Oceans Of Energy
In 2000, I was asked to write a course about "Energy Healing For Animals".
Now I have inordinate respect for animals and their honesty, as well as many, many years experience with how complex the interaction between animals, people and their environments is and how profoundly this affects animal health.
So this was a very big project for me, encompassing not just the principles of energy healing per se or teaching someone to "become an energy healer" in the first place, but also the environment - geopathic energy, field distorters, energetic potions and prescriptions and much much beyond.
To be honest, it was SUCH a big project, I was consciously overwhelmed and did not know where to start.
To center myself, I cleared my mind completely and absolutely, took a deep breath and wrote what one might call a poem, but I'd call more of a form of description of a huge energetic entity. A few lines but they sum up for me all the principles of working and living with the concept of "Energy".
This is the Oceans Of Energy prayer and to this day, my dedication to *all* energy work.
Oceans Of Energy
If you could shift
your point of view
for just a moment, as you
now grow still
and silent within,
without a thought or care,
without a thought of worry or desire,
then you might just begin to feel:
A power tingling in your fingertips,
a breath that draws to you
a part of all there is, of which
you are a part,
and that surrounds you,
buoys you, nourishes, protects
and reaches far and wide
and further still
into the deepest blues of oceans
the deepest greens of mountain lakes
and all the creatures that reside
in forest groves, eternal deserts
as above,
the stars are dancing.
Oceans of energy
and they lie at your fingertips,
for you to navigate and learn
to know the ancient arts
of balance, deep release
and once again restore
the Even Flow,
the perfect state of being.
Silvia Hartmann, 2001
Buy HypnoDreams 1 The Wisdom of the Water here.
Dive To Diamond
Production Notes
To a beginner in energy work, this track may not make much conscious sense but the truth is that the more you do this, the more profoundly expanding an experience it becomes.
Just by itself, this truly extraordinary event really does stretch the boundaries of self and makes one so much more finely attuned to "those other dimensions" out there in the most relaxing and pleasing calm.
Ananga's soundscapes are truly something, creating the lift and support both to make the rising away from our ordinary states of being easy, safe and joyful.
This is one of my personal favourites of all the hypnodream tracks and get such a lot out of it, a different experience each time and it is true, I sometimes can't wait to hear those words ... float now, if you will ... :-)
Dive To Diamond
Float now, if you will.
Slowly and deliberately
away from self
and to the night
starry, bright,
velvet, rising lightly
if you will.
Turn slowly, if you will
and most
deliberately
around, slowly now,
slowly as you breathe
the horizons down below
falling slowly to
the starry night
and all is still
save for the touching
hum of solar music
stellar sounds in harmony
and they are coming closer
as you rise further,
further from the day.
And somewhere
sometime
there is the
diamond dimension
you cannot conceive
it yet nor can
you see that far
ahead and in
the horizontal
but
you
can
know
it
is
a-
waiting you
as it always has
and as you
have always known.
To reach and stretch
toward it is a joy
and yet it is a
sadness to because
you have been close
before and never
found the magic seal
the magic words
the magic signs
the magic way
to make your
starburst entrance
to ...
But here in now
it is different.
There may be
much compassion.
There may be so
much understanding
of the struggles
of the past
and of frustration
yes, of pain.
Of understandings
felt and tasted
yet they were
never understood
and they would leave
you broken, tired
and in despair
because you knew
that it is here
and it is waiting
and you should be
one of those
who would dive
to diamond
one of those
who can traverse
the darkness
to the stars
one of those
who can arrive here
and today
the day has come
the time has come
the time is here
the time is now
for you to fall
and give yourself
to all there is
and let yourself
release the pictures
let yourself
release the sounds
and step across
the threshold of yourself
into the evermore
into the all there is
into the all embracing
waiting here,
dissolve yourself
give it up
step from
the cages of illusion
the boundaries of false
the night of labels
and the times of old.
