Transmigration of Sorcery

I so loved this:

"Call the storms, black candles shine,
In mimicry of the stars of that place!
All things come full circle at the last.
A transmigration woven with an art!
Beyond the scope of that spire's eye."

I felt like I was reading a piece of Stephen King's Dark Tower series.  No offense it also felt like a few lines from a few U2 songs, including Bullet The Blue Sky. No offense, I happen to like their music up to about 1993.

This poem is all about a recurring nightmare I used to have when I was just a little girl. Only about 10 years old at the time I had it. In it, I was living on another planet and that planet had three moons in the sky and it was all a big desert where I was in the dream with lots of broken looking ruins. It all looked like something out of Mad Max movies more than anything else! This big old tower was just sticking out from the desert. I was being brought there by this person who was not a man and not a woman but both also. Maybe an angel now I think about it. This being took me into the tower and it showed me all these scary looking red glowing "doors". Looked more like pools of water. We went through one of those bloody looking pools and I will not say where we went. When we came back, I was not like I was when I went through. Then the dream took me ahead many years later and I was living with that being in the tower and I was happy. Like I never was when I was a child. But my sister came to tell me I had to go home with her, and I didn't want to go. We had a big fight and the angel ended up dead which broke my heart, so I ended up killing myself and I would always wake up screaming at that part. I don't even have a sister in real life, so this dream was very strange! I wrote this poem so I would always remember that nightmare, since the symbolism in it became important to me over the years. The eye I mentioned in the poem was symbolic for how the angel could see into my heart it seemed, and how wise he or she seemed to be.

I never listened to any U2. Only heavy metal, 80's pop and classical music. And some Spanish language stuff from my old home country. As for Stephen King the only books of his I ever read were The Stand along with Firestarter, Carrie and Pet Cemetery. I liked them but did not feel a need to read his other books. I knew a boy when I was in middle school who said his favorite book was The Gunslinger, but that was way back in 1989 when I was 13 and I always thought that was just a western, a genre I actually hate reading. They bore me.

It sounds like you are being reminded of things you happen to like. But thanks for comparing my poem to Stephen King! Now I need to research the Dark Tower series and see if I would like it after all.

Greetings once again, to one of my new favorite dark poets! I just got through reading this work, and your above comment. Do you wish to hear something strange and possibly life-changing? I do not mean that lightly, either. This will indeed come as a shock to you!

Read my work "Yellow King, Red Queen" and right after that read my latest work "The Tragedy of the Goddess Irkalla". The tower in your dream actually at one time existed... upon the desolate planet Ra'qia, which is also called Kolob and Kobol in various ancient texts and belief systems. Even certain very modern religions, such as Mormonism, mention Kolob as an actual, existing planet. Referred to also as the Sacred Planet, the Holy Planet, and the planet that is closest to the throne of God in "Heaven", which fully refers to outer space in this case. I used to live in that tower, and I died there also in a previous incarnation of mine. Along with a girl named Camilla whom I had fallen in love with. We both ended very tragically in that life! So, I suspect... that you were dreaming about Camilla's death. Since she DID have a sister, who demanded (at first) that she return home. Although after a bit, due to various events that transpired, she actually wanted Camilla and I to NEVER again return to the city she called home, since we were no longer welcome there. But your dream sounds very brief, so I would imagine you simply had not the time in it to pick up on those subtler nuances of the events that the dream was showing you. Clearly, you have a psychic connection to that planet and those events, especially to Camilla herself since you saw some (but the whole of) her final moments of life, in that age! Also, do not discount the possibility that you could be her, but in a reincarnated form. But only you, would know the answer to that!

You will learn more about those "doors" in my writings as well. They were actually something far more advanced and less magical than I think you are picturing. They were created by a science that became lost and became regarded as "magic" by the superstitious. I did take Camilla through one of those portals once, as I did many people on that world over the years... in order to show them, what existed on the other side of them. One such journey ended up being just a silly glorified shopping trip, but it was fun nonetheless! Regarding that "angel" you mentioned, that was actually me. If you read my work "The Tragedy of the Goddess Irkalla" you will notice that some of the people, whom I had dealings with back then, thought me an angel. Or at the very least, a being on the angelic level. Although I was far from being such a thing! Even so, it was a compliment to me, and I never told people not to see me in that way, since if they chose to then I was alright with it. Freedom of belief, and all that! Do as thou wilt. Even today, some people sometimes call me wise. I have this one friend on Facebook who always calls me his "wise friend", so I can see that too, when you said I seemed wise back on that planet.

