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They call me healer
The call me shaman
I know the power of Action
And how to mantain the right distance
from the flowing of the events
I was born in the Age of Gold and Light
I seeded gardens of amaranth
Hearts of earth, moon and sun
Fragments of spirit, soul and body
In the Age of Silver,
A time in which woods were temples
And sources were sanctuaries,
I was Llyr, a noble horse running
In the sacred forest of Scarborough
In the Age of Bronze, I was a mountain,
The unreachable peak of Elldamaar
Marches of warriors on my rock,
Songs of maids on my meadows
Before being a peak I was the abyss
Before being light I was darkness and chaos
Testing my limits and fears
I restored to health
And I connected to the Essence
Now I know what Grace is.
I was Quintaluna,
the drum of a talented healer
I diffused vibrations of sound and life
As I am the channel through which the subtle energy flows
Vibe
Singing
Verb
I was Klepsydra, source that filters
and purifies
I gave new birth to the ones who looked for catharsis
In my waters
I was Borea the wind
Whisper
Breath
Prana
Inspirer of the pilgrims who set on ancient rocks
wisely and patiently waiting
to Learn life teachings from arcane stories
I was Evnyssien,
Shining and Ancient,
Bringer of the energy of Nature the Queen,
Living mirror of the cosmos
Who owns power inside her/him
Manages power outside
Who is a cure for her/himself
Is a remedy for the others
Who is able to keep the balance among
the elements composing her/his body
Spreads harmony all around
Now I know
The nature of the vibrations
produced by my instrument
And I tune what is dissonant
I turn into music what is noise
I transform into light the thick fog
I am Siqillat,
The shaman,
Door of self-counsciousness and strength
I survived to the hard proof,
A Sudden and bad illness,
Using it to grow and belong
The shell has broken up
The appearance has vanished
I am free
As the poison as turned into a remedy
That flows from the deep roots up to the top of the branches
And spreads out.
Here and Now
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