Diluted and dissolved
you flow away
and all is here
and all is now
and you may now
dive to diamond
dive to blue and green
dive to turquoise,
dive to emerald.
dive to deepest azure,
cerulean, and all the blues
and all the greens of
every ocean, every forest,
every sky and every night
and dive to ruby, dive to wine,
dive to scarlet, and royal purple
ultraviolet bright, dive to the colours
you have never seen
and yet you know that they
are there and they
complete the rainbow
complete the rainbow
complete the rainbow
and dive to diamond,
in slow and fast
rotation,
dive to diamond.
When the time comes
that you might
once again
return to
physicality
you will remember.
You will remember
that what once
you knew and know
again you know.
Now play.
And dance.
Until your time is right,
just dive to diamond.
Silvia Hartmann
Buy HypnoDreams 1 The Wisdom of the Water here.
The Wisdom Of The Water
Production Notes
This track is the most well known and most well loved of the HD1 album and rightfully so.
Immediately accessible by everyone at all, it is a light and beautiful story of transformation and experience as we become the water and move through all the stages of its life with volition and with joy.
Linked to the concept of "innocent energy" from EMO, this track is often played at EMO workshops to brighten up, rejuvenate, cleanse and re-sparkle our energy systems, make our minds more tranquil and our bodies feel more flowing with the energy of soft moisture and movement.
I remember one particular occasion where I had a very difficult workshop on my hands, with lots of cynics and some people even who were only there because their spouses had made them come. By lunchtime, I was ready to just walk out and say, "Well sod you then, if you don't want to do energy work, why are you here?!"
So after lunch break was over, I sat them all down and played the Wisdom of The Water.
What that did was just incredible.
The atmosphere was totally changed. It was as though the people themselves were different, their attitude had changed completely and this workshop went on to be a truly wonderful experience for all concerned in the end - thanks to the calming and clearing power of "The Wisdom Of The Water".
There is so much going on during this one journey, I could write for hours about the various metaphors in it and what they do and never get to the bottom of it, but there is one aspect that always amazed me once I had noticed it myself (after repeated personal use, that is!).
This is the learning about *change*. The water changes state and being as it FLOWS so smoothly from one incarnation to the other - but this isn't kicking and dragging change, being terrified of losing this or that but it is always forward flowing with total delight into the next state of being, always new, always exciting, always wonderful.
That to me is the most profound of the very many things we can learn from The Wisdom Of The Water - to flow with life through all our cycles and spirals, a new wonder each time and new each time no matter how often it has been experienced before.
This is the essence of Even Flow and delight in being alive.
The Wisdom Of The Water
As you relax and listen to me now,
I might tell you
about a person who went out
into their garden and they felt
a tiny cold sensation on their cheek.
They might have looked up to the sky and
might have realised that soon there would be rain,
and for some reason, that day they went
into their house and fetched a green blue chalice
made of old, old glass.
They took it outside and they stood it
in a place that would be right,
and even as they straightened and looked down
upon the chalice, they could feel the wind
now growing stronger and more rain
beginning now to fall, and they could see
one drop and then two inside the chalice.
Smiling, they would turn around and go inside
and close the doors, and for a moment
stand and watch as first the single spots of rain
appear now on the window pane, and then more still
that turn to little rivulets.
They would sigh with a smile and sit right down
in a most comfortable chair, and they would watch
the rain, and they would listen to the sounds of the rain,
and they would drift with in their mind with a slow thought
about their body and how much of it was water,
and how this water might remember things of old,
and how, if you were to imagine:
now yourself outside you could crouch down
and look at the rain falling onto the grass,
you would see
the superbly shaped miniature crystal drops
in all of their perfection, and if you looked much closer still,
you could see your own self reflected
in their silver surface, and you would reach
out with your mind and touch them,
and as you touched them you might cross
that threshold and your conscience
might merge with the drop of rain,
on the shiny green leaf that Is now
a water slide towards the dark brown earth
below so soft and welcome feeling as you
touch and merge and spread and reach
the other water consciousness
that is right here, a filtering awareness
that we’re bringin richness and fertility
into this soil, this land, this planet,
so slowly filtering down through dark brown soil,
through firm red clay, and moving swiftly through the yellow sand,
and touch the bedrock grey of ages smooth
impenetrable but we know there are small fissures
and we morph and slide through darkness to
the stillness as we fall and softly bounce the surface –
A vast clean lake black underground, so old,
so clear, so still, so pure and cold,
we have been here so long, so long and it is
cool and soothing and so still and peaceful,
healing, recharging us
here in this vast reservoir.
