I Direct My Staves To Revelations

This is a report of an Animist Ceremony i performed this morning.

This post pertains to Earth Energy Contacts

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At a wonderful retreat last weekend, the good folks spoke of the
sheer living power of Raw Animism. Yesterday was Monday, and in
the evening i began the ancient practice decisively, in a ceremony at
the ford of a river, where 3 far-running ancient paths converge.
Then this morning, in a hedge with birds nesting,
i dedicated my armory of walking stick wands.

I have decided here to publish little more than the
Spoken Charm, an extremely brief description of the
ceremony, a large immediate effect, and my apologies.
Squeezing Animism thru fingertips is not easy work.

I’ll give you the Spoken Charm, then the brief description,
then a big immediate effect of the ceremony.
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.. .. ..
I direct the movement of my staves to Land Energy Revelations,
I keep their Souls in treasure.
I direct the movement of my staves to Land Energy Revelations,
I keep their Souls in treasure.
I direct the movement of my staves to Land Energy Revelations,
I keep their Souls in treasure.
I direct the movement of my staves to Land Energy Revelations,
I keep their Souls in treasure.
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(Spoken approximately 8 times in 30 minutes.)

Brief Description:: .. A Raw Animist Ceremony done this morning:

.. Before the forest verge behind my house,
.. Looking out thru the last human hedge and its wire garden fence,

.. Beyond which: .. Toward left: a portal that i made and use,
.. .. the small rock hillock that’s just inside there looks huge,

.. Toward right: !!.Eight Birch Trees Surround A Split Stone.!!

.. Center: A bit of dense shadow.

Up Close: Four walking stick wands stood upright in the hedge.

A Big Immediate Extremely-Animist Result:

Eight birch trees round a split stone, shadowed wood, a hill fort,
Freaking Uther Pen->>DRAGON<<, .. Arthur’s father, his source of
both Land and Fire energy. .. (a poet said, in death Uther crosses
the sky in a boat to his Lover/Mother in her garden in the Moon.) ..

Well, some time ago he helped me write a book about him, and i
definitely said then, renew and repeat it now, as fellow men and
fellow soldiers, fellow fools and bstrds, i owe him major service.
And the fugging bstrd says i’ve been conscripted.

That is all i’m squeezing into words here.
It will be nice if we can sit down sometime,
for mustard-pickle sandwiches, little biscuits,
blueberry jam, and tea, with restaurant napkins,
arbor in a whole orchard of Vine-Ripe Mixed Fruit,
and shrubs bearing Toasted Pecan Muffins,
and i’ll tell you whatever i then remember.

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