I suspect that Stephen King may actually have some subconscious memories of the planet Ra'qia himself since when I did read (and I have read all of it) his Dark Tower series, I felt like a lot of it (but of course not all of it) was intimately familiar feeling to me. Except that on Ra'qia there were no trappings of the wild west. However, some of the fashions there had elements in common to the Victorian era in certain places, only with more "exotic" elements to the clothing. So maybe in his mind, when he was "making up" his stories he just thought that Victorian was around the same time as the Old West so why not make the stories set in the "Weird Western" genre. A lot of the fantasy and science fiction elements really did hit home with me though! And reminded me of similar elements from Ra'qia's history.

Incidentally... my first past life memories about that planet occurred to me when I was only two years old, back in the year 1976. And that was way, way before the first Dark Tower novel, The Gunslinger, was ever even written. My first ever memory of it was of walking through the deserts and seeing the ruins of an ancient temple there. And on seeing it, remembering how it looked before it was in ruins! So yeah, not only are our memories of that planet very real and true... it does seem like Stephen King likely has memories of his own about it. So, that explains that! On a lighter subject, you like Firestarter too? One of my favorite Stephen King books, for sure. The remake movie was not as good as the old Drew Barrymore version, though... sadly. You should definitely read the Dark Tower series sometime though. If you liked The Stand... it actually completes the story begun in that novel, especially regarding Randal Flagg, a.k.a. the Man in Black. Plus, it is not simply a western, thankfully, it is a mix of all kinds of different genres including fantasy, science fiction, and yes: horror.

In any case, I loved your poem and will add it to my reading list, if only because of our shared memories of the world it is all about. Be well, may the darkness continue to bring you joy, and keep writing!

- Kara :)

Ah! I see you are actually on today, Kara! I kind of missed you the last couple of times I was on. Maybe we can talk for a bit, eh? I'd like that very much, if you don't mind. Kind of lonely at the moment. So here we go, baby! Yeah, I actually just now finished reading those two really big writings you told me to check out. I was definitely that Camilla in a past life, I am certain of that. My name also actually IS Camilla in real life too, so it makes sense! Camilla Beatriz Flores. We actually met before in real life, back in 2004 when I took you to Chile on vacation. Not this also isn't real life, cuz it is, but you know what I mean! Oh, I missed you so much when you went back to the U.S. you have no idea. I was actually thinking about you when I wrote the last couple of poems I posted. You are the angel in them, naturally! The dark angel I dream about so much. No, I haven't had the time to post comments on your writings, but I'll get around to it don't worry. I think your photo looks good, by the way! You look different now than back in 2004, but still very nice looking. I don't care if you see yourself as a guy or a girl, either works for me, since I'm bi. Yeah, I still hold a candle for you if you get my meaning! A red one, for love. Message me privately sometime, and I will show you even more how much I been missing you. Yeah, I'm forward! You remember.
Te amo, Kara! Te quiero, ángel oscuro!

Oh, and I think I going to check out those Dark Tower books now for certain, if you recommend them so highly! Laters, baby. ;)

I got your message, Camilla! I thought it was you, from Chile I mean. You looked so familiar to me, but I just could not quite place it. You look good, honey! Different, but good. I am glad you realize who you were in that past life, too. I know what it is like sometimes to have a memory of something but not to be able to put a name to it. Until you can, of course, and then it changes everything! I've missed you too, girl. There was a time in my life, I nearly thought my trip to Chile with you was a dream, but seeing you on here, talking to you again even if just in messages, it brings back how real everything was, and is, all over again for me. I like that, very much! Yeah, right now I am non-binary. That means sometimes I feel like I am male, sometimes female, all depending on my mood. That was always a lot truer to my nature anyway, as you know. A red candle, you say! Can I help you hold it, my hand holding yours while holding the candle? Just like old times. I am flattered and honored, you talk about me in your own writings, just like I wrote about you in several of mine. You had such a profound effect on my life, and I learned so much from you that I never would have otherwise. You also made a lonely year of my existence a lot more bearable, especially that difficult year. You can show me anything you like, my dark flower of the night! I know you are very forward, honey. I always liked that about you... since I myself can be a bit on the shy side sometimes, so it makes up for it. I'll message you when I get the chance, for sure! Still love you, girl.