We rested here for no-one knows how long
but after timeless time, a movement
was perceived right at the very outer
edges of our consciousness, and how
this movement thus became a steady flow
and then a cascade, tumbling charge of energy
pressure building all around and deep within us
and we rise, and rise, against the force of gravity
who doesn't stand a chance today, and we are
rising higher still and bursting forth into:
the gold of sun and green of forest and so
we flow and bubble,
smoothly sliding over time worn river rocks,
dancing in eddies, leaping for joy
over broken stones and fallen branches,
purposefully diving from great cliffs with the roar
of our million voices tumbling, falling to the pool below
a water fall, and on we rush, singing,
dancing all the way until we grow more numerous,
and more ponderous,
and we slow and steady
as more and more come to join us,
a greater and greater procession,
and are born the river, so statesmanlike
with every tributary joining our parade,
we grow more grand and powerful until
We move into a rhythm call of slowest pulse
it calls towards a new excitement
and it has us all enthralled and focussed forward,
forward, as we sense a change in taste, in texture,
and in being, a push and pull from far away
so familiar, so familiar, so welcoming, so beckoning
as we swiftly slide across the mudflats, and in
a breathless moment that lasts no time at all,
we are the sea, the inshore sea, and all is new
and oh! The rhythm like a beating of the hearts
we cannot count, and deep below, the slower rhythm,
powerful and moving, as we greet the moon and rise
as one to meet her in devotion.
Jade blue rushing, dark green lifting
and the energy builds up and up and it
becomes ever more eternal, ever more infinite
as we grow and we are all the oceans of the world,
all the depths so deep so dark
and all the brilliant blue lagoons,
white crashing reef dancers
and all the crushing blows on stony shores
and the waves as high as mountains
enfolding countless beings in our midst
providing for them all,
so all expansive all at one
all things remembered, all embraced
all things eternal here and now.
There is awareness of the calling of the sun,
of the calling and the lifting,
of the calling and in answer we will rise
to meet the sky, pale sheets of mists we are
and rise in layers to the sun, towards
the perfect blue of summer skies, and even
as we rise and higher, higher still above
the ocean far below, an invisible procession
that fills the space and bridges heaven both to earth,
we touch each other lightly and we fly now high
majestically, so high above, so white and filled with dreams
and we are all things that you can conceive,
dancing, weaving, slowly unfolding, moving
with the tides of wind and time and high above
the sun always shines,
and the stars are always bright with glory.
Sometimes, the mountains meet us,
try to catch us, call us, ask for our embrace
and will blanket them with ease
and gentle tenderness, and sometimes,
deserts smile to us as we pass high above
and leave them to their golden, rocky splendour.
Timeless sailing, timeless drifting, gusting winds
and swirling dancers are we, one with joy
and passion, meeting for our festival of transformation,
whirling faster, spinning faster,
edging on to change and then we fill the skies
with song, until the tension breaks
and energy discharges roaring, blinding
flashes of delight and one by one, we tumble,
tumble gorgeously ensphered and rush
as fast as we can be to throw ourselves
in wild abandon to the land below,
to congregate in lakes or rivers,
to become the ocean once again, to slide across
the rocks and grass, to a new wonder
old though it may be,
so wonderful again and fresh and new
each time
because we are,
because we are,
because we are.
And a person might slowly
begin to wake from their dream,
and they might look
at the sparkling diamonds on the window pane,
and they might open the door to the garden and blinking,
step into the bright and clean.
The thunderstorm had passed.
And they walk across the sparkling grass
and they might well pick up a chalice
made from old green glass
that is now is filled with sparkling, liquid living
and they may pause before they raise it to their lips,
and smile, and drink it, feeling it refresh them,
energising and reminding them
of the wisdom,
of the water.
Buy HypnoDreams 1 The Wisdom of the Water here.
