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Lights turned low, candles bright
Grounding chants, heard in the night
Annointing each, the Seers tools
A prayer for each, demands the rules

Cards in silk, and velvet bag
Stones arranged, from leather rag
Pendulum swings from a silver chain
And the mirror is placed to scry, again

So now, the tone is set for truth
What will be, or been, from youth
Doors swing wide to the other realm
And the voyage begins from the Seers helm

Past and present, now emerge
Emotions tear, begin to purge
Glean the knowledge, forged before
As armored guard, for futures door

Step lightly, for it's delicate
The future's what we've made of it
Ripples stirred from distant past
Disrupt the waters, yet to cast

When worlds collide, the new begins
Out of pain, comes hope...love..from sins
And what is seen, the world will know
For the Seer has been, where no others go

*yes..it is a different point of view than the mainstream christian philosophies of the bible belt in which i live..but, no less valid nor pertinent, if persued in light for the glory of God, so mote it be. every culture has it's differences., and it's similarities...how wonderful a world, we have. how interesting to me, the ways inwhich we pursue spirituality and enlightenment.
harm no one...and especially, yourself. for you hold the greatest gift to the world....the human spirit, and heart. what you cast forth, returns three fold.
i like that philosophy. keeps me on my toes..(hey, that way, i'm over 5 ft anyway..lol)....love always..k