The darkness was complete and immediate as was the silence. I was suddenly alone and cold so cold. “This way ” said a soothing but firm voice , I could not be sure if it was a male or a female but I wanted to comply and at once.
There was a long dim corridor with innumerable doors stretching to infinity and yet somehow I was walking along with the gentle presence, at ease just as if I was strolling through the fields near home. After a while we reached a brightly lit office the walls were rainbow coloured and covered with monitors showing a myriad of information not unlike a CCTV control room.
Entering the office I was immediately struck again by a calm restful feeling, a beautiful person rose from the desk and again I could not determine what sex they were. “Please take a seat , I have made you a one shot black American, Ethiopian Blend, black. How you had the patience to order that every time you had coffee out is beyond me! ” Then they smiled at me, such a smile I had ever seen. I smiled back and hope it pleased them as much as their smile pleased me.
I tried my coffee it was perfect. “Now” the being behind the desk said , “You have a decision to make, the biggest and most important decision ever. Please think hard about my next question there is no need to make an immediate decision you must think hard as there is no changing your mind once the decision is made. ”
Sitting there sipping my coffee I felt calm and relaxed yet so tired. I looked at the being and spoke for the first time ,”what is the question” I was a little shocked by the sound of my voice, it was strange, as if it did not belong to me . Reaching across the desk this beautiful being touched my hand and looked into my eyes and said.” You are on the cusp of life and death , frozen in time . You are dead but officially so, yet. The question is do you want to die now and cut ties with everything you hold dear or do you want to stay here.”
I should of been shocked, I should of been galvanized into action….. but I was not. “Do you remember what happened ” asked the being, here let me help you with some information” waving a hand over my head I saw it all. I felt the pain the distress as I fought with myself , I saw the wall I felt the urge to drive right into it . I saw the dark deserted road and my car smashed into the wall and I saw me in the car all bloodied and still.” Can I go back , like that what lies ahead of me ” The being smiled I cannot answer that , that is privileged information . You can choose to live or you can choose to die. Your place set you either take it sooner or later .” they finished on a smile.
Seemingly an eternity passed as I thought about my options, I sat there oblivious of the monitors or the being moving around the office. There was no rush or urgency , no pressure. ” I do not feel ready to come here yet” I said , a fear and hopelessness grabbed me as the words left my mouth. Taking my hand again the being whispered “One of us will help you along and more than that I shall not tell”
It came to me in a flash I wanted to go back suddenly it was so important and it was all I could do not to leap from the chair. The being must of read my mind , “Are you sure” they asked me. “Yes , Yes I am , never more so. I replied.
The darkness was complete and immediate as was the silence. I was suddenly alone and cold so cold. Then there was a light and the car was creaking . “We have got a live one here ” Shouted a strong and capable voice I check her life signs take down the information…………
This is part of Lindaghill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday Today’s prompt is : “information.” Use it as your theme or use the word itself – it’s all up to you. Enjoy!
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Today’s music theme was picked by Maddie and she has chosen Death and Rebirth.
Lets start with Shakespeare’s Sister : The video shows the fight between life and death….. who will win!
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The Morrígan (“phantom queen”) or Mórrígan (“great queen”), also written as Morrígu or in the plural as Morrígna, and spelled Morríghan or Mór-ríoghain in Modern Irish, is a figure from Irish mythology who appears to have been considered a goddess, although she is not explicitly referred to as such in the texts.
The primary themes associated with the Morrígan are battle, strife, and sovereignty. She sometimes appears in the form of a crow, flying above the warriors, and in the Ulster Cycle she also takes the forms of an eel, a wolf and a cow. She is generally considered a war deity comparable with the GermanicValkyries, although her association with a cow may also suggest a role connected with wealth and the land.
She is often depicted as a trio of individuals, all sisters.[1][2][3] Although membership of the triad varies, the most common combinations are Badb, Macha and Nemain,[4] or Badb, Macha and Anand; Anand is also given as an alternate name for Morrigu.[5] Other accounts name Fea, and others.[4] you can read more here
I have written two poems about The Irish Goddess of Death and Rebirth Morrigan
Goddess of War and Sex the most enchanting woman you have seen.
Secretly she flies with ravens and crows
She is happier in their company than that of any man she knows.
Riding her white steed across the sky at night
She will find a hero and bind him to her tight.
By the joys of sex she will empower him and be he knave or king
With the memory of her love he will surge into battle and he will win.
Through the seasons the crows carry her name she has shapes times three .
Which one will she chose to show which one will she be.
A crone at the village fair
Making jewellery for the young maids to wear in their hair.
A comely maid in spring may make a young king’s heart sing.
His soul to her is lost she will sate his lust.
Then empower him and he in battle will win.
The Tripple Goddess
Then will come the day when she will ensure he has to pay.
A woman in full bloom all curves and charms
Will welcome the knight into her arms
And teach him things he could never have known.
He will awake to find her flown
Leaving feathers on the pillow. Outside his window he will hear the harsh crow song.
All men who have been visited by her will triumph at their cause ,
Then at their death bed she will return and the mystery’s of life she will unravel then his life she will pause.
The old the young the one carrying new birth .And so the three in one travel this earth
Spreading their magic along their way
Crows and ravens by night and a woman by day.
Morrigan phantom Queen
Goddess of War and Sex the most enchanting woman you have seen.
Secretly she flies with ravens and crows
She is happier in their company than that of any man she knows.
Written by willowdot 21 January 2013
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Morrigan Nightmare of the rebirth of the dead.
Morrigan
Dark and stormy full of dread
On the grey waters black of heart and dress of red.
Sullen feeling filled her soul
As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.
In the sky over head weaved her Raven broad of wing and sharp of eye
Black and shiny against a grey unholy sky.
Waters broke about her feet,
Icy cold but to her sweet.
She is the rebirth of the dead
She is the one on which all darkness is fed.
Slowly as the thunder clashed
She turned to face me and an evil light in her eyes flashed.
Reaching out her hand to me
She gently cooed that she had come to set me free.
Relinquish all of you that is good give in to me
Relax, release I am here to set you free.
No I screamed I will not bow to you, I am not such easy prey
Here I stand and here I shall stay
Do what ever you have come to do.
Angry now she motioned to her raven down,
He swooped at speed. So fast was he and noisy too.
His warning screech I did not heed
In he came with talons long and beak razor sharp on my face to feed.
my eyes so bright
That was how I lost my sight,
It was wrench from me that dark grey night .
Still I was steadfast I stood my ground
Though her raven ripped at me and threw my flesh all around.
On the grey waters black of heart and dress of red.
Sullen feeling filled her soul
As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.
written by willowdot21 March 2012
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Then of course Michael Jackson made his fabulous video not quite death and rebirth more death and undead!
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Then there is the death and rebirth of the season, shown here beautifully By Vivadli and his fabulous Four Seasons.
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Life cycle of the Rose of Jericho Resurrection Plant
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Finally my favourite Imogen with the Dewarists , Minds Without Fear. I don’t k now why but the song and video reminds me of rebirth and you have to have death to have rebirth don’t you!
photo credits google images
Sadly dancing in the fields they sway the once golden Sunflowers of yesterday. Their glowing glory stripped away standing forlorn all splendour gone today.
I think that l have never seen a sadder sight then glorious sunflowers died turned to green.
As in life and love as we have seen nothing lasts nothing is truly evergreen.
Even that which we think is set in stone is not, no it is over blown. The churches need as much care as my poor sunflowers growing there.
What point is there me grieving, no point at all life will go on all deceiving.
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