From an interrupted, shallow sleep I awoke early,
and walked into the night, as if called by a Voice deep within.
An elemental? An ancestor? My imagination? Bat kohl?
The air was cold and damp,
the darkness seemed to envelope me,
the trees ‘closed in’, and all was quiet.
Nothing at all.
And with some trepidation,
into a forest clearing I slowly strode.
A fallen tree provided a seat,
and I sat, and waited.
The air felt ‘electric’ as though something would happen,
like a ‘silent storm’ approaching.
And I waited. And shivered.
Waited. And got damp.
And then from within, or without,
almost undetectable, a quiet, loving, voice was heard.
Slowly, unhurriedly, powerfully, the Voice said:
“As above, so below,
there are things you should know.”
“Human words are powerful, they are a door,
your actions are effective, they are pure metaphor.”
“And so I speak of humanity’s cosmic task,
To be revealed, evidenced, enjoyed, without any mask.”
“And so, don’t just sit, but take heed and do,
these are worded-actions-prayers for many, and for you.”
“And so, again I say, as above, so below,
remember these things; they are things you should know.”
“Through prayer, does that which is unseen, unmanifest,
reveal itself and take form in the blessed.”
“And so, I mention,
with your hands at your side, walk humbly,
take seven half-steps forward, its a journey of intention.”
“And now, raise your hands in simple ‘surrender’,
and point both to Heaven, that domain of awesome splendour.”
“Widen your arms, and so scoop, and harvest
pure energy, pure ‘gold’, and be prepared to be feel blessed.”
“Draw in that power, by folding your arms like an ‘x’ on your chest,
and feel its benefits, its warmth; you’re at peace, at one, ‘at home’, at rest.”
“Then stretch forth your arms, and mould with your hands
as if a ball, that ‘globe-like’ power-blessing from the ouranic meadowlands.”
“With one foot leading, and with knees part bent,
sway back and forth, in preparation for that ‘goodness’ to be sent.”
“In your mind, name the loved-one, the recipient, the friend,
and in your heart, see them, imagine them, to that end.”
“‘Push’ with your hands, that power-blessing from you to them,
and sigh the sound of the ages, the ‘so be it’, the ‘amen’.”
“And then, your hands drop to your side,
power has gone out; but there is no lack,
for the power-blessing that went forth, also comes back,
in another way and at another time, and so you, too, are blessed.”
Having done everything as directed,
I stood there in awe.
The air was cold and yet I felt warm,
the night so dark but in my mind’s eye it seemed to glow.
The Voice had gone.
The Voice? An angel? The Deity? Awen?