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Article - Return of the Priestess

 

CD's and DVD's

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NOW available !

"Something Wonderful is Happening" CD 
Sweet melodic chants and poetry of Avalon, Shasta, Mama Gaia, the Elements
and more... 

19 minutes of joyful journeying with Grael accompanied by Soma on drum,
drone, rainstick, and rattle.

10 pounds

$13

both prices include shipping

 

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Available on DVD:

"Goddess Alive"
Bellydance Instructional and Performance" DVD

by Deonesea La Fey of Deonesean Fields Productions

20 pounds

$33

both prices include shipping

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"Goddess Girls" CD
by 12 years young Shasta and Frankie of majestic Mt.Shasta, California

sing their hearts out with loving, peacefull, and empowered songs for the youth.
Singing along is a must.

5 pounds

$10

shipping included in price

 

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TO ORDER
email: theflyinglotus@yahoo.com

subject: Grael's CD or Deonesea's DVD or Goddess Girls CD

PayPal options  soon to be posted

 

We also have very raw, very fun, unedited versions of our
Ritual Theatre Events and Performance Art Shows available
by donation plus shipping costs.
Name the Holy day, and we've got a show to go along with it !!

Very inspiring for you and your community to get activated
with.

MYTHIC TALES

Stirring the Cauldron

When ancient plus future equals present,
the veil viewed between worlds seems clear,
the Morrigan of the come-unity,
seeked within and felt the fear.

Fear of loss, of anger, of emptiness,
pain of rejection, of loneliness and more,
she remembered the holy longing,
she remembered the holy lure.

The lure that incarnates Gods into form,
the sensuality and lust of life,
It was Pan, that she must conjure,
call forth she did, although she was a wife.

The Morrigan called forth the Stag,
the horned one we call God,
there appeared two bodies clad,
with light and shadow in one pod.

The flute,  the drum, the dancing pair,
entered the circle cast,
arousing the volcano of desire,
and melting it's snow fast.

Enchanted we danced a Faery ring,
Midsummer's Night dream in the Fall,
Puck poured his potion in our eyes,
and we Mazerka'd at the Ball.

Visions, dreams, past lives revealed,
wars splashed, betwix the Sisterhood,
the myth runs deep, the cords tied tight,
the Morrigan would run, if she could.

She's tied to the Cosmic joke at hand,
from contracts layed, in the before,
the High Priestess stands, battle cry screams out,
she beckons Pan thru her heart's door.

The day of Thanks, they weave an orb,
that floats from Forest to Lake,
denials of Merlin bring her home,
her heart for him to take.

Laughter, tears, healing, and scorn,
rewards stolen, the herbs steep,
hearts, minds, legs pryed open,
escape to the shadow and dive deep.

Archetypal forcefields unite,
then lay scattered on the ground,
the White Mare's gallop tramples thru,
and we hear the Battle Raven's sound.

Into Alba, into Erin,
no pun intended there,
the Morrigan crashed upon the land,
Earth quaked within her lair.

To the King she is loyal now,
the sovereign basket she holds,
the overflow of come-unity pain,
the joy, the warmth from the cold.

Shattered glass, house of mirrors,
ready were we, ready or not,
to feel the prick, of your horns,
to Cerridwen I feed the whole lot.

Into the mouths, into the beds,
into the Lotus' jewel,
the space between, is the Gray
and the heart bridge that rules.

Robbed of the prize, awareness erupts,
the story is dissected,
the attachments severed, Kali Ma devours,
our Souls then are perfected.

"Liquid Mirror!" the Morrigan yells,
into the looking glass, she scryes,
unplugged, and initiated,
another part of her ego dies.

A raise here, a bow there,
the bear tramples thru the brambles,
night fall comes, the flute is sung,
and the Priestess' all scramble.

Hips protrude, necks roll round,
the delicate game begins,
who shall win the Pan that are two
and wallow in our sins.

The Faery ring is danced again,
who shall be the horse to ride,
who shall see their pain and loss,
and recall the stench of low tide.

I say, my lord, my lady, wet,
with gown of crimson and gold,
dance and weave, and spin and cast,
the Priestess must not be sold.

Round, round the Chalice, round, round the Grael,
round, round, the wheel we go,
an epic memory replayed again,
in the forest light, appears a doe.

Where is my Stag? Where is my Lord?
The counterpart, and retreat?
Where is the one that meets me there,
kisses and annoints my feet?

The Pan that's two step foward, nay,
one holds, the other dashes,
to leave the Priestess to be consumed,
and sizzle in her ashes.

The Phoenix rises with broken wing,
and screaches a holy wail,
the Pirate ship has arrived,
and the Pan that's two set sail.


             take a breath, and prepare for the next tale....


Rosehips

Down on the land, my King lays me,
a friendly Cedar, for our head board,
the Ponderosa graces our feet,
"another round?" Oh, yes, my Lord.

The Pan spirals in,  and out of his curls,
his chest expands with every motion,
the smell of wet grass and thorny bush,
come forth, and, taste my love potion.

The two Knights have departed their ship set sail,
Guinivere is Queen again,
King Ynotius, hard sword in hand,
enters, and fertilizes the land.

The mists roll back, the sun shines forth,
Conscious evolution takes place,
the rebirth of a King and Queen,
Rosehips for them to taste.

The seeds shall sprout a hybrid rose,
one of great power and chaste,                                
the assembly of two worlds are met,
the seeds planted shall serve the human race.

Open hearts, satsang, with deep breath,
and  purity of congression,
honest attractions, lead to deeper love
and rule out possesive suppression.

The Crone swirled on the snowy gale,
She inquired what the men knew,
the King and Percival championed the quest.
"Freedom for me Lady" is true.

The rooster crows, the sparrow flies by,
the sun begins to set,
the Queen has risen from her grave,
and melts, for she has been met.