Biographical Notes of Spotted Jaguar

THE FEATHERED SERPENT

Biographical Notes of Spotted Jaguar

(Inconsistent with anthropological surveys)

 

I was a spotted jaguar boy of the boreal border lands

Out of my element and season I apprenticed in contract

For forty seven years to the moon and horned owl

To finally become spotted jaguar man with star markings

Rendering me invisible to most human tribes

 

Allied jaguar inside me whose honed quiet attention would come to know

The transmutation medicine I would carry into Kali Yuga

 

Ardent intrepid ruminative initiate

Watching the small flame of my mind image dance

In animal colors of mystical seclusion

 

I kept my altar suspended on a small crumbling ledge

Suppressed in musty smells and dim light

The subterranean concrete hid me within

The monochrome of daily modern life

I kept removed from the eyes of my own people

Beauty secreted away in my visionary spirit

 

The challenges were great wrestling the demons

And myriad malignant spirits

Redressing my troubled ancestors

Healing and understanding the multi-dimensional lives

Past lives and underworld creatures

Often a sorrowful undertaking

This resolute service was my calling

 

After much patient instruction from her all-consuming moods

Lunar’s gravity slowly turned me over to do my work with tiger owl ally

Through the dark side of the pines and marsh creek currents

I heard my name cry out from the great horned owl

My teacher mentor known as Winged Tiger from the mystical owl societies

“Hey Panthera Onca  away in the north of February overcast

Time to retrieve another one of your humanoid kin”

 

My blue hued large cat tracks in the snow drum out ahead of me

My breath follows the shape of the palpating river vein

Trails along the resin scented cliff bottom panting

A ring of perceiving sparks around an ancient tree

Blazing upward to the stone outcrop

Above whitewater skirting boulders and downward

My invertebrate drift in passive paw prints and camouflage wing

Flowing  beneath the ice shelf’s booming cracks

I pass the buried hunters and trappers

In red black pattern checks huddled around

The cool charcoal of the stone ringed fire camp long abandoned

Wandering the winter suns estuary of the otherworld

 

I do the foreseen necessary gyre along the deep sea basin

Using wings as fins feeling the boundless expanse of sand

Swirling eons of soft abrasion

Polishing down to its essence

The vital encrypted words

Passwords Jaguar is consigned to sing

To the dead ones lost and tumbling in the abyss

 

I send the bone sharp whistle of these words through your crypts

The elements and elementals circling me attracted to the sound

Other selves making me others disassembling me

I am change change healing  shadows of flame

Freeing the fossils from limestone

Salt waves dismantling the ground sleet of your souls

Vanishing the dead wings of your ghosts

Incomplete silences of the inner nocturne looking to rest

 

These animate  words have a mind and a life of their own

They change their skeletal letters to compose present moment to bygone era

Be careful how you listen to their shifting aggregate

Mouth of the river tongue rolling guttural stone voices in the surf

Lead me to meet the creature of oceanic utterance

 

I croon compass words for navigating the way home

Crows fly through these words with mewing and growl

Wing my aerial sight through the ethereal crescent light

 

Keep your language integral translucent to the sacred way

Cut loose the mask let fall into the mystery

Listen to the sound of your bound spirit fathers

Roar the yearning you can let go

 

My throat opens up the falling stars of your thoughts

Descending in the grunts of cold black depths

To the bone lights of your guardian spirit

Breathe resuscitate fathers you are not alone

 

I the Yaguarete of the one leap death

Knows what death is like for you

Feel my long tail trailing along your tree of life

My indian yellow fur with sepia undertone

My mars black rosettes pierce the wounded darkness

With claws of my hissing healer song

 

Pay attention pay attention father mother brother sister

Horned owl voice regurgitates the whole vision

All around the wisdom reverberates clarity

“Hoo Hoo know who you are  before you fly

Hoo out of the dark hole she says it’s just a visit”

 

No trace of who I was only what I have become

Spotted jaguar knocking on your concealed door

I bear the antidote to the righteous reasoning of vanity

A bird of waterfall green changing consciousness

Subtle slow drowning of narcissism

A child of poetry in moon drum reflection

Beating the evil greed of corrupted power scatter

 

Chants becoming a cat man hunter

Scent of lost souls in the ash of the fire

A dream beneath the undulating tide

Migrating slowly to the island of your being

I hold the light and dark together in a phosphorescent net

Probe your isle to the DNA crossroads

 

