Category Archives: Other Iconography

Arata, arrata, Dig… for the Hidden

Angel Panel

The Godess Inana

“Do you think they are hidden in nature, because they formed into dragon flies?” Kiona mused as she ate her fruit and home made toasted muesli.

“That would make sense but where do we start” I replied.

“Maybe they are hidden in a spider’s web like that in Charlotte’s web, where words woven made a pig famous so he was not eaten?” added another of the blanket making sisters, the nun who I had first met,who quietly joined us.

“Are they somewhere in the song of a nightengale?” asked the young girl from India, who I now knew as Shruti, as she skipped up to our table.

“Arata, arata” – I recalled outloud the ancient tongue of the Elder who had given us our visions.

“Maybe” said the Nun who I’d first met, Sister Abigal, “we need to unlock the meaning of arata, arata- does it really mean dig…”

Sister Abigal continued “Maybe it could be an acrostic for something else, dreams can be riddles.”

“We could consult a dream dictionary of some sort too” said Shruti.

“Yes but dreams have personal symbols too.
We need to know what these things mean to Unity,” added Kiona.

So Shruti, Kiona and I headed off to the library of the abbey to find a dream dictionary. Sister Abigal, excused herself, saying she had to attend to the garden, but she would keep a look out for things in the garden that might help in my quest. Sister Abigal said she’d keep thinking about that “arata” thing too.

As Kiona, Shruti and I made our way to the library I told them about my heart map.

“Oh let me see” begged Shruti.

She didn’t see what I did, but instead said “I see a Japanese actor, and an ancient city. ”

“Oh the ancient city is from Sumeria, there’s a Godess there.”

Shruti peered deeply into my heart map. She seemed lost in a some epic story. From time to time she would add more to it for us. We had stopped in awe at her tale and were seated at the feet of Shruti who had turned into a masterful storyteller.

“There was an epic battle and a godess was lost to Aratta. Aratta
was supposed to send treasures to Enmerker, but he did not. He also suspected that Enmerker was after the godess Inana.

He tried to win a battle of champions by the trickery of a sorcerer, but he was not successful. The Godess was lost, his treasures were lost too.

There is another hero, his name is Lugalbanda, a holy man, who prays in a cave and he wins the battle against the angry Aratta. He bring peace to the land, and I think he helps Enmerker and Inana… Although Inana also helps too, she is one intelligent lady.”

Shruti started, “Oh she wants to speak to you..”

“Who? ” as she handed me my heart map. I saw the traces of a Inana. Her eyes looked deep into mine, as if trying to dig a meaning out. “Do not be Aratta…” she said softly.”Then you will find the Hidden Words meaning and keep it in your heart forever.” I had to look away the light from Inana was so bright and was flooding all the space around us.

Kiona did not seem at all perturbed by the events unfolding before us. She was calm.

“Look once more”

I did, and this time I saw a young girl with what appeared to be a giant serpent or an eel.

“Look again” she said

This time I saw the bread, the nail, the rocks and the candle..

I relayed this to Kiona- who became rather thoughtful.

“We’re going to have to swim for it…there’s a well where a young girl who disappeared many years ago on the other side of the island. I read a story about her in the library. They say she swam away with an eel.. I think she knows where your Hidden Words are. I think perhaps we must free her.”

Shruti, had something to add,
“As for the other three images I think that maybe they are in one of the Hidden Words,and you need to find that Hidden Word and place it into your walnut.”

“How did you two become so wise,”

They laughed and I had that strange sensation of seeing the light of the two angel sisters reflected in them, yet they were not those sisters, and yet they were.

So it was off to the other side of the Island for us, first we collected our provisions from Sister Abigal, who was pleased we had unlocked the meaning of the words. “Ah Sumerian, I should have guessed.”

to be continued.

(C) June Perkins, all rights reserved.

Girl and Serpent

The Girl and the Serpent

For more of this adventure visit Unity’s Cabin

The Beginning and the End

 

Based upon “Before the Storm“.

 

Image: Lori Gloyd (copyright 2006)

Pregnant with Possiblity

 

 

le Enchanteur is pregnant with possibility. She is almost full term, ready to birth a new journey and a new challenge. Soon she will set out with pilgrims in search of the Grail – the elixir of creativity.

This journey will culminate in the 2006 Advent Calendar.

Pilgrims who wish to participate need to send an expression of interest to le Enchanteur at heatherblakey at dailywriting dot net. A private group will be formed. This journey will not be available to the public until the Calendar is published.

Simple of the Forest

As I tend to the morning Lantern I can hear muted rustlings from the Gypsie camp being set up near by. So close, yet …

Here I will sit within rough stone walls and organize thoughts in story and verse, while they enjoy the whispers of the forest — and call to simpler life. Which generates a poem, of course, based on recent studies of early archery prowess.

Forest Band

Set in the hill above the Crecy vale is a rift masked by willow tree;
And there we met in secrecy though Petrie did climb a spruce to see.

We were but hunters and foresters true that protected the verdant land;
But the cry of widows from marsh and field did draw us out to make a stand.

Two bows each we set beside a basket full large in arrows of flight.
Ten per minute’s call we twelve could sail in group profound or lesser might.

With finger neumes that might direct a choir did Petrie guide within the day,
First he for eighty called, then forty slightly low, beneath the shield to slay.

We never saw the battle, nor challenged glint of sun on bold chested mail.
We just went home at sunset, arrowless, and less of clue to win or fail.

We are the simple of the forest, and claim every tree as our frien’;
But when tears are seeds on the lowland meadow, we will sure come again.

Pure Therapy

I haven’t created anything in over a week– no writing, no art, no photography. I’ve been so overwhelmed at work and emotionally drained that I haven’t had any energy to do much. But I always feel better when I make a mandala. It’s very calming to me. So I made myself sit down tonight and make this one. However, even this image is filled with frenetic energy. But the act of making it was pure therapy. I’m posting it in the abbey because it feels safer in here.

 

Image: Lori Gloyd (c) 2006