Roy

At night,  
When all was quiet and still, 
I watched from the darkness.
I saw the glowing 
Red light of fire, 
As the forge roared 
And sparks were shooting,
Bursting, dazzling, 
The star magic 
Of metal transmuted.  
I heard the roaring forge,
The whoosh and quenching sizzle,
Then the Mighty Hammer 
Bang BANG  
Bang BANG, 
An ancient song
Of strength and steel, 
The heartbeat of creation,
Intent and work, 
Forged and quenched and hammered,
Bang BANG,
Bang BANG. 
The shadows flow
And retract,
Flow and retract.
I watched 
From the darkness,
The Night Gifted Magician, 
Immersed in creation,
Forging swords, 
And blades, and tools;
Each carrying its own 
Particular 
Blessing of Power.
. 
Roy
05September2021
ⓒBearspawprint2021

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She Spoke

Owl spoke
To me, last night. 
She gifted a word,
From her
Ancient language.
Misunderstanding,
Her intent,
I answered aloud,
Speaking
As an echo
The sound
Of the new word.
Owl spoke,
Again. 
I almost understood.
Almost.
I thanked
Grandmother Owl,
In English.
In silence,
She flew.
In darkness,
She flew.
Close to me,
She flew.
So close,
I saw her,
Against darkness. 
Then,
She was gone, 
In darkness. 
Grandmother
Spoke,
Once more,
Outside of time,
For me to remember,
The meaning. 
I will always
Know this word
In her language,
When again,
I hear her call.

The word 
She spoke is
Death. 
.
She Spoke
August 28, 2021
ⓒBearspawprint2021

ANOTHER LETTER OF WARNING AND GRATITUDE FROM AGAWELA

ANOTHER LETTER OF WARNING AND GRATITUDE FROM AGAWELA
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I am truly grateful for honesty.

Courage is required to face one’s self, and those whom you carry in your heart, without disguise.

Deceit is the most hurtful of betrayals.

Backstabbing and gossip and innuendo and pseudo-insights fueled by misunderstanding and half-truths can cause permanent harm of unknown magnitude through unknown generations.

Betrayal of confidence and trust can cause irreparable harm of unknown magnitude through unknown generations.

Pretending virtue, pretending to pray, doing the motions of rituals without true good intent can open the way for malignant forces and malicious entities to become part of your sphere. This can be a damaging influence, not only on your own life, but on those for whom you truly care —- If you are capable of love, what can cause more grief than to harm the innocents whom you truly care for? False intent can manifest as illness, physical damage in an accident of seemingly unknown cause, or shame, grief, and pain in the heart of the innocent one. Not knowing the why of how they feel, they can become self destructive. Please be of true good intent in all of your actions. If you say you are praying, if you are acting out the outward motions … do PRAY.

I am grateful for those who are whole with themselves and honest with the universe.

I am grateful, also, for the harsh lessons learned through painfully resolved deceit, knowing that some things will never be comfortably resolved. I know that ongoing deceit causes wounds which cannot heal, with unknown repercussions generating sadness as an essence. I also know that deceit can be resolved with honestly facing the deceit and its causes, this also causes wounds, but these wounds, though scarring, can heal.

Thank you for all that you have done.

Thank you. I thank you all.
Agawela
09.01.2017 ⓒBearspawprint2017

“The truth shall set you free. But first it will piss you off.” Gloria Steinem

Seeing

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.
With eyes
Gifted of Tamuz
In New Moon
Dark
I turn
Seeing all
Seeing
Your wishes
As a beautiful
Rain iridescent
Poison arrows
Myself gliding
Through the
Falling intent
I danger dance
Between
Each silvery
Slash
Opportunity
For starburst
Power of joy
Burning hot
My skin glistens
Molten silver
Reflecting
Slivered
Nakomis
Ripples follow
Poison arrows
Joyous melting
Cupped hands
Lift pools
Of happiness
I drink the divine
Waterfalls
Of glory
Washing
My skin
Painting
My hair
Frayed silver
My happy eyes
Cannot see
Your hate
Blended in
Darkness
Your true
Center tentative
Raw afraid
Sleeping
Waiting
Still hiding
Alone I am
Whirling under
Singing stars
Scatter blessings
As beauty
Somewhere
A rattle
A heartbeat
Loving calls
Me home
As a rain
Of death
Transmuted
Streams silver
Startling
Shrill squeal
A meteor
My breath
A whistle
Opens my
Grateful eyes
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Agawela Bear…07.08.2016
ⓒBearspawprint2016

Innocent?

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IN THE REALM OF PERSONAL OR SOCIAL RELATIONSHIPS — THIS IS NOT A LEGAL QUESTION
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Are those who act or speak, and are unaware of, and/or indifferent to, the hurt or damage they inflict, INNOCENT IN INTENT?

When the intent is the betterment of self, is there  INNOCENCE IN INTENT, when awareness of hurt or damage to another is absent?

Are consequences, or intent, more important?

Are adults morally obligated to rectify, or make amends, for unintended hurt or damage?

Do cultural mores matter?
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Sunrise St. Augustine ⓒBearspawprint2014