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"The Sleeper and The Supernaturalist" The Sleeper shone as she walked through the Woods shining alive like nothing natural could caught in the moonlight unaware the innocent red-caped roses stared the trees whispered, "beware, beware" barefoot softly the Supernaturalist transfigures instead from under shine she bares what exists deeper beneath that cumbersome skin silently she turns watching you, eyes sharp jade not blue she sees you the you that burns indigo flame captured by ultra violet hues secrets hidden imprinted in the walls of folly, a strange lair transmogrifying light and dark both, with care protective lines of a full circle she draws around herself with broken branch of a tree, leaves - like flying pages from books surrender, they are now unnecessary falling all about her they dissolve in thin air like melting snow, everywhere - where blood is not thicker than water she speaks to the Others unseen as she moves her way through shallow to deeper emotional waters in the waves of the air invocations heard as clear as bells spectral haunting coded noscitur-a-sociis the path and the challenge not daunting, for her she transfigures far to near the free, the 'dirt poor' new nooks babbling minds flowing like brooks baring portentous romantic prophecies naked labyrinthine notions fresh necks in the woods there to bleed back to life to feed and reciprocate for what's good odd hymns unravelling the seductive necromancy understood sometimes mis-understood there in that place where strange creatures come and go igniting mojo fires for stoking with leaves to warm the rune potions hearts, cold stones each with a name and symbol, for stroking invisible guardian watches over two night walkers waking one and the same one wakes at night the other by day the Supernaturalist hypnotises fey with folly in the Dells of Parnassus Home of the gods and their muses tombs become tomes enlightened celebratory masses whispering the Sleeper in to parlay her somnolent prayers surround like some holy mother ringing the bells ringing the bells ringing the bells 3 is the number well after midnight for mystic mesmerisers misunderstood sometimes understood shrine alters they adorn with meaningful heresy planting in the electric their entrancement, they espy without grimoire, their charges velvet bedded, all adrift now in the opium of their magick poesies all soft petals, thistles and sharp thorns roads to stories fair weather and dark storms nebulous, unending, cloudy elixir of dreams, taken behind all windows portals closing portals closing portals closing the woods beckon the woods scream delta tinctured movements of a rapid eye brings forth the bodiless with words undead and true that they must do what must undo belligerently defy dismissal and its nemesis auto-da-fé a mist in the torn splintered Wood of Tears way long gone past the folly of fears bell book and candle breaks the cracked tired crucible with feathery quills and charms of blue what comes to pass found through indomitable will she delivers, automatically to you spoken from the Seat of Pythia at the cross road of The Sleeper's Delphi heart The Supernaturalist sees and hears the unseen and the seen residing and hiding in you (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) “A Place Called Home”/ PJ Harvey https://youtu.be/jxcscHnnXCQ "We Float" / PJ Harvey https://youtu.be/pU2NDAo69Nc “Christabel”/ Samuel Taylor Coleridge FULL POEM https://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/content/christabel FULL POEM (the better link of the two) https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5441df7ee4b02f59465d2869/t/583cb8f9440243877a04fd40/1480374529480/COLERIDGE++Christabel.pdf https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christabel_(poem) Significance of the “Bells” in Christable by Samuel Taylore Coleridge: “Throughout the poem, the bells communicate a reminder of Christabel's dead mother. Sometimes this reminder is good, like when they ring as a reminder that Christabel's mom is lingering about and playing guardian angel.” “The Sleeper” / Edgar Allan Poe https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48629/the-sleeper-56d22a05d79d5 D.H. Lawrence https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/955123-it-s-a-*****-thing-is-a-man-s-soul-it-is “The Crucible”/ Arthur Miller https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Crucible “The Crucible”/ Cliff Notes https://www.cliffsnotes.com/literature/c/the-crucible/about-the-crucible “The Crucible”/ Ebook https://ia600209.us.archive.org/17/items/TheCrucibleFullText/The%20Crucible%20full%20text.pdf Bell Book and Candle https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bell,_book,_and_candle Fey https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairy auto-da-fé https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auto-da-f%C3%A9 noscitur-a-sociis https://www.yourdictionary.com/noscitur-a-sociis Delta Delta Waves Delta waves are high amplitude neural oscillations with a frequency between 0.5 and 4 hertz. Delta waves, like other brain waves, can be recorded with electroencephalography (EEG) and are usually associated with the deep stage 3 of NREM sleep, also known as slow-wave sleep (SWS), and aid in characterizing the depth of sleep. https://www.verywellmind.com/what-are-delta-waves-2795104 Automatic Writing https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automatic_writing W. B. Yeats, George Hyde-Lees, and the Automatic Script https://www.csun.edu/~hceng029/yeats/hedayatirad.html

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Date: 6/22/2022 1:28:00 AM
"This is what I believe: 'That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest.
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Date: 6/22/2022 1:28:00 AM
That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back.That I must have the courage to let them come and go.That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women.There is my creed. He who runs may read. He who prefers to crawl, or to go by gasoline, can call it rot.” D.H. Lawrence
Date: 6/20/2022 8:05:00 PM
D.H. Lawrence
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Date: 6/20/2022 8:05:00 PM
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/955123-it-s-a-queer-thing-is-a-man-s-soul-it-is
Date: 6/20/2022 8:03:00 PM
"We Float" / PJ Harvey.
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Date: 6/20/2022 8:03:00 PM
https://youtu.be/pU2NDAo69Nc
Date: 6/20/2022 8:02:00 PM
A Place Called Home”/ PJ Harvey
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Date: 6/20/2022 8:02:00 PM
https://youtu.be/jxcscHnnXCQ
Date: 6/20/2022 7:58:00 PM
"Christabel”/ Samuel Taylor Coleridge FULL POEM https://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/content/christabel
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Date: 6/22/2022 1:18:00 AM
"Christobel"/ Samuel Taylor Coleridge FULL POEM (should above link break. This is the better link, in my opinion)... https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5441df7ee4b02f59465d2869/t/583cb8f9440243877a04fd40/1480374529480/COLERIDGE++Christabel.pdf
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Date: 6/20/2022 7:59:00 PM
“The Sleeper” / Edgar Allan Poe https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48629/the-sleeper-56d22a05d79d5

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