50. Angels in Chains

His deformed face comes into view
escorting me along the prison cell floors
His body labours struggling to move
but we eventually come to a cold, lonely cell

He opens the door and there lying spread
Is a brutishly handsome and muscley guy
Hands cuffed in irons along with his feet
and a black ribbon bellows, tied to the wall

I find myself close with my foot almost touching
but recoil back as he glances at me
A smile creeps over his face as he speaks
"This will be harder than what we had thought"

He's a Chained Angel, in bondage from God
awaiting a vessel to give up his life
where all it would take to set the man free
is a touch of release and great sympathy

But at that right moment 'She' pulls us right back
and shows me the dangers of an innocent heart
Of one which exists without God, without Grace
an aimless type vehicle, wandering into the dark

And just in time has this lesson been learnt
as the shadows increased and crept t'wards my own bed
Some seeking help, some seeking love
and blindly and openly were all their calls felt

But now as I tire and just before sleep
"In God's name" do I hear, coming from my own mouth
I thank him for darkness and thank him for light
and give thanks for the World and the Universe too

But most of all, as goblins appear
as men come and stab me and as women cheer
I ask for protection and to banish the dark
to reinstate love from his own divine spark

49. Grand Old Dame

Her back's turned to me as I look on from afar
with one of her mokos who hangs off her leg
She turns to face me but does nothing else
just watching me, surveying me, sussing me out

She's a large, big, black spider at least two meters long
with glistening eyes and glistening hairs
An hourglass figure with a regal behind
reminds me of Ladies in Victorian times

She now stands in front and tests me somemore 
one single long leg, pawing the ground
But I stand and I wait, with nothing to fear
but ambivalent about what her visit may mean

She rears up in the air and starts moving her arms
spining and weaving invisible thread
Above me I look and see cords spiraling down
and through them the Universe passes me by

I travel and hurtle through outer space
with stars and nebulas dotted around
She continues to weave and continues to spin
even while spiraling back down to the ground

This Lady of Old interests me now
outside of space and outside of time
as I continue to ponder on who she might be
I wake with a smile and quiet energy

48. Wisdom

Long blonde hair tied back in a bun
the Lady turned and smiled at me
but her mouth was filled with jagged shards
of amethyst to chew my soul

A new direction it would appear
was to cleanse and purify my being
removing and shedding all my guides
and moving to a brand new plane

St Germain with his Violet flame
Kahukura in a purple cloud
and this Lady here with jagged teeth
with the gift of purity and inner wisdom

The Mother Goddess was there as well
cloaked from head to toe in blue
and calmly and reassuringly
takes us both - hand in hand

Weeks weeks later I'm resolute
but begin to cry and shriek and wail
as I strip myself of all the comforts
that Wolves and Angels have given me

At the water's edge I quietly sob
as I sprinkle water over my head
but there beside me floating now
a small twig - a taniwha bobs along

The fear, the anger and all the pain
now subsides and washes away
I get to my feet and stumble along
and notice a plague with the Lake's name

Matahina to see into the dark or
to see the grey areas in all that's around me
Hina's the moon watching over the night
and sister to Papatuanuku

I look to the sky and the Sun still shines
and a white kahu or hawk flies by
and as I sniff and wipe my last tear
I feel the grace of women near...

47. Set free

Men wearing bush shirts slump down where they stand
exhausted and dirty from hunting all day
I walk all amongst the animals slain
and see blood splattered walls and the bodies of Moose

Down a long corridor I see more and more
and finally stopped by one on the floor
His body still shivers, his antlers still move
and he looks up at me with life still in his eyes

But there's pain, and there's anguish without any words
and I'm drawn to him closer - reaching down with my hand

I touch his sweet face and rest on his head
and release the last vestiges of life that he had
I pull myself up to see him now lie
rested and peaceful and away from this World

46. Healing hands

Running through scrub and out onto footpaths
I'm taking shortcuts and avoiding pursuit
Men fuelled by anger, by darkness and more
covet my footsteps - chasing me now

They stop to rest and take in the surroundings
leaning on bushes, on trees and on logs
"He" takes my hand and places it down
on a log which is touching all that they see

The spirit that heals reaches them now
and lays them down permanently amongst all the trees
cause hands that can heal, can also defend
but my heart is now startled by such a sad end...