To see the undivided self in the duality of the center

Turn west for the urn of our fathers

 

I come with what you ask for

With egg plumage and moon cast

The transfused glint of dawn

Reigniting your unconscious death

 

I scatter the voltaic magic symbols

In candle wax design on the floor

Fathers look down

Mothers sisters brothers look down

 

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Wolf Prophet

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Timber wolf hails with primordial timbre

From the Akashic record of feelings

The leather bound book of howls

Raises its spine

Leafs flapping

As if a wind were present

Involved in the maturation

Of a full Canis lupus

Moment

Passing through existence

 

Twelve harmonically related overtones

Spread through stiff clear whiskers

Coarse shadows shrinking from the mummified wolf pup

Still dreaming in the cauldron of the raven’s cave

Thoughts entangled with the moons mood

 

And the book spoke through the light of its eyes

“You have been arranged to be just so

To be the next wolf prophet

Returned from the land of outcasts

To make the human understand

His animal human link”

 

“You have burned off your wolf’s bane in rusted barrels

All that was past useful to your essence

To that which now can be finally recognized

At the end of a life time

Full mature moments of the inner tradition

That leave the world behind”

 

It is for you to sink deeper into the disassembled road

Downward into the root animal

Mammalian vertebrae creature with instinctual

Digging into the past of root cellar wisdom

Canis cinders of memory to fertilize the present

The blank white page howls into its emptiness

Find your wolf song again

 

Across the barren

No thoughts but your own

Through the steady sounds

Of unconscious dross cleansed by the rain

 

Illuminated sable beast

Of the empty earth house

Your echo is in our cells

In our veins and the giant ferns

Of our thoughts passing through cloud

 

May the rites of our lycanthropy

Heal the fracture of our lost world

Searching for its image and form

 

Take me with you wolf

Into your borderlands of duality

Spells of your prophetic book still breathe in me

Through the dark loam of my animal voice

Through waves of time repeating itself

In the changeling wrinkle of my skin

Quickening beyond this broken down den

Musk and brine smell of death

Dust rising with all life movement

Taking on the shape of things to come

 

Place of the undone

Tight bundled foliage unwinds to the sun

With sonic runes of transfiguration

Arh wooo to know like you do wolf when it is time

To take in the flowers rapture and red bursting berry

When to avoid the farm, ranches and cities

Sprawling suburbs that displace natural vowels

Sacred space of  our frictionless resonant cavity

Free us to rise like the Sidhe from their mounds at dusk

Like earth prayer communion to secrets of the universe

 

Take me wolf as fellow human animal

Half buried in the earth with my soul fire

Gestating in the womb of constellation Lupus

Birth another dreamer of terra firma

With my ribcage sieve gathering the true nature

Of all that was denied or forgotten

Instinctual places moving within torso

 

So sayth the wolf mirror looking inward

Sonorant book of the non preaching body

Sprouting  new song leaves through the muzzle

Into the knowing gait of soft footed perception

Create and be and disintegrate

Into divine beauty with yearning

To see behind the wind and the green

And what makes the oracle speak

This creation song

 

“Wolf dust storm rises from the moon Arh Woo

Travels its course through the milky way too

Reflect star and sunlight on your way Renew

Enter the marrow of the earth wolf Anew

Quicken the bone white of our eyes Pursue

See through the dark the pack rise Soon

Red Wolf Gray Wolf Timber Wolf Arh Woo

Howl our ancestral songs back to the moon

White Wolf spirit of our origins Woo

Keeping the sacred way alive Arh Woo”

We the People of the Turtle

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Turtle sounded like an amphibious gurgle

Until we grasped its wise prescient rhythm

Penetrating us with its origin-migrating song

And the first and last word is turtle

Which is the world in all its form

 

Turtle swims through the stars

In  spirals of the rotating galaxies

Going inward to center and out to new worlds

 

Light reflecting in the eye of darkness

Color of shimmering Saturn rings

Shell a shield for comets and asteroids

Debris of broken consciousness

Littering the carapace

 

Turtle created the world

And the turtle is the word

And the word comes reverberating

from its shell of divination

Our domed mirror

As we build upon the mirror

Walk upon the mirror

Of the first word

 

