On the sea coast of Tibet

[twice]

On the sea coast of Tibet
Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway
They've been varnishing the woodwork for forty-three centuries
Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood
There's a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure
And the giantess, sea priestess, beckons the passers-by
"Do not lose sight of the sea. Do not lose sight to the sea."
Her wizened mouthpiece whistles with silver fishes
Swirls of spider-crabs crackle like Wimshurst mechanicals
All around her, jellies are diaphanous

After washing myself clean, I had breakfast with the sea priestess
Whose sibilant esses are escaping gas from the sea floor
The sea priestess lays on a bed of nails
Twenty-seven lead soldiers at her head
The sea priestess is escaping gas
The grass that grows is turned to gas
Gas fired from a gun, herbal hydrogen
If it goes any faster there'll be an astral disaster
If it goes any faster there'll be an astral disaster

We spent the rest of time
With furious faking of dreaming
Pissing tiny diamonds, and passing the time wondering
Whether we should walk down the same path
That had introduced us to the valley the day before
I was woken three times in the night
And asked to watch whales, listen for earthquakes in the sea
I had never seen such a strange sight before
Somehow I think the soft verges of insanity
At the hard shoulders of reality
Point past signs posted in the past sea
It's probably a lack of poor visibility
And something special in the sand
And the essences the rocks on the seashore make

The men here are desiccated like mummies
Been out in the sun for thousands of years, walking along
The women stuff themselves full of collagen and other animal remains
I don't think we'll stay here long
As soon as the ships have been rebuilt, we'll be out of here
Into the sun

Our ship was wrecked on the sea coast of Tibet
The first thing we saw were several Egyptian Aztecs arriving from Norway
Here all nature is naked
We watch acrobats bathing themselves in blood
And over the doorway is a beast of prey
Straddled on the threshold of pleasure
And a giantess, sea priestess, beckoning the passers-by
She implores them, "Do not lose sight of the sea."
She says, "Do not lose sight to the sea."

[mewl]

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[jenniferkate]

Every time i have participated in a group wanga for met agwe and la
sirene,
i always eventually wind up with popeye the sailor man at some point,
and i do know a couple of traditional songs,
so i figure they must want something a little different and fun.
i have a jar of seawater from near jacmel,
wrapped in a blue cloth,
some beach stones and some tiny sapphires,
a small mat of cowrie shells,
and a small blue and white ginger jar with some water and sea salt in
my la sirene space on my altar.

i also have a cobalt blue bowl i use for her offerings;
it is large enough to hold half a small watermelon,
or half a honeydew.

not far from my altar,
i have another space for la sirene,
with conch shells,
a beautiful flag of la sirene (thank you, mama!),
and a painting of la sirene and met agwe in various aspects.

i gave the ancestors a plate of food;
a chicken drumstick,
some spaghetti,
and a piece of cake,
with some white rum to wash it down.

la sirene and met agwe got half a melon,
some cornmeal and molasses,
some shoo-fly cake (made with molasses),
anisette,
and melon liqueur.

the next day i took my offerings for met agwe and la sirene to a creek
not far from my house,
and gave them to the waters,
then i went to a local cemetery and delivered the food for the
ancestors.

i knocked on the ground before entering,
and received an immediate impression of welcoming.

i found a cross in the cemetery which was slightly darkened,
as if by candle smoke,
and left the plate and cup there.

now here's the interesting part;
as i walked away from the cross,
i was looking down,
so i wouldn't step on anybodys' marker,
and the first marker i noticed had a sailboat engraved on it,
next to the name.

i believe in synchronicity.

[twice]

The angel of death stands between heaven and earth, holding a poison-dripping sword. Identified with Satan, he is full of powers, a diligent reaper, an old fugitive and wanderer like Cain, a beggar, a pedlar, an Arab nomad, a skeleton, capering with sinners and misers in a jugglers' dance. But the nightmarish angel presents a different face to the one who has died before death, who has attained some measure of the apathea of a saint. We are told that Azrael, Death, appears to our spirit in a form determined by our beliefs, actions, and dispositions during life. He may even manifest invisibly so the man may die of a rose, a rheumatic pain, or of a rotting stench. When the soul sees Azrael, it falls in love, and its gaze is thus withdrawn from the body as if by a seduction. Great prophets and saints may even be politely invited by Death, who appears to them in corporeal form. Thus it was with Moses and with Mohammed. When the Persian poet Rumi lay on his deathbed, Azrael appeared as a beautiful youth and said, "I am come by divine command to enquire what commission the Master may have to entrust in you." In fact, a strange connection becomes apparent between mors and amor, love and death. The moment of extinction in the pleasure of love resembles that of death, and thus, that of the mystical. In mythic terms, Eros and Thanatos are almost twins, for in some cases Death appears as a lovely youth and Eros as a withered starveling. Both love and death are gateways, hence their eternal adolescence and their fixation in the midst of the rite of passage.

[jenniferkate]

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Baron Cimetiere and Manman Brigitte (Bawon & Brijit)
All cemeteries have a family of spirits that control the "other" crossroads, the passage from life to a different life, "death." That function resides in the Gede family of spirits. Baron Cimetière is the male principle; Manman Brigitte, the female principle. As is the case in the spirit world, who says "death" also says "life." The end of physical existence represents a new beginning. Old people are joined to babies and infants: The Gede love children.