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Someone on Goodreads posted this review, and it truly emotes my own feelings about this book: “It's not pretty, flowery poetry, but rather poetry that speaks to the soul; at times with gut-wrenching truth. I cannot recommend it more than that.”
Copyright note: The following excerpt is copyrighted to the author. It is posted here with permission, and all copy/paste functions have been disabled on this site to protect the author's rights. I'm sure you understand.
The Feast of Flesh and Spirit
RAZIEL
(I am seated at my Altar, book open; candles lit; pen upon the pages... deep in meditation)
I heard:
"Good Morning."
'???? Good Morning?' (I don't yet know what's going on; in the vision of the meditation I'm on a rock, outside a small cave, in a cave of beach before dawn. I can open my eyes and have my consciousness remain in the two places, temple and beach, while I write down what I've just heard)
He says, “Have you time?"
'I have time.'
"Must you write everything down as we speak?"
‘I would forget otherwise.'
"Very well- let me dream with you... Look upon the waters of the world. See the sparkling silver light? The silver dawn? A boulder there upon which to sit before my cave where I lay waiting."
(the landscape is pre-dawn; pale grey sea; pale grey sky; narrow beach, boulder-strewn; caves and high cliffs all around the sand.)
‘Can I ask you something?'
"We are at peace, we can speak."
'You said that you were waiting in there;' I said, looking towards the cave behind us; 'waiting for what?'
"For time."
'What do you mean?'
"Death takes place within and without, you know."
'Are you dead?'
"Wait- sit a moment..." I see him there, although vaguely- he reminds me of a Merlyn person.
"Look! Look at the rabbits." (there, up along the sand, by the water's edge, are hundreds of them)
"They play you know."
'I don't understand any of this... Are you dead?'
'Oh, don't be so trivial!"
'You said we were waiting.'
"Look, I haven't much time to speak to you so listen, look and feel with me."
He took my hands and looked into my eyes and said, "Do I look very old to you?"
'Yes.'
"But, I haven't got a face you know."
'You show me one.'
(laughing) "Oh, the images we choose to see!"
'What are you then?'
He ignored my question" Oh, I'm tired of looking old."
'What are you waiting for?'
"Oh, a time when spring is young and fresh and no one tries to take the stage."
'What do you mean?'
"Oh, every one forgets about me."
'Then who are you?'
"I am time!"
'I don't understand.'
"You will, if you remember me with love. I cherish every moment of my life with you and would have it last eternally- but you will go a-racing with tomorrow; they always do. And I am left haunted by my memories... Before I look to hold them near they are gone, oh fleet-of-foot."
'What are you waiting for?'
"Oh, just a little ball of someone's time to stay and play with me."
'You said you were within the cave?'
"The memory of me dwells there yes, but I am here with you just once; the memory that will last a thousand lifetimes."
'It isn't just me you're talking to, is it?'
"You're the only one here."
'How long would you like me to stay?'
"You just did!"
'Can I come again?'
"I won't be here anymore."
'I don't understand.'
"Oh, well, we wait, then, you and I ..."
After a long pause I ask 'Why can't I come again?'
“I will have changed by then."
'Into what?'
"Yesterday!
....Penguins, now, and sea-birds wild, wild winds of winter wash the many waves away and grains of sand are left for me to play with"
'You seem so lonely.'
"No! I have never been lonely.
There are so many of me you couldn't count me by all the stars in space."
I have already mentioned that he was a 'Merlyn-like' presence which accounts for the next comment.
'You lost me, Merlyn.'
"What did you call me?"
'Sorry, that was presumptuous... I got my myth mixed up."
He roared laughing; rolled around and around on the sand.
"It'll do, it'll do! You made me laugh- here I have a gift for you..."
... and he pointed out over the sea, all grey and silver with pre-dawn light. As I watched the sun began to burnish the horizon with its gold.
"Life! Isn't it a miracle! And no one seems to know how much a passion that it is."
'I have to go.'
“You always did."
'I don't want to feel guilty about going.'
"What? And waste time? No."
... and he took my face in his hands and said
"Cherish me, and take the morning as my gift."
I'm going to send you to a Facebook page which you should definitely like. It's called The Feast of Flesh and Spirit, and there, you will receive excerpts, updates and notifications for the new, expanded edition. There are several excerpts posted there, so you can get some more of your Ly fix. I can't wait to get my hands on the new edition!
Remember, you can visit Ly's website at: LyDeAngeles.com.
Tomorrow, we're going to wrap up the Ly Lovefest with an excerpt from Tarot: Theory and Practice, and a SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT from Ly herself!!
See you then!