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http://www.abctv.no/node/1651   :w00t:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080815/sc_nm/mexico_mayans_dc_1;_ylt=ApMCWa_eJjXKoPPzB4B3h9xFeQoB

Kjenner eg får klaustrofobi..men det er kanskje ikkje så rart at grottesystem verden over vart nytta som heilage portalar ved
fødsels og dødsritualer og sjamanreiser??

kunne vært intresangt å ta en sjaman reise dit når jeg er moden, eller føler det er riktig.
ja plassen er hellig jeg tror nok jeg hadde vært ydmyk å spurt om tiladelse om å slippe inn der, det er greit å føle seg velkommen før reisen.
jeg lurer på hvordan energi de som trasker rundt der virkelig føler ?

Eg ville ikkje ha ropt for høgt her inne nei.

kanskje er det nokon der nere som berre ventar
at tauet ryk og lyset bles ut.?

Ja,sei det....
Det er i allfall meir enn spennande å sjå korleis arkeologien ofte jobbar i skjæringspunktet mellom mytologi og åstad,slik som her...
Kva er kva,og betyr det noko om så er?
Eg reiser gjerne til Yuacatan att,ein fantastisk vakker og blodig stad,
på fleire måtar..


The Portal

Emerald eye
of the slumbering jaguar,
steep limestone walls
form lifebringing reservoir,
the damp,wet entrance
of the longing,green goddess,
mancarved platforms
brings back feelings
of long-time-ago distress

The mystic ,shiny diamond
surrounded by lush green,
the most perfect sircleshape,
in  jungle ever seen
Thousands of people
trust in their presious maize,
endless colums of worshippers,
silently wandering
through firealtar`s haze

Fragments of life and power,
sink silently
to an unknown bottom,
mayablue idols,newborn babies,
men,women,
flowers, fruits,
allready long time forgotten

All there is heard,
is little spider monkey`s cry
we sacrifice,we believe,
we hope,we pray
and ask us self inside;
why?
why?

Sunbeams penetrate the surface
the portal dwells there,shrouded,
in the drifting morning mist,
yesterday fed with holy Life,
and the otherworld,Xibalba
does still strongly insist..


I dreamt I could submerge deep
in the silent,blueish freshwaterpool,
retrace forgotten victim`s stories,
bring back some warmth and tone
to their bluepainted skin so cool,
I pray for all the world`s sacrified dead,
and wish to throw out a ladder back to life
like Theseus unwinded Ariadne`s tread.

The Portal

Emerald eye
of the slumbering jaguar,
steep limestone walls
form lifebringing reservoir,
the damp,wet entrance
of the longing,green goddess,
mancarved platforms
brings back feelings
of long-time-ago distress

The mystic ,shiny diamond
surrounded by lush green,
the most perfect sircleshape,
in  jungle ever seen
Thousands of people
trust in their presious maize,
endless colums of worshippers,
silently wandering
through firealtar`s haze

Fragments of life and power,
sink silently
to an unknown bottom,
mayablue idols,newborn babies,
men,women,
flowers, fruits,
allready long time forgotten

All there is heard,
is little spider monkey`s cry
we sacrifice,we believe,
we hope,we pray
and ask us self inside;
why?
why?

Sunbeams penetrate the surface
the portal dwells there,shrouded,
in the drifting morning mist,
yesterday fed with holy Life,
and the otherworld,Xibalba
does still strongly insist..


I dreamt I could submerge deep
in the silent,blueish freshwaterpool,
retrace forgotten victim`s stories,
bring back some warmth and tone
to their bluepainted skin so cool,
I pray for all the world`s sacrified dead,
and wish to throw out a ladder back to life
like Theseus unwinded Ariadne`s tread.




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