"Slacken your grip: The stone will fall
Open your arms: The stone will fall
Soften your heart: The stone will fall"
___Conversations with a Child in the Forest___
[A personal Working, performed between Aug 2007 and Oct 2007]
by The Nemo-Dog
All work composed and performed and produced and all that stuff by:
Preston Gelberwolf
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01 - Invocation to the Fire
02 - Come! Dance with the Green Man
03 - Dip Your Hand
04 - Dreaming by the Well
05 - The Headandthehandandtheheart
06 - Two Vipers
07 - Heart Entombed
08 - Sumble
09 - History's Conquests
10 - O Merry Meet We Again, Again
11 - Stonefall
12 - This Is My World (An Exorcism)
13 - Alchemical Properties of Mercury (Separation)
14 - Inside the Healing Tent (Purification)
15 - Communion (Reintegration)
16 - Sunrise at the Phoenix
What Mysteries hide under the Green Man's leaves?
What horrors hide in some dark hollow,
Untouched by the flicker of the bonfire?
What is to be found there,
Ignited by the light of the Heart of hearts?
Questions are never wrong
Questions never expire
A question will yield 10,000 answers
Perfection is a method,
Not an end-state
Solve et coagula
Separation - Purification - Reintegration
Dip your hand into the Darkness
That black well, from which all things emerge
Still waters hide limitless potential
So still your mind and Resonate with the Word
Dip your hand into the Darkness
Imagination without mortal bounds
Will forth an Elixir of wholeness
Quench your thirst, then pass it around
Quench your thirst, then pass it around
This act of sharing, this communion:
It makes you more
than you could have been before
Drift
Drift
Release
Drawn down to the Earth
Drawn down to the ground
Drifting below consciousness
To the consciousness beneath consciousness
Rest your weary head
Strange dreams
Both elucidating and lucid
Cryptic images
As if drawing up from a deep well
Far beneath the reach of consciousness
Drawn up to the twilight zone, just beyond the light
The memory of the body
Biological memory
The head, the hand, and the heart
Driven by one Will
Dragons lay within the darkness
Forgotten, unseen, hidden
And now they awaken
Hey-hah, hey-hah, hey-ho!
What is become of the head?
Enshrouded in sackcloth.
Hey-hah, hey-hah, hey-ho!
What is become of the hand?
Manacled in chains.
Hey-hah, hey-hah, hey-ho!
What is become of the heart?
Drowned itself in tears.
Hey-hah, hey-hah, hey-ho!
What is become of the Will?
The Will is bound and gagged.
Hey-hah, hey-hah, hey-ho!
What is become of the life?
The life has faded out.
Resuscitate the life
Resuscitate the life
The life will take new breath
The head will take new breath
The hand will take new breath
The heart will take new breath
The headandthehandandtheheart shall move with one Will
If there were two vipers in your garden
What would you do, if there were two?
Would you rip one apart,
Stab him through the heart
Heave his head upon a pike for all to see?
And if you did, how would the other fare at your hand?
Lenience audience to understand?
And what's the basis for this inconsistency?
And what would be the cause for such amnesty?
And if one viper were allowed to flee
Why, too, should not the other be set free?
If no further threat be made upon your entity
Then why should not both vipers feel your amnesty?
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail! A toast
Hail! An oath
Hail! And a boast
Hail! Hail! Hail!
A toast:
Here's to Love for Jugendheim
That decaying ruin where I lived in youth
Here's to finding comfort in corruption
To security somehow found in a decaying building
with grotesquely misshapen foundation
Here's to erecting pillars to stave off its collapse
To assuming that preservation of this ancient shelter
is a worthwhile goal
Or rather: Here's to assuming nothing, but operating on instinct
To the undriven experience, and the unexamined life
Here's to riding along a rut in the mud of History
Filthy and rotten, soulless and beaten
Here's to trekking blindly onward toward its inevitable conclusion:
The rut is a track, which runs in a circle
And so here's to the same drama playing out in indefinite reiteration
Until the lesson is finally learned
Here's to peeking gingerly out the cracks in the boarded up windows of Jugendheim
The skeletal remains of that decaying ruin where I lived in youth
Here's to exorcising the ghosts who still roam this standing ruin
A spectral host, of which I myself am the central figure
Here's to perceiving, perhaps for the first time, the great blue sky and clean air
The open frontier just beyond the ridges of the rut in which I ride
Here's to Separation
Hail! Hail! Hail!
An oath:
And now we ride with closed hearts
But open eyes
And surely that is something
Surely that is something
Here we sit beneath the Great Dancing Mother,
The Mother of All Things
Stroked by Her fingers of Fire
Driven at long last from our shelter in lethargy
And surely that is something
And though we do not yet dance,
We move our bodies nevertheless
And surely that is something, too
I vow to purge corruption
I vow to allow the collapse of Jugendheim
Into the jaws of entropy,
who craves so desperately to swallow it at last
I vow to build no more within the decaying, fragile structure of Jugendheim
But rather to build on its ruins:
For monuments are always built on the ashes of monuments
I vow Purification
Hail! Hail! Hail!