StarFall
Production Notes on Starfall
The reason for this induction is that often people who seek personal development are at a basic level dissatisfied with who they are.
Not only are they dissatisfied with who they are, but often even more dissatisfied with who they've been in the past.
This dissatisfaction may arise as the result of shame or guilt, or anger about things that they did or things that were done to them; either which way, there isn't a lot of internal unconditional love, even if the person (now) endeavours to heal and reconcile all that they were with all their heart.
In the past, it has occurred to me that traumatised individuals (and in a way, a person who has many bad memories from various clearly defined and separate stages of their lives may considered to be a collection of very different if related traumatised individuals) can't just sit down and heal on the spot, as it were.
I hold the belief that between the beginning of any recovery and the traumatised state there lies a time of sanctuary, of rest, of peace, if you will. A time out state that gives the individual a chance to get their breath back, so to speak. This sanctuary state was, in my opinion, a feature of the olden approaches, created in the office for the client by the psychiatrist or by a priest, a space where nothing was expected, no change demanded, and no judgements made.
In a strange way, each time someone engages in an activity such as doing affirmations, praying, tapping or tabbing, a self help book or cassette, he or she states that they're not good enough the way they are. In theory the client knows of course that they are more than just their problems, but in practice any kind of "unwanted" behaviour, be it an addiction, relationship problems, "unfounded" fears and phobias, depressions and whatever kinds of problems exist, "defines" the current personality and is often perceived to be one and the same as the individual.
Many people's neurologies resemble a country at war. Conscious and unconscious desires and drives are in continuous conflict, desire and resistance to change can express itself in a variety of ways, from an inability to live happily as a general state of mind, to neuro-somatic
problems of all kinds.
So this journey doesn't ask for change, for co-operation, or anything of this nature. It does not use the sanctuary state as the starting point for more changes towards a "better, more effectively integrated" person; it is the peace and total stillness that in and of itself is the healing.
I personally have felt in the past that I was so exhausted, I would have to rest for a thousand years before I could slowly find the strength to start over.
In the timeless spaces of energy and mind, we have the option to do exactly that - rest for as long as we need to rest to begin our restoration.
This simple resting space is in many ways more valuable than any other form of approach I can imagine and certainly, it was exactly what I needed at certain times in my life to be ready and prepared for future change.
Starfall
Leave your body here with me now,
resting gently
and in utter comfort and warmth,
becoming warm and still,
and with your body
you can leave your sense
of sounds, feelings, responses
of the kind that you were used
to having had,
but now, become aware
and differently realise that you are made of
energy complete, of
swirls of dancing atoms and of
e-lec-tri-ci-ty, flowing like the rise and
sound of breathing here and now - you are
etheric energy at ease and both
detached from what is all around you now
and still completely part and one
with all there is
and all there was
and all the earth, and all the sky
and not just sky but heaven too and so
you rise and drift and rise and drift …
… amongst the stars in reverence and wonder
blue suns, red suns, the galaxies and nebulae
your friends of old, from way back when a time
when time was young and you were one with all
there is and all there was and as you drift,
you come across …
a plane placed at the very edge of time
a plane that ends the universe and here you gently float
like sheets of silk and there you are
and as you are, the snow begins to fall,
at first a few flakes that
reflect a light you cannot see yet
you perceive it all around you
and the snow begins to fall in
whitest white against the silky
blackness of the wide horizons,
gentle snow flakes gently drifting down,
slowly falling soundless
amidst the stillness that enchants you.
The gentle snow flakes keep on
falling,
silently,
peace-fully,
slo-wly,
slo-wly turning the ground a purest white
and as they fall,
you can begin to feel yourself
falling with them,
becoming one with every one,
and settling in deeper
and deeper stillness and silence
and you can rest,
all is well,
all is here
and all is peace and stillness
and there's nothing else,
just the universe gently turning
and the stars gently turning
and the snow falling quietly as you find …
…that place of total peace, an
unconditioned peace where
nothing needs be done,
nothing needs be thought
and nothing needs to be achieved
as the snow flakes fall slower
and slower
and more s-l-o-w-l-y still until ….
