his tender sleep
and, uneasy from the chill, he stumbled
unaware down the shadowed hall.

Just before he touched the lamp,
he heard a tiny scraping sound
and – perhaps – the flutter of wings.
The darker reality, yet to be revealed

and then, oh saving light! that flowed
throughout the familiar room.
He rubbed his eyes and the sight
that overwhelmed was that of sacred ravens,

hundreds of them! in glass and metal boxes,
watching as he moved about
and of an unknown force began
to lift the bars, and let the caged birds out.

Confusion filled his dreaming; speechless,
he fell while the winged creatures
swarmed and deafening silence pounded
in his ears, his heart, his blood.

Hours later, it was daylight – he rose
taller, stronger, from the floor.
His eyes took to the window and carried
him through a vision from which he returned

many lifetimes later:

no more mere ordinary man,
but Sorcerer, Keeper of Ravens.

(c) 2005-2013 Lady Diane Randall

Poem Inspired by “Amazing, Tiger, Power” (Photograph from Great Gatsby Luxury)

As you can tell, I love the photograph reblogged and seen on my previous post. Now, for the poem: It was inspired by a dream a dancer had about a tiger. I love to do dream analysis because… talk about metaphors! Our minds dream in metaphors and parables. No wonder most people, even psychologists, don’t understand our dreams. I will discuss dream analysis in another post someday, as I even have a book in progress about the topic. At any rate, there are things that can be done after having an exciting or incomprehensible dream; Carl Jung called it “active imagination.” In other words, EXPRESS the dream through whatever creative means you like. This works for those who feel they have no creativity (although of course, we all do). It will help the dream to support the dreamer, because that is the sole purpose of dreaming: to shine a light on the shadows, the hidden fears, loneliness, etc. The things we will not say to ourselves. Sometimes, the dream offers solutions or shines a light on our inner power and love. With love, I introduce:


Dance of the Tiger

I watch you through the glass door pacing
and my heart begins to beat

hard
hard
hard

I pant like crazy
feel your heat fill the room

your massive strength pushes at the latch
and I try with all my might
to stop you – fear grips me

as I feel the sweat
of your face close to mine, the sound
of you
creeping into my blood
through my ears

In a flash, you’re inside
snarling
showing me your teeth
your eyes
your power

As I move, you move – gliding
in a circle, drawing me in

closer
closer
closer

and I’m so afraid – I can’t stop myself
from moving
can’t stop
can’t run
can’t scream

I feel my body shifting
in complete synchronicity: blood,
bone, and muscle
vibrating
with fierce exhilaration

my jaws open
my eyes burn

It comes – a low and muted growl
wells within me like a burgeoning storm
until it becomes a howl so loud

it breaks the glass! and I Am
I Am the Powerful One

You, Tiger – I, Tiger
dancing, great paws stomping
our thunderous roars
echoing
the pounding beat of our hearts

Lady Diane Randall

Amazing, Tiger, Power

My (abridged) comment to Great Gatsby Luxury who posted the above picture:

What raw, perfect animal power… to take that in, to feel it – not as a sense of violence, but as an instinctual sense of survival that probably evolved into or incites a sense of righteousness in the human realm. But, as in the animal world, who is right? Who is wrong? As human “beings,” we can inhale that power, feel it coursing through our “inner body” (Eckhart Tolle), and use it to create words, photographs, paint, dance; to express all that rages within until we integrate our experience with the whole of creation. As always, synchronicity abounds; through these metaphors, and especially the poem, one may deduce that I felt dis-empowered today (partly through actions of others, partly through my illusory need of reaction/response). Tiger medicine needs no petty quips to teach what it knows. It needs no overt display of power; it is the harmonizing of fearlessness and truth, that we need only to walk with our heads held high and live the Truth of our being, which is Love. And to those who cannot or will not see it, they have their paths to walk, albeit blind, angry, and deep down inside, afraid of everything. When the tiger roars, it usually wakes them (us!) up! 

