Now is the season of the peach blossoms

Stencil watercolor by Hudley

Walking into the darkened tomb of betrayals and the unforgiven. Sweeping the dust around of promises from yesterdays hopes; she looks out an ancient window and sees a vast wasteland. A sudden light arches by that is pink and vibrating with warmth and rhythm. A stage, a balance machine and a strange God comes forth out of peach blossoms of light. Family, friends and enemies march by as their hearts are weighed.

Falling back she is alone again and as the tomb transforms into another place something is downloaded into her body… in a knowing way,

” See this three-dimensional brain from every perspective.  Thinking, perceiving and judging; within the mind is vast knowledge. The tomb that houses this great brain is humbled, but greater still is the thing that pushed the blood and gives one aspirations of life and love. Vastly superior when known and awoken. Hail to the heart!”


Spell 30

For not letting N’s Heart create opposition against him in the realm of the dead


O my heart which I had from my mother, O my heart which I had upon earth, do not rise up against me as a witness in the presence of the Lord of Things; do not speak against me concerning what I have done, do not bring up anything against me in the presence of the Great God, Lord of the West.



Hail to you, my heart! Hail to you, my heart! Hail to you my entails! Hail to you, you gods who are at the head of those who wear the sidekick, who lean on their staffs! May you say what is good to Re, may you make me to flourish, may powers be bestowed when I go forth, having been interred amount the great ones who long endure upon earth.
Not dying in the west, but becoming a spirit in it.
~ Ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead


3 thoughts on “Now is the season of the peach blossoms

  1. I feel like I am among the unforgiven with you and that is a dark place. i always wait to hear your words because i know that so often what i hear is myself, my own thoughts but spoken from a more mature perspective. Because of my immaturity I often hide in jokes and clumsy attempts to amuse. i fear that i if were to be as honest as you i would show my vulnerability and open myself to the wounds the world inflects. Instead I make an ass of my self and unintentionally wound those who I hold in esteem. mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

    1. I have lost a lot in the last few years… (along with the production of eggs) and I find being honest is something that still rings true for some… it is so refreshing for someone , like you, to share feelings… and thoughts with me… sometimes I feel like I am screaming in the wilderness… take care xx

  2. Even if that’s true you are screaming in the wilderness, you are heard. And my theory is I’d rather be screaming in the wilderness, screaming anywhere than being silent or just whimpering quietly to myself.

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