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The following Two poems form a matched pair...they've appeared in my first book 'Theoclea (The Delphic Oracle) and Pythagoras in Eleusis and Atlantis', the sequel 'Theoclea (The Delphic Oracle) and Pythagoras in Egypt', and will appear once again in 'More Songs and Stories from Tesla's Tower'...following the  two poems, I've includen a song lyric...a song sung lyric by my character The Mage, based on a song that 'Otis' sang in the 1960's...see if you can guess what the original song and lyrics were...from the book 'Songs and Stories from Tesla's Tower'.

Summer Light,

The Tree,

and

The Pond

 

I sat on a bench at the

edge of a cliff,

overlooking a pond

that had been created by the overflowing of the Nile.

In the distance, I saw fishermen at the edge of the pond.

Their nets revealed a meager catch

for the day. Slowly they went home.

 

Then, I saw something that I had never seen before.

To the left of me was a great tree

that grew on the edge of the cliff.

Suddenly, I saw bands of light

flowing inward towards the trunk

They started at the right

from the very edge of the smallest branches,

and flowed inward.

They reached the trunk

and then flowed outward

toward the very smallest branches to the left.

 

 

 

Each band could not have been more than six inches in length.

There was a continuous movement of these bands

and then they vanished.

What was causing this?

I then noticed that a young boy

had thrown stones into the pond.

 I watched him pass by,

 and then disappear out of sight.

 

 

I  threw two stones into the pond,

and watched the waves that were created

when the stones hit the water.

 

Then, I witnessed

a solemn procession of Priests and Priestesses.

They couldn't see me

sitting on the bench near the tree.

I smelled their incense,

and heard their chanting.

 

I sensed that

It was possible that they were an illusion,

and that they couldn't see me,

the tree, or the bench.

None of them looked in my direction

 

They were looking at another tree,

another bench, in

another time.

 

My attention was brought back to the waves in the pond

 

 

 

The motion of the waves

moving away from the two central points,

the interference caused by the waves,

all of this was being

reflected by the tree in its’ entirety. 

A seemingly chance coming together

of events of this particular day

at this place and time

had created a magical tree!

 

I have long felt that light and sound

are created by waves

that appear to us as something else.

 

On that particular day, at that particular moment,

something had been created.

I looked at the bands of light, and noticed

that they were all not the same size!

There was a minute difference in size and luminosity.

They were self-similar, and yet different.

I then decided to climb

down the cliff to the pond.

When I reached the pond,

I sat on a rock.

I looked toward my left and saw the dappled sunlight.

 

The sunlight reflected

a multitude of self-similar repeated patterns

 of leaves, creating sparkling lights

 that were hovering over the water.

 

Under the water, there seemed to be

 A procession of green lights moving,

moving toward me,

yet never reaching me,

an army moving in, and then vanishing.

 

I was in Egypt for eleven years.

Every year on that day at that same time,

I returned to the same spot.

 

For eleven years I witnessed the

same illusions.

I smelled the same incense,

I heard the same chanting.

It was only on that day, at that time,

that I saw it all…

for I returned to the spot

at various other times during those years.

 

Finally, in my eleventh year,

it was all once again the same,

the fisherman with their meager catch,

the solemn procession that could not see me,

the bands of light moving across the tree.

The sparkling lights on the water

I didn’t realize something-

 that would be my last year in Egypt,

and I would never see any of it again.

I knew that for the rest of my life,

I would ponder these events,

especially on that day, at that time,

every year.





A  Time of a Prophecy Fulfilled!

Some time ago, I wrote a poem about summer light,

a tree, and a pond.

In the poem, I sat and reflected upon

 events and a vision that I saw from a bench that

overlooked a pond

that was formed by the inundation

of the Nile.

I was a student of the Mysteries of Egypt--

The Prophecies were of

special interest to me.

There was a stone stairway that led down to the pond.

As part of the vision in the poem, I looked behind me

and saw a ghostly procession of Priests and Priestesses

walking and chanting.

They didn’t even see me,

sitting on the bench.

It was as if they were in another time

where there was the bench, the tree

and the pond,

but in their time, the bench was empty,

there was no one sitting on it.

 ***

Recently, I attended the

Mysteries of Egypt once again.

The culmination was to be a ritual--

I didn’t realize until I looked at the program

that the ritual was to take place near the bench,

the tree, and the pond.

It all started at midnight

on the full moon.

We gathered, and had already learned a chant--

I stood there, waiting for the ritual to begin,

and then had a realization--

a revelation--

I was to be a part of a

 procession of Priests and Priestesses!

I looked over at the bench and the tree.

I knew that Nature had demolished the stone steps

that led down to the pond!

I was in the same place, but in another time,

and I was to be a part

of the ghostly procession!

I stood back and leaned against another tree.

Oh my God—was this a dream?

Perhaps I was asleep...

we were all to be part of a procession of souls...

following the Sun God Ra...

through the underworld.

I closed my eyes, 

Blessed Goddesses, how could this be?

I was stunned, and then the moment of truth,

the moment of a profound awakening

came to me like a sudden inundation of the Nile!

Suddenly, I opened my eyes--

I knew that there would be others--

and that there had been others

who sat on the bench

in a number of possible times--

in an infinite number of possibilities

of the past and the future...

and the time that I was in...

Praise be to the Gods and the Goddesses--

for this gift...

a revelation that

the time that I found myself in...

praise be...

...was a time of...

***

A Time of a Prophecy Fulfilled!





It was way back in the day

 

So you say that it wasn’t so

that it happened such a long time ago--

It was a ghost town full of bars

and broken down rusty cars

 

But their music made us laugh and cry.

They had songs that made us try

to be better than we were before

to feel love and open the door.

 

You say it wasn’t like that at all--

but we could have stopped the fall.

In my story it can still be true,

the music, the town, me and you.

 

So it’s all here in this song,

who’s to say that it’s right or wrong?

I’ll turn the hands back on the clock,

we’ll be sittin’ once again on the dock

 

I’ll call it Cartown USA

and I’ll take you back in the day

You see,

in their search for free wireless power...

they built Tesla’s Tower!

 

It was way back in the day

So listen right now when I say

I was sittin’ on a bench by the bay

but it started in the Middle Way...

***


 






 



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