A boast:
Who but I has erected Jugendheim?
That once-proud castle where I lived in youth
What mason but I can weave such a monument in irregular stone?
A grotesque foundation is all that takes shape
in such rough terrain as this
What architect but I could maintain its meager integrity,
in defiance of the entropic force of the world?
Its arches heavy with the weight of passing centuries,
long after its zenith has ebbed
What artist but I can adorn its unsightly blemishes?
Dark corners enshrouded in ancient cobwebs of manifest time,
yet still radiating a deceptively seductive glow:
The artist's endless labor of Love and Light
What bard but I can keep its song ringing throughout the land,
A pristine moment in time,
tribute to its pure, eternal spirit,
long after the structure itself has crumbled?
What traveler but I would escape its comforting bondage,
To abandon a dying, albeit familiar homeland,
once a lush garden,
in pursuit of still greener vistas?
And what locksmith but I manufactures the key to the door,
The gateway to another dimension,
the vast unknown Tomorrow outside of Jugendheim?
Who but I will tear down Jugendheim?
Who but I sets it ablaze in the Fire of Purification,
That its ash may be used to fertilize a new garden?
What seamster but I can weave this thread into new cloth?
What intrepid alchemist but I braves the heart of Reintegration?
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Meet we, love we, lose we, and meet we again
Love we, lose we, meet we, and love we again
Lose we, meet we, love we, and lose we again
Meet we, love we, lose we, and meet we again
Meet we, love we lose we, and meet we again
Silent promise in flesh when skin touches skin
Wordless promise of flesh, oldest language, most pure
How brief is its flash, but its burn there endures
Smoky scent like a beacon, draws us back once more still
To this place, to this covenant to attempt to fulfill
Each time I love thee, thy heart grows stronger still
And when thou losest me, my Will grows strong as well
And so tarry we, dance we, and weightlessly swirl
Each form is a garment, our tailor, the world
Until one day no more have we need for this dance
Having done our Wills, we will part ways at last
Steady-paced is this dance we call karma
Patient bondage, this tether
Which binds hearts together
Let us snap it in twain
That we fly free again
Let us Will that all shackles be severed
Endless Wills seek new vistas forever
Let it go
Let go
Solve
Separation
You have carried a stone for so long
You forgot it was there
You are numbed to the pain
But now it is time to let it drop
It is a simple action
An Action-in-non-action
Wei-wu-wei
It is an Action-in-non-action
Slacken your grip: The stone will fall
Open your arms: The stone will fall
Soften your heart: The stone will fall
The stone will fall.
Let it go
Give it back
It is not yours to carry
What has been taken from you?
Something you need, but forgot you needed
Take back what is yours
But you must first give back what is someone else's
Let the stone fall
Let it go
Solve
Separation
Heal
Heal
Heal
This is my world, and you are not invited
This is my world, and you are not invited
You had your chance, you turned it down
So now be off, and make your own
Or have no world, the choice is yours
As long as you go
And so, this is a place
Where you can not follow
I will thank you for what you've given
And grow from your corruption
But this is my world, and you are not invited
I did not know that you were still here
This is no longer your space
Dragons entreat entry at my gate
So I shall assume the spear of St. Michael
Only for this instance
The cause is more than sufficient
To cast ye out, to cast ye down, to cast ye off, to make ye gone
To exorcise
The choices you made were your own
I did not move your hand
And now the stone
you must carry is yours alone
I will not help you lift it
And my help is impotent
And I have my own burdens to lift
You saw a fertile field, you closed your eyes and fled
To live in patches of salt and rock instead
But I know in my heart, you will find your Way
You will find your world, you will one day
But by that time, I will be far away
Far away
I do not want your confusion
I do not want your pain
I will reject your frightened rejection
My history is mine to reclaim
Hands embroider an emblem so familiar
Familiar pain is easier than facing the fear of new life.
Your blood trickles into my life
And a cycle is broken
Finite space is so shattered
Open old wounds
Misshapenly healed and forgotten
Rebreaking * Resetting * Recasting
Separation * Purification * Reintegration
Xepera * Xeper * Xeperu
Your touch is burning
Cutting old wounds
And I assume the task to heal myself
And thou to heal thyself
Great is the might of Set
Greater still, is He through Us
Solve et coagula
Separation - Purification - Reintegration
Dip your hand into the Darkness
That black well, from which all things emerge
Still waters hide limitless potential
So still your mind and Resonate with the Word
Dip your hand into the Darkness
Imagination without mortal bounds
Will forth an Elixir of wholeness
Quench your thirst, then pass it around
This act of sharing, this communion:
It makes you more
Than you could have been before
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