Dream Dreams from the Crème of Dreams

Guerin_Pierre_Narcisse_-_Morpheus_and_Iris_1811“Dream the dreams of Morpheus, my dear so near to cheer, with fine wine in hand as you listen to star-filled band as sand quickens thru the hourglass, let time pass as Father Time will, and warm yourself against winter chill,” Selená spoke as she drew my head near, exiting fear, deafening me to shrill dæmonic cries, what flies from depths of hell with bell tolling death. “Dream now as I sooth fevered brow; drink of my cream and dream the dreams of my brother, Morpheus.”

Note: Painting by Pierre-Narcisse Guérin



Journey of Life: Song Question of Sélená

Can yoSelena1u wed to me body, soul and mind;
And thus forever the two of us to bind?
Ride upon my breath of life-giving scent,
Till you become in my arms like an infant?
Can you clear mirror of your inner heart
To see my heaven in all life in every part?
Love and care with no selfish despondency,
In ever-consistency, rhythmic constancy?
Can you bear to be the child of heaven,
For me your being to enliven and leaven?
Give me your masked, bankrupt knowledge,
In exchange for my wisdom in due homage?
Giving birth and nourishing life without strife, without possession;
Shaping, molding, guiding and directing without any reclamation;
Serving, though so superior, without expectation of acclamation;
Gently leading in love as Shepherdess, without any domination…

This is my way, the stela of Sélená
Note: Inspired by Lao Tzu, The Tao Te Ching 10

Caillína: Time in the Fáelána Clan

2520Our day begins, we say, as Sol makes way
Over the far horizon, chased by shining star
From afar as Luna spreads her ray in play
Of delightful nightfall, ever wanting to stay,
But she, too, must always dance and sway
In the majestic display of unfolding seasons.

And so, too, there is Samonios, birth of another year,
And the Chlann-mór pour out prayers there’ll be cheer,
That Dumannios, who follows, will not be death hallow,
But will swallow fear of such dark-drear cold so near
To hearth and home where tome of family is written,
Yet story often bitten with bitter tears in the new year.

Comes Riuros, so morose, when dæmons draw close,
Engross clan in grandiose terror and mindless error,
To make themselves joyous, which is why Anagantios
Is the time to stay; climb into bed and cover the head;
On through thick ice of Ogronios, very inharmonious,
Yet the winds of Cutios promise fair bends in weather.

After Cutios follows Giamonios, who disputes the cold
With shoots of new life pregnant with fruits and flutes
Of returning birds, herds of beasts from great to least,
Making way for Simivisonios, a new time of bright light,
Inviting fair-sight of Equos with her happy horse play
Thru longer days, warmer than former coarse months.

Reclamation of beautiful creation comes in Elembiuos,
Introducing the beat of heat in the coming of Edrinios,
Which lasts not long; the song of cool nights belongs
To Cantlos, strong, bearing along the end of the cycle,
Bidding farewell to the seasons with chimes and bells,
To begin again, in which turning the Chlann-mór belong.

Note: I am indebted to Living Myths: The Celtic Year  for learning and understanding the Celtic/Gaelic calendar. Also, Wikipedia provides much good information on the same.

Caillína: Worship in the Fáelána Clan

celtic_goddessSmooth chanting rolled over her like gentle Autumn rain,
Soothing churning spirit, quietly washing away every stain,
Serenely turning mind into calm, peaceful, heavenly plain,
Settling troubling thoughts into placid pool with no pain.

Deeping male voices blended in perfect melody with female,
Creating hale images dancing, spinning, and telling a tale,
Meeting frail souls bending and resting and lifting the veil,
Keeping grail of holy loving and living against dark gale.

Caillína swayed just slightly, eyes closed, softly praying,
Fáelána and Suíbhnæ lightly held small child from straying,
Sélená unseen brightly smiling lit the thank-hall mystifying,
Olcana lay prostrate rightly repenting with tears streaming.

Angel3Assembling as one on Sabóide was special for the Chlann-mór,
Resembling one body, one life was nearly celestial for the poor,
Trembling as one to Dyēus was clearly essential for grandeur,
Strengthening one another strongly against any force majeure.

Here they gathered for the Quiet Day;
Here they gathered to re-find the Way;
To hear whatever the Spirit might Say;
To see what foundation God might Lay.

Flickering candles, incense helped calm the most restless,
Differing sounds of nature blended into harmonious caress,
Whispering angels tenderly filled the whole room all to bless,
Fluttering birds sweetly sang with the monastics to coalesce.

Powerfully she stood beside timid Gácuidiú, locked arm in arm,
Persuasively she guided her round the thank-hall with no alarm,
Passionately she led Gácuidiú in prayer against every evil harm,
Pleasantly she directed her at altar to kneel in beautiful charm.