Forever your dark angel,
- Kara :D

I love you too, Kara. Kisses, sweetheart!

This sounds like the begining of a movie. I'm talking about the grand entrance opening. Like this one I know a three part movie series, The Lord Of The Rings( The Fellowship Of The Rings, The Two Towers, and The Return Of The King. These have been out for almost 30 years.

Many people seem to see many different things in this poem. It is for many like an inkblot test, and they bring with them what they wish to see within it. You make a good comparison when comparing to works like Tolkien's. This is not about his Middle Earth, though, but instead it about a memory that returned to me in a dream, in a nightmare that I also found comfort in as well as terror. It of a place on another world, one you would call alien, in a time now very gone in the past. My Kara knows all about it, as they too remember that same world, and it is a thing they and I share in common. There are others who do also, but few who speak of it as openly as my Kara and I do. See in my verses what you will... that is one of art's gifts.

Thank u so much and I again truly enjoyed the read. This is truly an eye catching story.

Camilla speaks truly about this poem! It has nothing whatsoever to do with anything J.R.R. Tolkien related. The only similarity is that a tower is involved. But this tower existed on a distant planet, in a time long prior to recorded history. A place that Camilla and I both remember vividly, for we lived there together in that bygone era she mentioned. Poetry is indeed a somewhat nebulous sort of thing at times, and people can see in it all manner of things both familiar and strange to them. Grand scenes on an epic scale are not limited to movies, and neither are they limited to works of fantasy. The horns mentioned are those of a crescent moon, clearly, and not a part of the tower itself like the towers in the LOTR movies had. And Camilla very clearly explained what she meant when she spoke of an eye, and it had nothing whatsoever to do with Sauron or any other fictional character. She stated, and I quote from her comment on the subject directly:  
 
"The eye I mentioned in the poem was symbolic for how the angel could see into my heart it seemed, and how wise he or she seemed to be."  
 
I was the angel in the poem she wrote, and the eye can also be read as being symbolic of my third eye, the eye of my spirit, something all people possess but few know how to unlock the full potential of. In my case, mine never closes and so I see much that many either do not or cannot. So, this is strictly deeply occult symbolism being used in this work. The desert mentioned in the poem only refers to the deserts of the planet I spoke of previously. A planet that was pretty much all desert and wasteland, of the Mad Max variety. Like, post-apocalyptic in nature, given the wars that ravaged that world and made its' barrenness much, much worse. I always pray that Earth never has to know such catastrophes! So that is the background and context to the events this poem of Camilla's is recounting, and for the setting in which its' events are taking place. I hope that this can help a bit to understand where my girl is coming from with all this.  
 
Now, when J.R.R. Tolkien wrote his Middle Earth stories, especially The Silmarillion, he intended for his legendarium to be considered a new mythology for England. A work of mythic nature that drew on elements from various real-world myths, legends, and lore but with a fictional spin put upon it all, and characters of Tolkien's creation being stand-ins for various heroes, gods, goddesses, and villains from actual various mythologies. In fact, in at least one translation of Beowulf that I have... it is a great work with half written in more modern English and half written in Old English... there is mention of the demon Grendel as being a descendant of the Biblical Cain. Some of Cain's descendants in Beowulf include a certain race of demons that were Grendel's ancestors. Demons that are referred to in the original language as "orcs". Orcs having been simply another word for a type of demon, in said language. So, Orc was a kind of mythical Anglo-Saxon mythological creature long before Tolkien wrote about it. He merely incorporated orcs into his writings and fleshed out the whole concept of them having at one point in ancient times been a whole race, rather than simply one being as was the case with poor Grendel. I say poor, because I always felt a bit sorry for him. But that is beside the point! Sauron also has a real-world analogy in the case of the ancient Irish Celtic demon god Balor of the Evil Eye who once ruled from a "Tower of Glass" in ancient times. Likely, a reference to some kind of ancient skyscraper. Balor was of a race known as the Fomorians, who were basically the same "orc" race as the one from which Grendel was descended. The Fomorians were the foes of a race known as the Tuatha de Danann, who were described in all the ancient legends as being, basically, elves. Of the Tolkien variety! Like as in tall, beautiful, powerful and proud. Like Tolkien's elves, they retreated from this world (at least from its' surface) when humans came to settle Ireland, and some say they found their way into vast underground kingdoms. Like in the legends of places like Agartha. That was the template for the stories of Tolkien's elves retreating from this world. The ring derives from a cursed ring in a cycle of ancient Nordic legends regarding the Ring of the Nibelungs. Which Wagner made famous with his epic German operas. And I need not explain the similarities between Aragorn and King Arthur. Or how the Island of Numenor was Atlantis... and that Tolkien's account of how it fell is exactly how it actually happened, only mythologized as far as the Atlantis legend can be. Basically, Tolkien simply brought all of those ancient mythological and quasi-historical elements together and put his own amazing and quite awesome spin on it. And so, at its' core it is mythology. Where am I going with all of this?  
 