45. Michael and Gabriel

I move from my bed and out onto the road
where mist and fog envelope and hug me
It's light and it's warm as though in a cloud
but my lower back's nudged to be wary and guarded

I turn and I see coming towards me
a skeleton running with black knife in hand
but I simply stand in love and in oneness
while it continues to come - picking up speed

The knife is raised and comes straight down on me
in a flash I am moved to a different scene
Im handed a knife in a cooking show
and start slicing vegetables on top of a board

I wake and I'm angry and swear at the World
At how love failed me and my oneness also
Granted my Guides stepped in and saved me
but almost at the cost of losing my life

"You didn't teach me that or things like defence?!"
and instantly sleeping I wake once again
I'm now in a gym with boxing bag near
but my anger is boundless and I'm asking for more!

Then in they both come - a white guy and black
menacing, muscled and tall as they come
Unfortunately, as my anger subsides
it's replaced with a coyness making Gabriel smile

"Enough of that now - it's time to begin"
says Michael as he moves right in between us
"Let's begin" he says as he takes his shirt off
and I grab a big stick and run at him hard

But they both laugh at my mortal attempt
of closing the distance between me and it
We're now in a World of a different kind
where physical hits can never be felt

This is a World of striking with magic
of pointing the bone, and chanting with words
Of focusing mind and the gut as my amo
'Win gardium levy osa' I hear myself say?!

Michael is struck -and dazed on the spot
from the finger I pointed and my Harry Potter spell
"Um, yeah that'll work" Gabriel says
but I'm urged to keep going and practice some more

"You're a girl!" I say and he's wounded again
and Gabriel's laughing and shrinking away
Afternoon comes and instruction ends
from two really cool guys who came to my aid

Awake in my bed as I opened my eyes
I wondered just who these two fullas were
It wasn't till talking with a good friend
I'd found I'd been taught by the Angels themselves....

44. Women of Old

Walking through rooms and out to the bathroom
three women now preen in front of old mirrors
"Its been so so, long - thousands of years"
plaiting hun hair, into long locks about her

"It seems only like yesterday, your looks are the same"
the Warrior eased by my flattery now
Massagetae smiles, but flares white and then blue
especially by speaking of God and of Light

Another I pass, is holding my sage
she smiles while tossing them into the flame
She brings about darkness as a backdrop for me
to learn of their secrets and share in their dreams

The World was created in Darkness not Light
where thought and emotion mated and fought
Where love made the stars and pain made the moon
and where Light's a result of men killing their parents

The third one is different as she enters the room
red and gold robes of a monastery order
I help her unrobe where she hands me a stone
a cat's eye which reaches beyond my own mind

Lines now become drawn quite firm in the sand
where white now meets black to where energy's sown
Times ruled by women both ancient and wise
both givers of life as well as demise...

43. Heliticus

Sitting beside me, makes my eyes open
but continue to sleep, as I sit up and see him
Naked, except for a modest loin cloth
and bindings now rotten, off hands and off feet

'Who are you?' I ask but his name is forgotten
as I scan his whole body for clues and the like

I hear "Senor" as I notice black nails
of toes and of fingers of a body long passed
His brown skin still shines like a sunset in Spain
but now, here sits sadness - here sits condemnation

"I'm cold" he says looking sadly at me
with eyes cold with death not going unnoticed
I reach for my blanket and wrap it around him
and see puncture wounds, where cord
once bound his lips shut

And tattooed roughly on the back of his lip
'Heliticus' crudely cut into his skin
"So I guess you're an emo" making light conversation
but the suffering of souls is no joking matter

The darkness creeps in - his expression has changed
as he reaches towards me and touches my side
and all of a sudden I'm wide and awake
with the pain of knives stabbing me right in the ribs

Another new stage of development starts
with a singular touch of darkness and hurt
To enter a place of where chaos abounds
and see an old World before there was Light