In the beginning was turtle

And depending on how you look at the word

You might see the myriad moving things

Desert of tortoise deep under wave turtle

Brackish pond snapping turtle of beauty

Expanding water rings rock the water lilies

With patient wisdom and trust that we keep

Our sacred bond to the turtle beak mandible

That speak the celestial word turtle

Through our innermost lives

 

We who are in covenant

To its nails and snake head

its green dinosaur tale

Creation story bubbling up to the surface

With his breath release between the tin cans

Tires and plastic

 

Aboriginal pilgrim moving slowly through land and sea

Compelling reverence from those who can see turtle

Those who can hear the dance in the moving word

 

No one would dream of eating turtle

But now it is happening

 

Her moon eggs are getting dimmer

Predators claim her savagely

Farmers imprison her as delicacy

 

Turtle who teaches the soul I Ching and the Tao

Turtle who lights the winter campfire stories

To bring relief and instructive sacred knowledge

Mnemonic retelling of wise turtle who is smarter

Than restless empty satisfying of quick needs

Clever enough through the millions of years

To keep rising through our changing forms

 

Turtle of the deep and quiet word

Resonance in its moving meditation

Swims like flying feathers

Crawls with its belly close to our earth

To feel our blood pulse

 

Knows the direction of our wellbeing

Even when we ourselves get lost

In our own cunning

 

Turtle

Word turtles resurrected

Turtle words floating in the divine

That flow out of Egypt and Latin and Iroquois

That carry us into community of bigger lives

The turtle within and without

In the song poetry of this wandering life

We the people of the turtle

Seeking turtle life

 

Hooded Crow Incantation; harbinger of wonder and conjuration

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Hooded crow roosts on my collar bone

Exhales her turquoise fire of life’s blood

Terra’s white smoke spires with stained glass windows

Revealing the split body of the earth

A conjuring “To see inside yourself

Is to see the spinning colors of unseen horizons

A spindle weave across the faded land

looking to thread new life”

Speaks in myriad tongue gesticulates

With long black winged fingers

Swirling air with mantic dirge and affretando

“If you don’t know yourself in life death syncopation

You don’t know the world’s dissolution and animation”

For some I’m a riddle without a sage tarrying in the vaporous

For others I’m the magnitude of another dying age

 

My shoulder blade appendage cast my wing shadows ahead of me

To see my blue metallic existence turn green when looking down

With my aerial vantage to the images of your inner thoughts

“You have thrown your shadows behind you into the cliff face

Hid them in the dark crags where they are buffeted in the winds

of retreat and separation”

“They are broken mirror shards milled in the old human maps

that keep depleting.  Sunk deep into our skeletal underground

Our dead cosmologies compost”

 

This is the remaining moment of my voice

To see your shadow before you

In the poisoned tumult of your inner earth

Puppet theater of a corrupt governing body

 

This is the remaining juncture to take the initiatic descent

Into the ancient backbeat paradox

Of moving backwards to move forward

With indwelling death song lament

Coronach venom to cure the deep cracked tongue

Of the rotted pine box

Leaking its sap wound into your scattered clouds

Deluded consciousness in the thinning mask silhouette

 

Find in yourself a wise fool wanderer without clever answers

Dine in the food hall of earth’s sacred stories

I coo caw rattle and click for you to pick the ripeness beneath the skin

Before it turns in the raucous din

In the coyotes den with bitter herbs to administer

Desert holy clown with juniper eyes and tobacco breath

With half moon ritual of worn rag offerings

To the ragged past and mystery present

In this frozen snake egg of the underworld

Where you can warm and shed the skin cells

Of your underbelly where chaos reins

In the village of old sorrows

In the Bedouin tent flap flapping its dusty rhythm

To the gravity changing its magnetic direction

As the lunar midwife passes your smoke filled rain of insanity

Your comets and burnt out stars

Your hobbled and snared dead deer and seals

Set free with her holy moon

Patient touch sputtering

Through the umbilical the pine resin aflame

Tendrils quickening out of the coffin

With tricksters keeping you from moving too fast

Through the tree of life and its myriad branches

Growing your inner expanding rings

Your poetry fertilizer words for the prairie dogs

To turn the dust storm around

Your nautilus shell utterance

To call forth the altar of primordial memory

Hooded Crow words whispering the stanzas of beauty

Sending starfish drifting through the undulating kelp forest

The blue print of the yearning and sated heart

With its medicinal honey dripping into the extinction

Of outsiders outcasts and healers

Drips into the oceanic garden womb

Reseeding awakening into the terraqueous wisdom

Our indigenous voice and vision in this ice age

Already written inside us in minerals and frost stars

In the salmon script moving up river

In the deities calendar murmuring in your ear

The hooded crow perched outside your door

In Descent You’ll Arrive Ensouled

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The breath turns into a charcoal sketch

