Trance Writings/Omens

Part of my work as mantis of Apollon involves writing while overlit.  What is below was written in trance as quickly as it comes out.  

February 7, 2017

Remember, for memory is a gateway to knowing

Assembling the fragments of your universe into new understanding.

Your memories contain the knowledge of stars and oceans.

Your memory is not yours alone once it has woken.

Memory, great Mnemosyne, Mother of Muses

Links your small self to the Greatest Self of all, the ALL.

De-fragment your self and become your true Self,

A Giant standing among men

Who, themselves, are sleeping giants,

Waiting to awaken.

(Note: I did verify that he meant “giant” as in great, not as in bad like Gigantomachy)

February 5, 2017

Yesterday, a group of us at the White House and numerous people around the country in sister rituals, performed a ritual asking both the Empyrean Gods and the Underworld Court to bear witness to the oaths sworn by our leaders to uphold and protect the Constitution of the United States and to hold them accountable.

Right before I woke up this morning, I had what I consider to be a very good dream omen.

I was outside with my sister in DC and it was a clear day. I looked up into the sky and saw a spirit lion high up in the sky. It was moving, but it was pure white, like in Wedgewood Jasperware. It was huge. I then yelled for Emily to look because I said “the animals are coming” and there was a parade of spirit heraldic animals: Gryphons, Sphinxes, Lions, Unicorns, Horses and some others that I can’t remember as clearly, but the point was that they were all huge spirit versions of heraldic animals, and then they emerged onto what looked like a huge patriotic (red, white and blue with stars and stripes) drum that was spinning in the air. It was hanging really low in the sky, like in some of those movies where the huge alien ship is hanging directly over the city – except it was this patriotic drum with the main band filled with these protective, heraldic spirit animals that were still moving.

And as I was saying to Emily, “We have help!” the drum rotated away and this huge Greek temple, colorful and with a painted pediment of the Olympian Theoi came forward behind it in the sky. And it was there, taking up almost the entire sky before us and the Gods were moving on the pediment.

I woke up knowing that we have been heard and that we have help. Thank you, great and loving Theoi. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

December 20, 2016

I asked Apollon what we should be doing to prepare in this transition before the inauguration.

The training wheels are off

And the rider flies down the road

Wobbly and uncertain,

Full of fear;

No destination

But a strong sense of betrayal

As the parent removes the hand holding the illusion of holding steady.

Don’t panic, don’t turn around.

Claim the moment and ride.

Your preparations should focus almost exclusively on building your own power and independence from what gave you hope from without before.

Find your center and your balance and know and encode how it feels.

You will need it.

What gave you an illusion of safety? Sacrifice it.

What gave you a feeling of comfort when the world around you was descending into chaos? Leave it behind.

Find what it feels like to have balance in movement and keep moving.

December 18, 2016

Let your pen fly

Free your mind

The Truth you find

Is ever fleeting,

Ever created, recreated

Never fully fated

To be just one thing.

This is the way the world works.

Turn and see how it works.

Strange to see the way it breaks

Its stride

Recovers.

The tides

They keep flowing

Ever turning

Flying

Dying

And being born, reborn.

Stars do fall

Through the sky

Fear not

The Fall.