This is what I look like holding my oak rattle. The spirit that lives inside of it is sacred to me. It contains an ancient muse that helps me to write songs, call spirits, raise energy, and banish darkness. This winter I went on a journey into the night-time side of my soul, and wrote an album of spirit songs. One song, called ‘She Holds Me’ was written after an intensive workshop with Robert Moss (dream shaman, author, teacher.) The workshop was called ‘Making Death Your Ally.’ While there, I experienced my second dream encounter with my own death, and was asked to create art around it. I ended up writing a song that I will debut on my Innerspace Webcast tomorrow evening. The song was born with my oak rattle in my hand early in the morning in an old windmill in upstate New York. The song was created after writing this prose/poem, which was its precursor. It is very personal, but I am called to share it here in honor of the Great Transition that awaits all of us when our life-in-form comes to an end. Tomorrow night will be the first time it is sung to the world. I hope you will join me.
“She is here again.
She knows me well by now
All of my plans & schemes
All of the fears that keep me up at night
And she loves me for all of it… nods her head at the progress of my soul
She loves to whisper of flight to me,
of release from tight spaces, and eternity, and choice
She plucks a black chord in my deepest, most personal space:
“This is the last thing you let go of, ” she says as she touches me,
“This is the last choice to be made.”
But the time is not now, the day is not here
She does not menace, only points out
Only promises to come back,
promises to always be there for me, promises to be the one
And I will know her by her firmness,
and the deep compassion inside her billowing capes
Like an ancient Mother I have met a thousand times before
Her bosom deep and soft with understanding
She is my death an no other,
and she will carry me when I go”