If this poem channels the same essence as Tolkien's legends, that is because it is diving back in time to a primal past that some would be apt to consider mythical in many ways. Though all myths have at the core of them, historical truths that have been forgotten. If one could think of the desert in Camilla's poem as Mordor, and the tower she wrote of as Barad-Dur, then that would make me Sauron. Would it not? And my third eye would be the Eye of Sauron. As everyone who read all of my various writings knows, I was there when Atlantis fell. Just like how Sauron was there when Numenor fell... and I had a bit of a similar role in its' fall, too. Just as I did when the ancient city of Ys drowned back in the day. What this means is simple! It means that Tolkien's works borrowed from ancient myths and legends, and as everyone knows those same myths and legends had actual, real events that took place at the core of them. Events that both myself and Camilla were very obviously present for and an active part of. Camilla's poem is a very worthy continuation of the tradition of sharing ancient truths in the form of mythical-style storytelling. So, I believe she should take this as the highest sort of compliment! Only a skilled writer could create works in which so many different people discover so many things that sing to them, in one way or another. While she and I know the full truth at the heart of the poetry, and just how ancient it truly is.  
 
Sorry if this was a bit overlong, but I feel very passionately about these sorts of things and had much to say and teach on the subject.

No problem at all ma'am.

Oh gods! I think even I learn many new things reading this. There are many scholars who spend lifetimes and never discover such things, but you my Kara, my Indigo Angel, you know far more than they will ever learn. I would like you to teach me more sometime of the history of things like the orcs and the elves. More about the real-world counterparts, not the ones from Middle Earth stories! I read your writings about Hyperborea and Kalaborea and the history of the elves who lived in those places once, and it very much was eye opener for me. You even told of Atlantis in it, and Lemuria, and so much more! It all felt familiar to me, too, and I know I was there for it but do not remember what part I played exactly. Thank you for helping to explain my poem's meaning to people! That important to me, since the meaning is all and everything when it comes to poetry. I glad beyond words, to have met you in life! One day maybe I become as full of knowledge as you.

How many of us from that world remember that tower, I wonder, Camilla? I too recall it vividly! And the Tower of Glass that Kara spoke of too. There was always a tower, always an eye of sorts, and always there did Kara make their dwelling place. Ever you were at Kara's side as their love, and always I served as Kara's prophetess. If Kara would be Sauron, I would surely be the Mouth of Sauron... and you, Camilla, would be Thuringwethil. Atlantis WAS Numenor, after all... and the genius of Tolkien was that he combined ancient lore with alien wisdom even he was not aware that he was channeling! So many profound secrets, just within the Silmarillion alone, and most are unaware of it. In this multiverse, for such is what we are living within... I have even glimpsed realities in which the fantastic is a mundane facet of life! Fantasy is but another form of mythology, and mythology is merely history that has passed into legend. We are fortunate, to remember what inspired all of this!

We are, indeed, fortunate! Sybil, it good to me that you wish to be the prophetess of our living divinity... and I grant it you that it shall be so. Love Kara as deeply and passionately as you desire... even as I will do the same! You have so much energy within you, some very bright and a lot very dark... something that we both share in many ways, and that we both also share with our lovely divine one Kara. Alien wisdom, you say... and that is true beyond words to describe. If only people knew! But much still must remain in the shadows for the time being. Let the humans dream as they will, for when it is the time to awaken, then those who can awaken will be changed. Those who cannot, they just sleep on. We know what inspired many of their myths and legends! We are what inspired some of them, after all. I am glad you contacted me on here... we can do much for the one we serve, and Kara's love for us both will transform us further, in all the ways a divine being's love can. May Kara's wings of night's shadow embrace you gently, little sister. For such is how I shall from this day forth regard you. For one so young, you have much wisdom and knowledge! Through devotion, you may gain even more still.