Such was worship in the Fáelána Clan —
Much like worship since the world began.


Chlannmór — Large Family (or Clan)

Sabóide — Sabbath (Quiet Day; Day of Clan Worship)

Note: First Photo found at Everything Under the Moon ; Second Photo, “Elyra,” by Phoenix Lu (Here recast as an Angel)

Caillína: Süleyman of the Fáelána Clan

Celtic1Caillína sat erect and strong upon judgement seat to right the wrong of two women amid throng of peoples waiting to be heard, to receive word of adjudication from their príomh-aoire, their chief-shepherdess, to relieve their distress. Thankfully not all fell upon Caillína, as Fáelána and Suíbhnæ, both just and still quite robust, were very astute and muted many disputes before they could pollute the Clan of Fáelána (so called in her honor as the mháthair-fireanna — mother-father — of the people.)

“The weaned child rightly belongs to me, for see: Here is my husband,” she pointed to a clean man standing tall to be seen by all. “He is father of this babe; why prolong, then, what is wrong? I beg of you, Aoire Caillína, restore this daughter to father, and to this woman who would be her mother!”

“No!” shrieked the other woman, bleek and weak, shaking at having to speak before Caillína and throng of kindred clansmen. “She has been at my breast since birth and is little more than an adorable little wren even now… No, my most honorable aoire; I am the hen, so then, do not send away my precious chick!” Her speech was thick with passion, while the other woman only kicked at a pebble, huffed and rolled her eyes … which Caillína most certainly spied.

The real mother, with such moving appeal, was meek and her situation obviously bleak. She was homely, yet lovely as well, and now she could only seek justice and mercy from Caillína. “Mother of such tame child, what is your name?” Trembling and struggling, she answered, “Gácuidiú, my Aoire Caillína.”

“And what is your claim to fame?” Caillína insultingly asked through bared teeth as she glared at the other woman. “What is your name?”

“Olcana, most just Caillína,” she slightly bowed, making pretense of reverence. “And beware, Gácuidiú cannot properly care for such mild child, but is only the devil’s snare for its very life. Why did the father bother with her as long as he did? I do not know; perhaps for show of mercy. Ah! Gácuidiú does not deserve to be preserved any longer! She has no verve; her face shows her disgrace, and she has no place to call her own. Gácuidiú wastes the space of distant kin with kind hearts, but for their part she is an extra expense and an offense to their good name!”

Anger stirred in Caillína and burned in her soul like red-hot bowl of fiery coal. “No charge has been brought against this mother! Justice is not being sought for crime committed!” Olcana looked stunned. “And do you dare to stare at me as I speak? Lower your eyes or I’ll pry them from their sockets!” Olcana did as she was told, barely able to hold herself up now, and certainly no longer bold! “Gácuidiú may have been cut off by her husband — wretched man — and he may be accustomed to receiving what he wants, even believing he deserves so to be served; however, Gácuidiú has not been severed from the Chlann-mór, and we do not desert our own, no matter how sore the situation! From all I’ve heard, castration seems an appropriate punishment for all the frustration you’ve caused this poor woman in your senseless litigation! Ah! I’d force you to make way for the rest of your days with this unmanned man, and what measure of pleasure would you then enjoy?”

Blooming_FlowerCaillína look round the room at fear-bound clansmen; not even soft sound could be heard. “I think you are so full of venom and hate that you’d rather me use the lever of justice to sever the babe in half, thus taking something with you, though dead, and all to leave nothing to Gácuidiú…”

“No!” Gácuidiú screamed and seemed about to faint, and Caillína looked at her without restraint of love and compassion in graceful fashion, and was suddenly filled with both admiration and titillation quickly rising to heat of exhilaration. Gácuidiú was not so weak and mild where her child was concerned, as Caillína could see she would fight with all her might, though oh-so slight, for the little life she held in her arms to protect from all harm. And Gácuidiú was, indeed, fair and lovely, even comely despite ashen, tear-streaked face that might otherwise be quite a bright delight.

“Have no fear, my dear,” Caillína gently intoned, intently looking into her eyes. “Your husband chose to live his life with another wife, and now I believe his life will be rife with pain, not gain.” Most assuredly the man looked worriedly around the room for some bloom of kind pity to lift his gloom. Olcana merely fumed at her doom, knowing no life would ever issue from her own womb. “But you, angelic girl and mother so true, will again have a home of your own, and we’ll not postpone. You and your dear child will come to live with us here, and so near to our hearts you will be part of Aontas den Anam — unity of our souls in one family — and Fáelána and Suíbhnæ will love you and your child as their own offspring, and weave and sing you both into another, completely other, better life you have never known.” Caillína smiled full-blown. “Only wait; you’ll be shown, and so far as Dyēus gives us strength and Sélená her blessings, you’ll never groan again.”


