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The Egg of Juno

I woke in sleep and found myself in a strange place. It was not a country or environment I immediately recognized, and yet it was familiar to me, as if from long past times. And there were companions with me, men and women; and again they were familiar, yet I did not know from where.

I was standing by an ocean with my companions, and away from the sea the land was rugged, with here and there rocks poking their strength through the soil. And looking about me, there among the rocks I found a porcelain egg, with coloured art upon its surface. This lovely egg was large enough for me to hold with both my hands, and as I held I knew, as if told by a quiet voice, that this was the Egg of Juno.

Veneration fell upon me, for I knew this to be the essence of a goddess, produced from out her body as one might give birth to a child. It held within it all that she could let flow into the world. Knowing this, once more the quiet voice instructed me to remove the top of the egg, and as I tried the top unscrewed with ease.

Looking now within the egg held in my hands I saw a liquid, sparkling clear, and knew this was for us to drink. So, one by one, the men of my companions took some liquid into them. The crystal fluid was a gift the goddess gave to those seekers who found her eggs, hidden as they were in places where her spirit touches earth. It was a gift in fact for those few men who loved her, and would receive her into themselves.

And we small band of men, having drunk her essence, were touched by her and changed, knowing each other as hands of one body know each other, and realised that flowing through us now, a divine impulse sought to manifest itself on earth.

Then a wisdom settled on us, and with it understanding that we should take to us as wives the women of our group. They, touched by Juno also, for their very bodies were as she, came to us with that purpose. Each of them with the body of a goddess, like unto the mighty Greek statues of women, strong and full of womanhood.

Then wonder came, and in that wonder we knew the beauty of each other’s bodies – each finger, each hand and eye, full of divinity. For each act of love was itself the moment of creation, a splendid echo of that first impulse to be, to bring about existence. And we, joined in the wonder of that goddess, knew that from us now would spring a new race of women and men – through us a new impulse was let loose upon the earth.
Her Wonder Fell Upon Us

The Goddess Juno

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Copyright ©2008 Tony Crisp

DreamHawk

Listen and remember,
For I am calling to you.
But I have no mouth to form the words in your world.
I exist beyond your body’s limitations.
So I am always with you, yet seldom known.
You and I meet under these difficult circumstances.
Difficult because you have forgotten who I am,
Even though it is I who have loved you
And been strength to you all these years.
So these written words are a desperate attempt to reach you.
Please do not turn from me as you read them.

That you now hold in your mind
The ideas I have tried so long to tell you ignites joy in me.
Listen to your feelings,
That I may reach across the distance that has come between us.
Let your heart be your ears,
Bringing you as close to me as I am to you.
Listen for me in the place of emptiness within you.
It is there in your loneliness and unrest that you remember me.
In that dark place is where you will hear me first,
And in your dreams I will appear to you.
I can be with you in your dreams and in your quietness.
Together we can move the tides of your soul toward healing,
Toward freedom.

For I am a traveller within the jungles of your mind,
Climbing the mountain of the human spirit,
Facing the lions and serpents of fear,
Bathing in the ocean of love and compassionate bliss.
Your dreams can be as a garden,
And we the workers,
In the cycle of the soul’s seasons.
In your dryness I can help you find water.
In your fear I can show you
The power of Light within you.
In your pain,
Let me help you take the arrows from your wounds.
Call on me when you enter the doorway of sleep.
I will emerge from the shadows to be with you!
My name is DreamHawk.

Copyright ©2001 Tony Crisp

Calling Me

He told me one day that if I stood in the quietness that comes in the evening when the wind has dropped and the sun has warmed the earth, and if I listened, I would hear the whispers.

I listened in the evenings during the day’s silence. I listened in the morning hush before the sun climbed over the fence to touch the roses. I heard the silence in rooms empty of people and sheltered from the noise of cars. It filled me with exquisite peace, sometimes bringing tears to my eyes. But I heard no whispers. No voice spoke to me telling its secrets. I saw the humming birds suck the juice from the lemon blossoms. I watched it fly before the scarlet flowers of the fuchsias, and was bathed in its quiet loveliness. But I heard no voice.

Then, while eating with you in that dusty side street, the silence came upon me as waves, floating me up and breaking the moorings that held me fast to the old harbour, to security and the known. And as I was broken free by that grace, I heard the whispers. That soft and laughing voice called me by name. ‘Come! Come,’ it said, with great joy. And I rose to my feet, ready to follow, before the waves of silence washed over me and were gone. My heart held close to those words, knowing I had been called to loose the bonds that held me and follow what called beyond the known, beyond the safe predictable life.

And I stepped out into that dusty road to follow the call. My old life fell away as I opened new and untried wings to fly after that laughing voice.

Copyright ©2008 Tony Crisp