First, I want to thank Roberto for sharing his vision of 1849. It occurred while we were having a conversation and is the catalyst behind the appearance of this poem. Essentially, the vision was of a golden yellow light and the year 1849. When asked if it meant anything to me, I responded at once that it brought to mind Edgar Allan Poe, though in the moment I couldn't remember if it was the year of his birth or his death. I learned later that it was the latter.
Most of my adult life I have been attracted to Poe's work. Though it is dark, I was drawn to the Light that allowed me to see the man and his work, and even to this day, he is still one of my favorite writers. Since Roberto shared his vision, I have researched Poe's life, and online, I came upon "The Beautiful Yet Dark Mind of Edgar Allen Poe," a forty three-minute presentation from the Poe Museum. I was pleasantly surprised, excited too.
For many years, I have aspired to write, and this poem, and other posts, reflect healing that has made this possible. There is more for me in Roberto's vision, but since then, I've had beautiful visions and visitations by the birds who have accompanied me so often in the last sixteen years. In the poem that follows, another appeared, the most magnificent of all. Enjoy.
He was huge...and powerful,
Gray like storm clouds,
A true silver lining.
Beautiful and formidable, too!
His wings stirred fierce gusts of wind.
His breath, expelled, disturbed the silt that buried me.
I raised myself up,
And great talons reached for me.
The riverbed let me go...
Free of the clutches of the past.
Hovering, sheltering,
Light was his presence.
Love, his power.
My liberator wept for me--
Buried a long time.
A long time.
I cried too.
Then, feeling special,
Like a writer in the presence of Greatness,
"The meaning," I asked, "of the Light of 1849?"
"Fellow writers," he said.
"Poe and Gaetan, their expressions you Love.
Submitted by: Naimah on 06/17/2016
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Greetings Na’imah,
Wow and Wow! I could literally feel the wind dance before me and feel your spirit. Your poem tuned me into an autobiography written by Charlotte Bronte called, ‘Jane Eyre’ published in 1847. Like the seasons of this earth so are our lives past and present.
Love and Light,
Lesley
Peace, Lesley!
It’s really interesting that you mentioned Jane Eyre. I’ve read the book and I’ve seen one of the movie adaptations. There are a number of them; I can’t recall which it was.
This also feels important. Perhaps soon, I’ll know why.
Love and Light
Na’imah
Just a short while ago I was reviewing THE LEAP I DIDN’T TAKE and suddenly knew that in a previous lifetime I was a writer. However, I didn’t log in to the Site to do that; I was simply browsing the Voice of Venus.
As I record this I’m attuned to this beautiful golden Light of the Souls assisting me; I behold it so very often in my visions, including THE LEAP. I can hear my Voice and it brings tears to my eyes that are droplets from a magnificent waterfall on the Inner. The water, clear and shining like crystal and is musical, is roaring over the cliff, gushing, though gently cleansing me of the “mud”. I am very happy, feeling joy that I have NEVER known before. Also present is the magnificent Bird, the one who wept for me after he pulled me to freedom.
As I read THE LEAP I DIDN’T TAKE, it was the following passage that got my attention: “A tall, slender man, mud-covered, emerged from the bed (Mississippi River). It was known that he had been buried under the River. As the mud was washed away, a white robe with yellow light on the sleeves, collar, and hemline was revealed…He seemed to be myself…I saw myself editing short stories I’d written a few years ago and put aside. As I edited them, so did he. The Birds from the River came and hovered over my house. One of them was much larger than the others, and more powerful…”
Suddenly, I’m seeing more of this thrilling golden light, and here I must thank Roberto for his Spark in the Light of 1849 that gave me a moment in which I could move ahead again!
In this very moment I’m attuned toPoe, aware of his deep, life-long suffering; he transitioned at the age of 40. Also there is Charlotte Bronte, Washington Irving, John Steinbeck. H.G. Wells, many of the classical writers now flowing through my higher consciousness. So much Love. So much to learn.
Light!
Na’imah