PostScript: I seem to be having quite a time posting my new comment and poem onto this page, therefore, I shall make a new post which corresponds to this photograph posted by Great Gatsby Luxury (of WordPress fame!).  Thank you.

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The Great Gatsby: The Many Ways Spirit Speaks to Me

Dear Friends, Bloggers, Dreamers all…

I am having the most intriguing series of synchronicities – and I love it! I love it when Spirit finds a door that’s wide open in me and pours through me in wave after wave of imagery, messages from disparate places & people, dreams, etc… all to reveal what’s really going on deep within me and perhaps, with others in my life. I have so much to say, I hardly know where to begin. It’s that way with Spirit revelations…whoo! Because I want so much to heal my inner self, and I’m open, open to all that is Good, all that is Real, so that I can be available not only to myself but to those I love, and even, perhaps, to thinking of a future that, unlike Gatsby’s, does not end in Death, but in Rebirth; a new me, and yet the Real Diane. I’m thinking now how interesting my gladness in keeping the nom de plume “Lady Diane.” Nobility in humility, or vice versa, or…?

TWO NIGHTS AGO: Watched The Great Gatsby, 1974. I hate sad endings!

YESTERDAY: Received notice of a post by Cristian Mihai about the version of the film, The Great Gatsby. Cristian Mihai states that he has read the novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald every year since he was 13 I believe … he is only 20 years old, brilliant and entertaining:

YESTERDAY: My Post to Cristian Mihai about The Great Gatsby
(Spoiler Alert! Includes Dramatic Spiritual References to Me!):

I don’t believe in coincidences… everything is connected. So I’m VERY interested to find out why I just watched, for the first time, the older version of The Great Gatsby with Robert Redford – last night! And here just now, after coming down from a depressive outburst of tears and confusion – I went outdoors and spoke to the trees and cried, cried, cried… then I decided I would do other things (spiritually speaking) to understand…this wave of emotions…but FIRST – I decided to check my email to see if anything new came up that would speak to me. And here I find your post, Cristian…about the new (film)… with the absolutely amazing Leonardo DiCaprio. SO, I don’t know what it means but I am over my own tears and will contemplate – and probably post something – about this connection…

LAST NIGHT:
(Soul-Digging Continues As I Lash Myself to the Stake of Healing Fire!)

After my comment to Mr. Mihai, I meditated, then watched another classic movie, “Beware of Pity,” because the title seemed worth researching, given my situation. Another tale of the paradox of privilege, of self-centeredness versus our true nature of compassion, of the dangers of naivete’ leading to betrayal, and alas, too late – death rather than rebirth, regret rather than redemption. 

DREAM ALERT! My Subconscious Invites Itself to the Bonfire!

Last night, I dreamt of my secret love… Robert Redford. Actually, I dreamt of a man I’d worked for many years ago, who had recognized my talents (for writing, especially!) and promoted me to his department. His name is Ron Gable and he looked very much like the Robert Redford of my time and, like Robert, is a good man, a trustworthy man. I dreamt that I was trying to get closer to him and pointed to the television that was playing The Great Gatsby of 1974, and said to him, “You know, when we worked together, you reminded me of him, and you still do.”

GATSBY SPEAKS TO ME! Directly from the “Real” Land of WordPress!

This morning, hung over from my own melodrama, contemplating the dream… I opened my email and there was a “Like” from a blogger known as “Gatsby Luxury.” His site is resplendent with glorious photographs from the new version of the movie. I reposted my note to Cristian Mihai and added:

Well, thank you again, Gatsby… I may not live the lifestyle but I have a great deal of thought on the character of Jay, of Robert Redford, and I definitely want to see the new movie because Leonardo takes a character and makes it come completely alive and real. And maybe that’s the conundrum, here, because I don’t know that Gatsby ever felt completely alive and real, except when he was in his hopeless romantic fantasy world, hoping against hope that Daisy would leave Tom… and save him.