Aontas den Anam — Union of Souls

Chlannmór — Large Family (or Clan)

Dyēus — Deus; God

Fáelána and Suíbhnæ  — Mother-Father (Mháthair-Fireanna) and Mother of Caillína

Olcana — Alt. Sp. in Nom. Form Meaning “Wicked”

Príomh-aoire — Lit. Main Shepherd

Sélená — Goddess of Light, Moon; One of the Tri-Mater

Sélená and Secrets of Life: Revelation, Part IV

rollinggreen“‘Something is there, hidden in the deep!’
Did weep the ancient sage in the sweep
Of such insightful revelation, so frightful,”
Sélená said as we walked the grass bed.

We stood in lush green rolling hills serene,
Clean, pure with gentle trees and fennels
Filling pretty scene with aromatic delight;
Quiet, smooth-running brook took course
Through the field and forest, ne’er to yield
To any objection or rejection to projection
Of liquid liberty; here was glory complete.

“Mystery wraps the cosmos and all history
And destiny and all glittery fantasy, too!”
Sélená laughed, and then grabbed me tightly
And tumbled us lightly to the soft ground
With hardly any sound, on inclining mound;
“Truly, you will never understand all truth,
For that call is far too tall for any mortal.”

Silent stream meandered like silky dream,
Snaking its way thru the day, like python
In the wild, child of new-birthed earth,
Feeding springs and tall trees with wings;
… with wings, tendrils, seminal tentacles?

Suddenly shrill screeching from nowhere
Tore through the air, and Sélená was up
And on her feet in less than a heartbeat!
Sun seemed to blacken, light shun to an
Enveloping darkness; phantoms swirled
Around us, and hurled lightning lances,
While wraiths pranced upon the goddess!

WarriorW4bWhat horrid scene, so foul and unclean;
No gleen of goodness; only thick screen
Between earth and heaven, and caisson
Of hellish ammunition for the destruction
Of Sélená and me; no more to be, to see;
Of air free to breath, but Sélená seethed
With blistering anger, warning of danger.

Star-sword drawn, moving, deftly swinging
And bringing down dæmons one by one,
Sélená was jungle tigress, wild and free,
Riled to uncontained wrath; bath of blood
— putrid black — flowed down and around
Each of the hills, filling the small valleys
With skein of evil now so skillfully slain.

Ah! tis earth so young from Dyēus sprung,
Where Sélená thought best to bring lover
For much-needed rest…

In the beginning…


Returning to Serenity With Sélená

warriorwomanfBCold wind blows in lonely desolation, snow upon snow,
Row after row along undulating hills in shrill sound
Deafening even thoughts bought at the precious price
Of returning here, but my soul steered as heart veered
Off course once again — so insane and bane of my life.

Cozy cove invites me inside, though, to hide and abide
Against frozen death outside, offering comforting grace
For misplaced judgment made in abundant, dizzy misery
Of such an obviously torn, forlorn and repugnant soul;
Ah! the hole in my heart cannot be filled by empty cove.

Falling on my knees, crawling, bawling for what I need,
For mercy, but I’m thirsty but unworthy to drink or feed,
And the poison seed in my mind binds me here, so drear;
No one near to hear or endear, or to drive away the fear;
Ah! but she does appear!  And what does Sélená say?

“Come! Do not here stay! Stand and obey; come my way;
Back into the light of day, in my warmth, and do not stray!
You’re being a fool again, crying a pool of wasted tears!
How dare you run away once more to this lifeless place?!
Do you not have space enough in your grand imagination
For more than this pointless agitation and deformation?”

So  I bow and stand, swallow self-pity and follow Sélená
Away from putrid trove of despair, out of mountain lair
And dark cove, into the open air, where she spares me
Of killing cold with strong, warm hold, inside of her fold,
And my heart feels bold again, as I regain life’s mould;
But will I ever learn never to return to the damning burn
Of cold and lonely desolation, sealing my own damnation?
I wonder…


Caillína’s Song

WarriorWB3Oh Dyēus and daughters, Tri-Mater Goddess,
I pray for peace and all violence to cease;
Though I do yield to fight upon battle field,
I await sweet serenity in timeless eternity.

Host of angels watch ore the innocent unborn,
And may they not be torn from mother’s womb
To be buried in cold, lifeless, earthen tomb,
But know care of family and love from above.

Legions of dæmons fly from earth and sky;
By faith we’ll not be haunted and daunted;
We will meet you in every place with grace,
And torch your hideous tome in every home!

Oh Dyēus and daughters, Tri-Mater Goddess,
May we feed hunger, and care for the younger,
And to our dear aged parents never be errant;
Bless sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers.
May we live in such a way that life lives in us,
And believe we’ll receive when we do not cleave;
Give in generosity, not in paucity and animosity;
What we have may be taken away this very day.

