The song of repression
Sings
Inside you and me
One billion voices
Sound like silence
Until the ear chooses to hear
Today one billion notes are singing
Through cellular walls
Can you hear them?
They sound like an unchained
melody
Bass notes dancing with sopranos
Spiraling into unity
Harmonizing our cells
Back to Light
This poem was written in honor of all who have endured the abuses of repression and acts of violence. We are hearing your songs, keep singing them into the beautiful harmony of change.
Hello to everyone! I want once again to offer an opportunity for all writers who follow this blog to share information on their books. It can be very difficult to generate publicity for our writing, so I thought this little effort might help. All books may be mentioned, and there is no restriction on genre. This includes poetry and non-fiction.
To participate, simply give your name, your book, information about it, and where to purchase it in the comments section. Then please be willing to reblog and/or tweet this post. The more people that see it, the more publicity we can generate for everyone’s books.
I asked Meryk, the talented young boy, who put together The Labyrinthbook trailer for me if he would be willing to be interviewed on my blog. I’m delighted to share with you our Q & A:
How old are you, how long have you been creating videos, and how did you get started with it?
I am 11-years-old and have been creating videos for about two-and-a-half years. I’ve always watched YouTube videos and thought it would be easy to make my own and get thousands of views right away. I believed that when I started YouTube, I would get so popular and famous, but it turns out it’s takin’ some time. I began watching videos to learn how to grow my channel and I found that you can’t be popular on YouTube without editing. The editing makes it more entertaining. So I started watching videos on how to edit and downloaded a ton of apps until I’d find one that I liked. Then I began editing all of my own videos. Sometimes my mom would tell me while watching one of my soccer games that many of my friends’ parents would tell her how their child watches all of my videos.
Have you thought about developing your talents into a career someday?
Yeah, becoming a famous YouTuber is one of the careers I’ve been considering. I would do editing for other people to make money, but it’s not my passion. I feel most excited about the idea of making funny and creative videos with my friends and getting paid for it! Last year I was so lucky while vacationing in Myrtle Beach. I was in the pool and looked across and noticed some people walking by, who looked like YouTubers I used to watch. I ran up to them before they left the pool area and discovered it was who I thought, and they had 2.8 million subscribers! I introduced myself and they talked to me for a while. They even gave me a “shout-out” on their channel and we spent a lot of time together throughout the week.
What is your favorite thing to do aside from creating videos?
I love football, soccer, and basketball and I like to make “beats”, using GarageBand. I also like to play drums and jump on the trampoline.
What is your least favorite thing to do?
My least favorite thing to do is school, but I do like playing football during recess at school.
If you could choose your power/totem animal what would it be?
would choose a tiger because they’re big and powerful.
If you could choose a super-power what would it be?
My superpower would be to fly because I love being airborne and hope to go skydiving and cliff jumping some day. I’ll make sure to make a video about it.
Thank you to Meryk for participating in the blog interview. Please support Meryk by visiting his YouTube channel. If you know a young Warrior of Light who you think should be interviewed on this blog, please let me know! I’m starting a new section dedicated for this purpose to inspire children of all ages to follow their “Light.”
It was said some years ago, and there was anger in it – just a bit – but she was right. We both collapsed in a heap of laughter on each other’s shoulder a second later.
There has to be humour in these weekends. They can be very intense – not by imposition, but by personal choice. When those attending, particularly for the first time, see the effect of a group of fellow adventurers working with the landscape, it can become infectious. We’re not just here as tourists, though that’s great fun and part of it, we’re here to experiment with consciousness – in a loving and lovely way. If that doesn’t harmonise a group, nothing will.
It is all about tea-rooms, but that’s a generic term… A charming gastropub on a rocky promontory just outside the harbour of one of the…
The structure was created by a more modern hand, but the transport was real. A hallway to the Hypogeum opened within his mind as his feet traveled the corridor. Each pillar marking a lifetime passed or yet to come, covered by shadows broken by light. Not the false light ensconced above. No, they had turned that off before they pushed him inside. He could feel the warmth of the womb closing in around him, but also its darkness. The pulse of the Mother-heart pumping memories through his blood. Her cord feeding, but also recording life before it is taken away. The circle felt endless, the space within infinite. Fear pushed the shroud further over his forehead, closing the eye. They had warned him this might happen in some form. The fist of the ego-mind closing the light of the heart is something he knew all must face. He let the darkness cover him. He felt its gnashing teeth. He felt its sour breath. He heard the cry of its want ring through his ears. And, he felt its lack of pulse. The pulse! Yes, he felt it now, again, deep within. It had never stopped its beat. He had only forgotten temporarily that it was there, always. How foolish I have been, he thought, for neglecting the life within.
My contribution to this week’s #writephoto prompt by Sue Vincent. To participate, click here.
Rested, the group of pilgrims gathers on the Saturday morning beneath the vast presence of Bamburgh Castle. The castle was restored to its present glory by the 19th century munitions entrepreneur and inventor William Armstrong. Lord Armstrong bought it from the Crewe trustees in 1894 for the sum of £60,000 – a fortune then. He went on to spend a further one million pounds creating an iconic English castle which would be used as a convalescent home for ‘well educated people who had fallen on hard times’.
Armstrong’s descendants still own and use Bamburgh Castle, though they have other dwellings. too. They are very much a part of Northumberland’s life and social hierarchy.
The portrait above was painted in 1846 and hangs in the museum within the castle walls which is dedicated to his work.
But we are not here for history. We are here to engage with the now
Late Friday afternoon, 14th September. A group of travellers arrive in Bamburgh, Northumberland. Their intention is to invoke a landscape.
The meeting place is one of the hotels in the village of Bamburgh, but the first destination is that liminal place: the beach – and what a beautiful place it is…
The beach here sits between two worlds, yet is part of both. The huge and dominating presence of Bamburgh Castle to the west, and the pure white line of the sea’s breaking surf to the east. A shaded charcoal sky offsets the bright landscape, giving a perfect light for photography.
Close to the castle, the guide brings the group to a halt. To the north, just visible against the grey of the evening sky, is the rocky outcrop on top of which sits Lindisfarne Castle. The guide points…
“Our weekend will take us from this beach to that traditional…
Today, all being well, I will be on Holy Island… Lindisfarne… for the last day of the Silent Eye’s autumn workshop. It is a place I love and have been lucky enough to visit many times now… but it can never be enough.
That is one of the joys of these workshops… that we not only get to visit wonderful places ourselves…and spend time researching them too… but that we get to share them with others, exploring the sites and their histories, their legends, myths and folklore… and making them a part of a theme that runs through the weekend. These themes explore spiritual concepts, often in unusual ways, and because we do not stand as teachers in front of our students, but share the journey, listening, looking and learning ourselves, we learn as much as we share.
The song of repression
Tree of Life by Mary Fleeson
The Light Behind the Story 