… they simply cease and high above
the stars turn slower
and slower
and more s-l-o-w-l-y still until …
they simply cease and
time itself comes to a halt.
And it is here that there is peace forever,
the ultimate silence,
the ultimate peace,
the ultimate stillness
and here you rest within this timeless time of
timelessness, there is all there is right here, and all the healing of all
the millennia that ever was lies in this timeless space where all is
white, and all is silence.
Here you remain until
the time comes that
you are ready to
resume your journey through
the stars, through the lives
you have lived and are yet to
live, through the loves
you have known and are yet
to know, and you may
remain here
for a hundred thousand million
years or many more millennia,
at one with all there is,
in the safety beyond all safety,
in the peace beyond all
peace.
It is now.
It is here.
It is you and me and
all there is
and ever will become.
Rejoice.
And very very gradually, you
become aware of a rising
an energy deep from a
well within your deepest core
of your universe
and this energy is beginning to
tingle and call
and answer all
at the same time
and as it builds from the
merest tiny notion
on to a wondrous note
from way afar,
the stars are beginning
to slowly turn once more,
and the snow begins to turn to water,
flake to drop, flake to drop,
one by one as time
unfolds for you and
every snow flake that melts in to
a sparkling crystal droplet,
the energy within you
builds in time until the time
has come for you to rise up and
seek to be one
with your body
in a new way, to be one
with your life in a new way,
rested,
ready,
so ready to go forth
and now you realise you know
that you can
no longer wait
to see the new dawn.
Buy HypnoDreams 1 The Wisdom of the Water here.
Ice River
Production Notes on Ice River
How do we get to travel beyond our own limitations and out and beyond the old barriers and cages of self?
The ice river is a very ancient and also, a very well known way to do just that.
It exists in many different permutations across the widest range of cultures; and it is a truly magical occurrence.
Just as magical are the winter lands.
There is no accident in the fact that Superman's "Fortress of Solitude" can be found at the North Pole, the palace of the Ice Queen and Father Christmas's multi-coloured magical workshop "where all the toys in the world are made".
This is deep magic, very old, very powerful.
On this journey we do nothing but to scout these lands "beyond" and become more familiar with them, re-claim them as our own and begin to make a first connection to the magic which resides here and which truly, "cannot be found in any other place, in any other way".
Many people spend a lifetime "looking for their magic" and this journey will show an aspect of this magic which is perfectly ours, perfectly our own and perfectly reachable - if we make the effort and seek it out with volition, get to know it and when the time is right, re-awaken it from its frozen sleep.
On a personal note, it was Ice River directly which taught me how to use my "night eyes" - to see the patterns of the energy world with a set of other senses than the physical eyes. What it might do for each individual of course, I cannot know - but I do know that I would like each person to at least travel there once and just make that first contact, so their own "north poles" are once again, a part of their world in awareness at least.
Ice River
Let’s transport ourselves for a moment
to a different place, a different time
of where the autumn turns to winter
scapes, a gentle merging as the sun
is low on the horizon and the air
tastes sharp and clear.
We would stand
in warming furs, well covered
snug within
and we would see ahead
a river white and wide
straight river, out into
the far perspective where
the banks have merged
before the low horizon
meets the single point
in distance.
And we would step upon
our starting point,
a frozen lake
so deeply frozen,
thickest glass
of white and blue
so solid now
beneath our feet
and as our feet
would quite without
our mind’s command
would now begin
to move and slide
and skate in
rhythmic pulses
left to right
and as our bodies
bend into the movement
and our arms begin
to reach as well
thus we begin
our journey
forward
upward
on the river white
and raise our eyes
to where the point
of far perspective lies
and we begin to travel
Faster, faster still and lighter,
each forward pulse
increases the momentum
each forward pulse
adds speed and now we
seem to fly towards
the point of far perspective
where the land must
meet the sky and all is
one, and silent white,
pulse travelling
pulse carrying
pulse flying
as the point expands
and seems a light
and seems to grow
in brightness and
you know
the doorway
lies before you
as you keep your eyes
towards the gate of far perspective
as you approach
and it grows more defined
and clearer
in your vision
soft white
and pulsing with a beat
that is the same
that pulses in your body
that brings you closer
closer with each beating
of your heart
it grows
the doorway grows
and now it fills your vision
here it is,
here you are
here you have arrived
at the gate of far perspective
and another pulse or two or three
bring you into the white
and white is right and all there is
and for a moment there is
nothing but the movement
on continuing and phasing
slowing from the impetus
relaxing down and slowing more
until you passed the gate
and you become aware and see:
The winter world before you
and the river still
and frozen still it is for
you to travel glass and icy smooth
and yet it is a river and it turns
and loops through winter lands.
