12 February, 2004

The Promise: a Benediction

Michelle Mays is a singer songwriter out of Oklahoma City. I have had the pleasure to meet her a couple of times, as well as hear her perform live at the Mabon Festival organized by Oklahoma Pagan Association (thanks, Salem and Europa, we had a great time).
She has a song, titled, The Promise, which moves me very deeply. I consider it a benediction, and I use it as such in any public gatherings I am officiating. I love to use music in my rituals. Music and drama are the base for my rituals, because I think that Art can touch people on a much more fundamental basis than can mere dogmatic practices.
The litany of a Catholic Mass was a beautiful thing, back when they were done in Latin. Latin is a gorgeous language; it is a shame that they no longer use it as much. It takes effort to learn a dead language, and that effort is transferred into the force of the Words. That is why I always write my own spells; for the few I have ever done.
The Power has to come from inside us, it cannot be purchased or borrowed. The effort put forth to make a spell rythmic and lyrical translates directly into the Power of the spell. Same with writing in runes. Runes aren’t magick, in and of themselves; it has to do with the effort put forth to use them; the intent.
I’ve been thinking about what moves me, one of the last essays for Terp that I am writing. Music, among other things, is a massive Force in my life. There is nothing quite like hearing the glorious notes that someone has written to go along with their insightful prose. The music alone is awesome (wouldn’t it be great if Straus and Wagner had had an electric guitar or two to add to their compositions?)
The songs of Michelle Mays are some of the finest I have ever heard; the messages are clear and concise and surrounded by a melody as sweet as the song of a robin in the spring. I would like to share the lyrics to The Promise, because I have never been able to write anything so well. I can shamelessly plagarize authors and artists better than me, cause I am not publishing this or turning it in for credit.
So, there assumes a Promise has been made by each of us; in the Summerland, we set out the obstacles and instances of our lives, in order to learn the lessons necessary for our evolution. I, personally, think this is my last incarnation; this is based on some dreams I have had, some astral work I have done, and some hallucinations from way back when I thought I was Aldus Huxley or Carlos Castanada. This puts a little pressure on me to get it right.
I also think that we are on a Cusp, with a capital C; in which our actions as a people will determine (and they always do, but the waiting is full, now, and lack of action is also an action, grok?) the survival of us as free entities.
But anyway, there was a promise made to do what needed to be done; think about the story of Anyone, Someone, Noone and Everyone. Michelle Mays wrote a song about it, wanna here it? here it goes…
The Promise, by Michelle Mays
You can see the traces in how we once lived, In the forms of the Mother and the Old Ones.In caves and silent places, beyond the reach of progress,Reminders are waiting there for us.
In harmony and balance,In simplicity, there is Order.Remember the promise you made.
The Mother has awakened after Her long sleep,The Old Ones are reclused no more. They've come back to find their guests running rampant, wayward seed.Dividing all Her children and polluting all the Earth.
In harmony and balance,In simplicity, there is Order.Remember the promise you made.
The Mother has awakened, there is no turning back.What awaits us? Who can say.In these new times can we stand the test, or will our memories fail?Will we be part of Chaos, or Order?
In harmony and balance,In simplicity, there is Order.Remember the promise you made.
You’ve been called to a task, you really have no choice.The Mother has called your Name.It’s not a game, or a dream. It’s a part of who you are.Remember the Promise you made.
In harmony and balance,In simplicity, there is Order.Remember the promise you made.
In harmony and balance,In simplicity, there is Order.Remember the promise you made.
Now, imagine that set to music. Simply lovely, and yet haunting; like a lament.

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