Across the dim lit sky of vertical dives

Raven aerial acrobatics unreasonable

Path of desire through the turbulence of our times

Underworld rising with our denial

Air darkened and strained passage over hope

A floating stone in a sea with no salt

 

My scrawling words had to dismantle

Careful logic for the mystery of groundless change

By moonlight allegiances I am bound

Attentive to a ritual life of hunting lost souls

In the alchemy of sticky patience, mud and sweat

Until the ancient calendar break

Us free from the spell of time

 

And butterfly climb the ladder of fern migrating to light

And smeared words come back in mushroom spores

Germinate and grow into new individuals

And the cat cry up into the Fairy full sky

Into my eyes when I’m changing consciousness

In streams in streams we miss so many times

Balancing the tension of shadow bright

In the deific theater of transfiguration

A stage is set with props for the inner myths

Coming alive

 

Sol reveals it was a runaway child of longing

From cold Luna parents with atmospheres

Of undigested grief

 

How Sol passed through the black hole of narrow restrictions

To spiritual maturation unfolding from the inner outward

 

Sol “I remember remembering too much

And found myself returning back in amortization

Before the time when trapped fossils emerged

From Limestone speaking of otherworld’s

Counting zeros above the ones

Each step backward and forward

Adult Child Adult reconnoitered

A consciousness delineated

To know the venerable precise words

Of poetry streaming through

To keep me alive

Transforming me into the other

I would come to know”

 

“I  lived in a dreaming ritual in a rookery of avian spirits

And return to this world wearing plumes of night shade

And turtledove and turkey vultures in love

A nature linguist and art circuit director

Speaking in tree tongue to grow new

Avuncular masses of leaves rattling wind

Groaning branches and penetrating silences

Shamanic composer conducting outward nature

To reveal oneself as the inherited

Ancient with earth parents Ardor and Muse

A woman of moon crater troubles becoming a healer

A child of wanton wild behavior becoming a holy clown

A trickster of poetry rolling into itself

Overlapping lyric to change our character roles

For empathic understanding

We are interwoven stories beholden to interstellar weather”

 

My story is our story

It is the Magpie’s story of how it obtained tail feather sheen

And why the white dove wear’s a black eye patch unseen

 

“I brought all the ashes of fixed ideas in with their premade urns

Laid them to rest at every funeral

For everything in life is created for change with the deepening”

 

Into the silence of solitude, wilderness and insight

Gestate wisdom until silence find itself alone again

With three sisters; Consecration, Blessing and Reciprocity

 

I spiral home adorned in a cultivated headdress of my painted oracles

I speak through the gateway to all heavens and hells

A sovereign feathered creature you faintly recognize

As one of your own

 

I no longer whisper here and there

As the “I” in me has taken the hard earned path

To know both substance and passing phenomena

Serpentine spaces where the divine is made

Translucent like Indian corn

 

Where owl, jaguar and spider thoughts

Come together

Like gold kernels rolling in divination

Unveiling the path of soul wandering for all

 

Eye see your drifting in the collective unconscious

And medicine chant across your constellations

 

With calling song I lure you into the evergreen forest and sing Heya Ho

Follow the pathway of deep connections

I fly around into your name with all your vowels

And syllables vibrating with a healers chant

Hi Ya Hey into your emotional heart dimensions

Take my birch spirit into your garden of sorrow Hoka Hey grow

Take my spirit bear in with growling sound

Rumbling fears resound routing fear routing

Hiya Hey Hoka Hey go through the earth into your dark hole

With your featherless body without your tight hold

Vulnerable body into the earth apprentice

To the spirit world, vast, beautiful and wild

Watch the hidden shadow subterranean

Silver turning gray in your thoughts out loud

Hoka Hey Hiya Hey

This is the doorman knocking the drum

Getting in getting in while you’re still there

Gatekeeper jumps into the circle you dug

Take this torch to your incubating soul

I give my hand to your calendar wheel

Roll my chant to your rising stance

With my Hoka Hey obsidian knife to cut you free

From rotted roots with smoky song Hoka Hey

I paint you ethereal rising from your grave

With higher octave lighting your way Hiya HiYa hiYa Hey

 