Lust and distrust be gone that we may be just!
Malice, slander, callous words, leave you must;
We’ll not hide and abide beneath flies of lies,
But speak in truth and candor and never pander!

StoneWalkB1Oh Dyēus and daughters, Tri-Mater Goddess,
Bless round Gaia and may all nature abound;
Creatures who sing, everything the soil brings
To raise our one voice and together rejoice!

May we not cower in life but tower in virtue;
May we not cringe at the singe of hell’s fire,
But face the Liar, send him back to dark mire,
And ne’er forget what he admits into our lives.

You know us, Dyēus, so do bless and caress us,
And dress us now for world to come some day
Ever in your own good time and most perfect way:
Oh Dyēus and daughters, our Tri-Mater Goddess!
We await sweet serenity in timeless eternity…

Sélená and Secrets of Life: Revelation, Part III

StonePorchBlSélená led me along the lake bed ~ and really it was more lake than pond ~ which was really rather strange to walk the underwater grange, to somehow have breath here without death. Our heads emerged, though, and instinctively I surged forward toward the shore as if I’d live no more for long in watery abode, where such men do not belong. She chuckled, grabbed and buckled me over, and what was I to do but truckle; she was much stronger. “You just walked comfortably under water, and could swim comparably to any fish! And now you wish for land and demand solid ground upon which to pound your feet? You’re nearly complete in fear, my dear!”

Nevertheless, we reached the shore and then did I have something more to see: The orphanage had grown, gardens sown, and many hovels made of stone. “Now this is practically a village,” I exclaimed. “Yes, enough to pillage and plunder, Kelebek; and is it any wonder? Over the years, fears and tears have driven dozens, who have striven to be born again, now torn from the world left behind. Bereft of almost any goods, save hope, they’ve clung to the sturdy rope of Caillína. And you see now she has raised great steeple for the people.” Indeed, and it was equal to that of any cathedral, though unadorned; still it glistened brightly in the morn, and somehow seemed to warn of great power towering ore the villa.

WarriorWBl2True, too, many had come to this place of grace — how many, I cannot say, but they appeared to be well-stayed — and there was an unpretentious, humble beauty with nothing contentious. Peace and serenity seemed to flow with ease in the ever-gentle breeze, enough to please the most disquieted soul … my soul. “This is like an effervescent bowl of divine wine, a veritable celestial shrine, yet terrestrial nonetheless!” At that moment of my potent enthusiasm, Caillína strode down toward the shore of the bitty town, and I thought I’d drown in admiration for the woman she’d become. Sélená laughed. “Aye, she is quite handsome, is she not? But she can be bought for no price, believe me, even if thrice offered the whole world.”

“Good, then she is, in fact, great and will take no bait!” Proudly I loudly intoned. “And look there; I dare say that is Fáelána and Suíbhnæ up on high hillock!” Sélená nodded. “And still fine, supple and strong; sturdy spine and backbone, with stone determination, yet kind and gentle as they mind their folk. Here it is known Fáelána is fireanna and Caillína, as well, but tell me, how would they fair in your society’s lair? I do dare say zealots would swear at their oddity and lay religious snares. Aye, there are those even in this time and clime who would sever their testicles for them ever to be women only and think themselves quit clever!”

Some confusion with profusion of thoughts, but Sélená was right, of course, but in my sight I saw only glorious majesty … in all three. “Yes, of course, for each of the three, like one majestic tree,” Sélená answered my unspoken words she nevertheless heard. “Fáelána, Suíbhnæ, and Caillína are called by the people ‘onórach,’ more venerable than yon steeple; however, Fáelána and Caillína are considered ‘sanctaidd,’ holy, forever blessed and possessed of the Spirit of Dyēus.” She paused as I thought and fought to comprehend the latitude of the people’s gratitude and their most reverent attitude. “The oppressed and repressed, cheated and mistreated, beaten and half-eaten are often more caring and forbearing. Many times they also see and understand what most people misunderstand.”

CathedralDoorOpenBlWith this my soul could somewhat relate; I’d never been the victim of hate, yet cut off and shut out by family and friends for no more than politics and religion, ideology and questioning my competence. Yes, my heart knew hurt: Sisters and brother who never bothered with any of my dreams or visionary schemes; sinister ministers, prisoners to their own doctrinal poison, who’d heisted the Christ and priced salvation; bosses full of dross who’d never tossed me the chance to advance; schools of impersonal, mechanistic learning tools… “Of course, you’re now feeling some remorse over the course of your life thus far, but remember I’ve told you, ‘be bold! and keep hold of your senses.’ Your story is still being written, even now; you’ve been bitten by destiny, my love!”