Slowly and without the slightest effort
you begin to glide the Winter River
and you see along the banks on either side
fantastic landscapes, crisp and white
the sky so radiant blue above
and all is winter still and reverend.
Gently you glide by
and you perceive
enchanted castles,
frozen wells
and there’s a knowing
that there’s sleeping things,
snug and safe
in timeless slumber
deep beneath
the sweeps and crests
of ancient ice
that lies a beautiful
frozen ocean
stretching far
and further still.
Gently you glide by
and you perceive
ice mountains,
sparkling glass
fantastic sculptures
that are beautiful
and they are here
as they could be
not anywhere
but here
Gently you glide on
and know that this
is now a world
that others never seek
to seek, nor seek to
travel.
And as you travel,
and observe,
and as you travel
and you marvel at the beauty
and the clarity
the timelessness
and perfect beauty of the white
your world grows larger
and a part that has been
long denied
has taken and is taking now
its rightful place
and you can know
as darkness falls
and Northern Lights play
in the sky
beneath your closing arc
that there is magic here
that there is much
you never thought to seek
that you might think
of coming here again
to seek and find
to learn and love
to stand before
the vastness and the beauty
and you might find
the kind of treasure here
that simply cant be known
in any other way.
Glide by
Beneath the banding lights
of dancing jade and purple,
celestial blue and greens
in hues you’ve never known
you glide on by to find
the gate of far perspective
for your journey here
was one of recognition
and of admiration
and of re-connection
to a something
that you might have thought
you had forgotten
and yet that lives
and sleeps and breathes
forever in a beauty
that cannot be found
in any other place.
Beneath the diamond stars
in stillness you return
and close the distance gently
as the gate grows from the point
of far perspective
widening on your approach
and with a tiny sense
of regret at leaving once again so soon
and with a small decision
to return when time is here and time is right
you move towards the growing gate of white
that takes you back and through into
your time of mind, and back and through
into
your time of here and now, a gentle dissolution
of the magic and a gentle drifting back to self
in thought, in mind, in
physicality
as your awareness of the here-and-now
comes back in gentle waves,
in gentle waves of feelings and sensations
here and now and bright aware
retaining and remembering.
Buy HypnoDreams 1 The Wisdom of the Water here.
Treasures & Riches
Production Notes on Treasures & Riches
I am uncertain as to what exactly this energy hypnosis induction does for our energy systems, our bodies and our lives.
All I know is that I find this evocation or story absolutely fascinating and have listened to it more than probably any of the others (perhaps apart from Ocean Wood) and I just love it.
Is it something about people holding on to their pains and old emotions in the mistaken belief that they are valuable? Perhaps they are valuable indeed but can be traded for something even more valuable still ..?
In the meantime, here is a trip to a VERY different part of the universe and quite a way outside of our own solar system, called strangely ...
Treasurers & Riches
Once upon a far away land
and in a time, not quite like ours,
there was a solar system
drifting in its galaxy
towards the inner core,
and if your were to have approached it
in a spacecraft, or even riding on a winged being
through the dimensions and the fabric of the light,
you would have easily been able
to discern the seven planets
orbiting a diamond red star light
so intense that it stood out clearly
and sparkling amidst the densest tapestry
of stars above,
of stars beyond
of stars below.
