Back in early 2001 I began experiencing
an unusual event. This came about with no conscious intent on my
part. One morning I awoke and went about my regular routine of making
coffee and sitting down in front of my computer to check my email. I
noticed I was having a difficult time waking up. As I sat I was
“prompted” to open a blank document and try to write about what I
was feeling as it was a very strange sort of blanket surrounding my
awareness. What happened next was the beginning of a phenomenon that
would keep occurring for many days.
I began writing from a space where I
was not fully conscious. Was I
channeling?
No. Was it automatic writing? Perhaps.
Was I lucid dreaming?
No. It actually took me many years to come across the word that fit
the state I believe I had been experiencing. I was in the state that
is termed “Hypnopompic”.
Defined as “the state of consciousness leading out of sleep”.
Those pre-dawn altered states of
consciousness transpired (not every day) for a year from January 4th
to December 5th 2001. The result was 74 short writings
that I came to call my “muses”. I began emailing them as I wrote
them to a handful of close friends. I sent them unedited just as I
had typed them. They were received with much appreciation (and soon
anticipation) as most found they contained a message worth hearing.
There was a long absence of this
state of consciousness as it left me as swiftly and unannounced as it
appeared. Then in 2008 I once again was taken by this strange altered
state of consciousness and between the dates of December 1st
2008 to December 11th 2008 I produced 8 more writings
which I subsequently titled “December Walks With Shadow”.
My closest friends have encouraged me
to publish them over the years. But because of many reasons I had
chosen not to. Recently I started reading them again myself. Many
seemed new to me as if I had never read them before and I too was
inspired by some. So after all these years I decided to put them into
volumes for print. After reading up on all the methods of publishing
a book I decided just to do it myself (for now) and have printed a
few of them at a local printer to start with. Two books. The original
2001 texts I simply call “Kether Muse” and the 2008 one is, as
said before, “December Walks With Shadow”.
It is curious to me that here in Boise
Idaho where I live (for neaar 60 years) the “occult” scene is
minimal. We have a great pagan focused store (Crone's Cupboard)
and other pagan communities here. We also have a pretty good
selection of “New Age” folk and alternative healers. But I have
yet to find a community of what I consider occultists. Thelemites and Chaos Magicians seem to be hiding from me. So I am going to a few
places to seek places where I my have opportunities to sell my books.
The folks who own Crone's Cupboard are friends so I will of course go
see them. There is also another pagan/wicca placed called Bella’s Grove.
But of most interest is a place I am actually surprised I have never
checked out in person before, although on my website, KetherMuse, I advertise their events. The Boise Holistic and Metaphysical Coop.
Today they are having a gathering of psychics and tarot readers.
Perhaps I can arrange to sit sometime and sell my books?
If at all interested in perhaps
purchasing one or both of my volumes of writings you can find contact
information in the About Page on
my website (or a Facebook message). I will email details if you like. The books are spiral bound like this with clear protective covers front and back.
Here is a sample of one of the Kether
Muses for your consideration.
1-13-2001 ©
An eerie glow is dancing round about
this morning.
So alive and active though I feel that
none can see its stirring but I.
Although it is born of light it enters
and exits from the shadows.
I understand and perceive that it is
calling to me with a secret to share.
I look deep into its ghostly face and
strain my ear from listening.
For its voice is soft and full of
echoes.
And as it sees me in my intent,
laughter is a melody
running in harmony with its
whispering.
" We know you see us for we are of
the Light.
But if not for the Shadows you would
have no sight."
And I am taken aback for a moment for I
know this song.
It's melody has resounded within my
meditations
on many quiet morning and in the quiet
times
before I close my eyes for dreaming.
So it seems the Spirits have bought
their lessons once again, my love my guru.
It is a message of contrast.
A message of Light.
A message of Darkness.
A message of eternal play and of the
dance
where the dancers never stumble
and always flow in rhythm with the
music that is offered.
And as we watch these dancers we know
that they are lovers.
We know their trust in one another is
beyond question.
We know that their dance and their love
filled gazes
into each others eyes is all they know.
All that matters to them.
We watch from the edge of the dance
floor, my teacher, knowing we are blessed
to witness the awesome beauty of their
eternal flowing.
Shall we join the dance?
We know the tune.
It is good to come to the dance. We
always have an invitation.
But so often we choose to stay at home
or work focused on the day to day
actions of the moment. And often we
perceive it to be a struggle to do anything else.
We do not feel the balance that is all
about.
Our ears are empty of the tune of Life
that is always playing.
The disharmony of our own minds drowns
out the Spirits songs.
We do not stop and take a moment to see
the beauty
and feel the Joy that lies at the edge
of the seam between
the Darkness and the Light.
For there is where true clarity of
vision resides.
There stands Balance.
And the door to the dance hall stands
open and inviting.
So let us quiet the voices of our
minds.
Follow the sounds of the Spirits
singing.
And let us pull out our invitations
each day.
Knock on the door and enter the hall.
Would you care to dance my love my
guru? We know the tune.