THE CATALYST FOR MY DRAMA: Contained Within a Most Inconspicuous & Non-Fiction Post THAT GATSBY “LIKED!”

The post “Gatsby” liked, written just before this series of events came about,  was my desperate plea about my dog, Sadie, who has become too much burden for me to bear. And my tear-full healing last night, was dramatic; I hugged the trees outside and could not stop! I looked to the skies, looking through the branches of trees as they answered me not. The catalyst for this drama? My dog Sadie, my daughter Rebecca (who is Sadie’s Real Mommy), and the burdens I bear as a MS patient, living in a community that is half-helpful, half-stressful; half-normal and half-crazy.

AND NOW:

THE DRAMATIC REVEAL (Drum Roll, Please!):

And could it be that I am, at this moment, embodying – or begging for release from – the “Gatsby” story that is mine? Here it is: Perhaps I don’t know if I have “ever felt completely alive and real, except when (I) was in (my) hopeless romantic fantasy world, hoping against hope that (Robert Redford, Ron… or anyone close to that ideal)… would save (me).”

THE FLAMES OF HELL LICKING MY HEELS:
If You’ve Read This Far, Gather Up Your Angels – You’r’e Gonna Need Them!

The path to healing everything hidden within is not easy, my friends. It takes courage to release our false hopes, to dig deeply into our souls, to release our fear and self-pity. It takes great courage to speak the truth as we know it once we realize we must speak it, if we are to Live. It is, however, the way – the ONLY way – out of hell and into the Ultimate Reality known as Heaven on Earth. This is true in any religion; the language and verbiage may be different, but all practices and prayers lead to the same perfect place.

Thank you and blessings to all!

Lady Diane Randall

I Colored a Dream Today

Good evening (here in US anyway) everyone… I haven’t posted in a few days. Although I’d intended (hmm…) to write “one poem a day in April,” I have not been up to doing so and decided to let that be okay. But here is one I just wrote. I believe that my poetry, like many of the other poets’ works I’ve loved, streams through me, bringing up from my subconscious  , well, who knows what? There’s a story behind this one but sometimes… well we write in metaphors so why give it all away? Besides, I love open interpretation. It happens anyway, no matter what we explain, whether we’re writing or speaking or just having dinner, everyone walks away with a different perspective. And that is the most heart-healing poetry of all. That’s the reason I really share it. I am so happy to be here on WordPress and so thankful for those who liked some of my posts and those who are following my work. I feel the inspiration here, the camaraderie, and I love it. If you haven’t heard from me when you’ve been so kind to “like” or “follow,” please know your words and actions of encouragement mean so much to me! Happy soul-digging! P.S. To all Rumi lovers out there, you may note his influence on me at the end of this one.

I COLORED A DREAM TODAY

I colored a dream today
orange yellow blue gold
I colored my own dream
not his, the one whose hands I still feel
wrapped around
my neck

but not in a good way

it never really is, you know
why does sex look like wrestling
why do we scream in anguish
why do we hurt each other
and still say yes
and still say yes?

His dreams creep into mine
his faults become my own
and prophecies, I can no longer say he was wrong
but then, why the colors?
why the angels?
why do they tell me

that the past is not what I remember
and even if it was, it is only
the colors
the gold and the blue
the yellow and orange
that remain real and true?

I am

not who I thought I was
who he (representing all, truth be told, as it must)
told me I was

pierced through the membrane of my mind
convinced me none could survive
the turbulent crimes committed there

and yet, I sit here –
about to do it again – break another vow
and I know this time

dammit, in my heart in my soul in my body I know
that it has to be done
and that I am the one to do it
I will break another heart
besides my own
but they never think of mine when theirs is torn

So, leave me to my destiny
even if you do not understand
that all is as it should be

and I will do what I must, I will face anyone – anyone –
even you, my Beloved,
especially you,

always, always you

Lady Diane Randall