Fire On The Mountain

December 11th, 2016 in All Things

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Oh, misty eye of the mountain below
Keep careful watch of my brothers’ souls
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke
Keep watching over our daughters and sons

***

The year began with seismic Waves of Loss.

Like a Harbinger of the Shadow, our Great Artists passed over to The Other Side.

And with the Backdrop of Misogyny, Hatred, and Rape.

With the Backdrop of Babies washing up onto Shores.

We plummeted further into Darkness.

It was November 9, 2016.

Twisted, greasy Ghost-Trolls with rotting breath and hollow eyes clenched their tiny throbbing red-blistered lingams.

And Ascended to Power.

And the one thing that kept Terror at bay was the balm of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah.”

Over and over and over again …

And then …

Leonard Cohen died …

***

If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
Watch the flames climb high into the night

Calling out, father, oh
Stand by and we will
Watch the flames burn auburn on
The mountain side

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Brown-skinned Truth-Teller Gwen Ifill died.

And then it was Thanksgiving.

A time of Honoring and Gratitude.

Only instead of sitting around the warmth of a Thanksgiving table, thousands of brown-skinned people stood on the freezing Earth.

To protect our Mother.

To protect their Sacred Land.

To protect the Water that allows Life.

To protect our Children.

Only to have their Voices strangled.

Only to be met with Violence, once more.

(Photo credit: Elizabeth Gilbert)

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And if we should die tonight
Then we should all die together
Raise a glass of wine for the last time

Calling out father, oh
Prepare as we will
Watch the flames burn auburn on
The mountain side
Desolation comes upon the sky

***

Swastikas suddenly appeared on Stage.

As if hidden in a trunk, just waiting to be dusted off and hung from the Rafters once more.

It was all too much.

Much too much.

So I wrote to one of my favorite Artists.

“I listened to one of your songs over and over again today,” I told him. “With all this Darkness, it was the only thing that could soothe me. I’m counting on the Artists to get us through this time. To take the Pain and transmute it into something Beautiful. Apparently, we are making sure the Artists have plenty to work with …”

And then … the Ghost Ship set sail in Oakland.

And more of our Artists were consumed by its flames …

***

Now I see fire
Inside the mountain
I see fire
Burning the trees
And I see fire
Hollowing souls
I see fire
Blood in the breeze
And I hope that you remember me*

***

“”We can do only what we can do,” the wise woman said. “I know a woman who every day, blesses water. And brings it to the bay. That is what she can do. And the spot where she brings her blessed water flourishes.”

With these words, I went to the Forest in Oakland for Healing.

And came upon a Tree of Lava.

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And a Tree of Fire.

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I found Trees that were Dancing.

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And Beauty so Alchemical that Sadness became Grace.

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Om, Kali Ma

Om, Dark Mother

Om, Beautiful Destroyer

Om, Giver of Life

Shakti

Shakti

Shakti

***

Dedicated to the Beautiful Souls of Standing Rock and to the Beloveds of those who set sail on that fiery Ghost Ship.

May you and your Beloveds always be remembered.

xx, Lara

* Lyrics to I See Fire by Ed Sheeran

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