If you were to have approached at rushing speed
you would have seen with awe
the seventh planet, trailing streams of ice across its path,
yet rainbow lit and star so bright
with hue of rosebud from its distant sun;
and passing by, a planet dark and purple
and its moons in orbit, matching colour,
matching revolution and beyond,
the red gold sickle of another sunrise there,
and on to see a sphere of blue you never saw
and white with hues of sunrise and it would
grow more and more upon approach
and widen in your field of vision
and we would gently drift to land amongst
the shores of purple mountains, by the blue,
blue lakes and saffron shores.
And here we might encounter
standing still a trader, clad in purple robes,
eagerly awaiting our first footsteps in the bright
and bracing light beneath an alien sun that feels
familiar like the sunset
when we left our homes and made our hearts
steadfast to be one on this journey.
Beneath, the saffron sands are soothing soft
and gently welcome our bodies, and though
we leave no trace nor shadow, we go forth
to meet the trader and we greet him
in a steady voice
of welcome and of recognition.
And the trader is a being, white and wise
beneath their purple robes and asks no more than
we would follow to their home
and garden by the saffron shores
by the blue, blue lake
where dreams grow flowers and sounds
like silken grasses weave
beneath the silent winds of sun
and little fancies firefly.
We enter halls of living marble and before us
set a feast of strangest fruit and sky blue wine
which sparkles and the bubbles make our noses twitch
and tingle on our tongues.
And the trader asks,
what do you bring to me tonight?
And there is one amongst us
who can light the way and he begins to tell
a tale of loss, of sorrow and
he bends his head, his tears fall
and they turn to diamonds in his lap,
falling diamonds from his eyes
until his sadness is released
and now he breathes
deeply, freely, once again.
The trader waves and a fairy did appear
with a small casket, velvet lined,
stands small and wide eyed
as the one amongst us who did cry the diamonds
gently gathers them and places them into
the velvet one by one.
The trader looks upon the diamonds
and is most satisfied and nodding, smiling and exclaiming
of their quality and beauty and we watch
as another of our group begins to tell
a tale of hurt and anger, and as
his heart pounds blood and fists become in rage
hot fire flashes from his eyes, and turns to tears
of ruby falling to his lap unheeded as he rages, rages
and until his rage is spent and now,
he breathes deeply, freely once again.
His ruby rages are collected
in a new casket fresh and clear.
The trader looks upon the rubies
and is most satisfied and nodding,
smiling and exclaiming
of their quality and beauty
and we watch as another of our group
begins to tell a tale of love denied, and
then another speaks of hopelessness,
and I, I talk of hatred and revenge,
and starry sapphires, precious jade and emeralds
are falling from us, pouring from us
till at last our treasures are all spent
and we breathe deeply, freely once again.
On the polished table
before each of us
there sits a casket filled with gems
and the trader is well pleased.
He claps his hands and many fairies
now appear in robes of white
that make them seem like angels,
and each is carrying offerings on sea shells of opal
which belong to us
now in return these gifts
are rare and precious beyond measure,
magicals for us to take away, and each one
custom made to be the fairest measure of the trade.
And one of us discovers with delight
a starry light that guides your way
through darkest night,
and one of us discovers
now a tiny music that will be
with you, no matter where or what,
and one of us discovers a small colour,
small enough to fit your hand,
that brightens and reminds
wherever you go, no matter what
and I, I find a magic feather touch
so I need never be alone or without love.
Immersed in our new gifts we were,
for a long time no-one spoke and there
was just the trader, smiling knowing
that a good deal had been done this day.
We thanked him as he thanked us too,
and when we left, the velvet night had come
and brightly coloured songs were dancing
by the saffron shores
by the blue, blue lake and so we celebrated through
until at dawn, we said farewell
to take our treasures home and now
we couldn’t wait to share them
with the loved ones we had left behind and who
are anxiously awaiting our return.
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Bonus Track: Darling
No script here, find out for yourself ...
HypnoDreams 1
The Wisdom Of The Water
Pure Energy Magic Evocations by Silvia Hartmann
Soundscapes by Ananga Sivyer
Featuring Vocals by Pia
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The finest swords are honed
in fire and in ice,
and all their strength
does never yet appear
until the time of test is here,
the time of challenge
and of rising
to the challenge ...
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"Project Sanctuary - the ultimate magical adventure!" Carna Zacharias-Miller