Hoo Hoo with blue stone pigment and pumice

Sculpting the texture clawing the rough

For the troubled man still there in uncultivated bog

Ancestors flailing within his modern thoughts

With his unmade harp to sing with eagle

On snow capped peaks of unlived lives

 

I remove you from your body away

To live as a branch in our rookery tree

Until  your wavering falling leaves turn dry

Rustle home to be buried into the earth

In descent you’ll arise ensouled with my Hiya Ho

And your own song rustling rustles home

With rhythmic stories of our treetop sojourns with falling stars

“Bowls of moon water were served

In rooms of one another

We quenched our need with renewable light

Solar flare Hiya Hey! reverence for life!”

 

Wilderness of the Holy Heart

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And what news of community brother and sister?

Has the one handed King sacrificed for the fertility of the land

Well being of the people

Buried hand that emanates from the otherworld

So we might see into the hand of our own work

And read the inner life lines

To be at our center for centering

And hear the Sidhe speak through the moss oak hollow

Through wasp, ant and worm into the underworld

Of death angels in rhythmic transfiguration’s

Of separation and union smelted into the embryonic infinity loop

Beginning and ending as one evanescent truth

Remembered and forgotten in our blueprints of being

Sleeping through the umbilical of earth mother

And star father schisms on the dark side of the moon

Where space and time was colonized by polarities

In the coronal holes of our honeyed amber reflections

Life becomes a miming of what once was

And now plains of the Serengeti hunting for its animal feeling

In the fragmented magnetic north

The lost bird sound in the deforestation of the mind

Our dark god heaving more ice into the sea

Dismembering continents retracting consciousness

Seeing hearing only what we want to see and hear

Beyond the last acre of silence

The shamans cone hive droning

With feral hermit sounds

With serpent eggs for eyes

Reflecting the ancient calendar wheel

Between two thunderclouds

The ossified bone of our lost lives sinks deeper

Into the microbes of the spirit of corn

Still present in the decomposition

The spirit of our indigenous hands

Tattooed with the spirit of jaguar

With wet ayahuasca vine

Reflecting in its eye

Stalking the golden pollen trails

Of our kinship and veneration with nature

Our oracular vision arising from our ancient future

Into the wilderness of the holy heart

Serving the Grail

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Serving the Grail

 

I wait for you as a dreaming blue coyote outside your door

I crack you open with my heaving shimmering summons

Yipping my polyphonic fervor into your telluric fever

Into the cacophony of your alluvial soul

I bring scraps of medicinal words for your dying times

I yip yap my staccato howl

From the grit and grist of the desert you created

Singing into your cave a mellifluous body attunement

May your animal body flourish

With the sounds of creation

The ninety six Sanskrit words for love.

The lost language of raven mantras

The courtship invocation for rain

As second skin to the desert

With my solar breath tendrils in the cavern

Of your darkening skull

With my inner pulsars in your lung

Animating the extinct large cranes of consciousness

Across the tectonic fault lines

Of babble seeking more of itself

Piercing the sleeping veil of sated illusions with alarm calls

Your dark God solvent filling the dusk horizon with sleepless ghosts

Hollow instruments devouring the world

In omega dissolution

I wait like a man with eagle feathered arms

Doing the internal eternal dance

Crying my primeval terraqueous beauty

To crack open your “I” into “we”

Filled with dead friends  and animal deities

Disinterred blood brothers in forced migration

To live inside the other

To live inside the earth

To live inside the Grail

Like four sheep in the belly of a green field

Green field in the belly of the herd

Four crows inside the head of an oak

Waiting for the mollusk moon

To feed your pensive mood

To extract the clever toxins of inflated power

In your center vertex the self takes root and flowering heights

I hurtle like a foliated bell through realities

With your sonic heart beats

Listen how to grow from the composted earth

Replant your corn ears to the ground

Harvest the jeweled multifaceted being inside you