The head of beautiful woman
the body of a large bird
resplendent long hair, piercing eyes
dwells in a hidden, magical paradise
she’s knowledge, wisdom. prophecy
sings hymns, divine and magical
mesmerizes with her enchanting voice
she’s all-seeing and all-knowing
sees into the future, foretells future events
she’s the messenger of the Slavic gods
immortalized in stories and legends
Gamayun the seer, the wise, the beautiful.
Bob Boyd
Beautiful, benevolent Slavic goddess
spinner of golden thread
spinner of destinies
offerings of bread, honey and flowers
petitions of prayers and rituals
might invoke her to change your fate.
Bob Boyd
The hum of a small motor
the bubbling of water
the purification by a filter
the heat of a heater
all helping to keep fish
alive in an aquarium.
Bob Boyd
If you’re in a Slavic country
and you’re a man or a pregnant woman
beware of bodies of water,
for the rusalki lurk there
irresistibly beautiful maidens
singing that lures you into the water
if your a man and you fall prey
to an alluringly beautiful Rusalka,
she drowns you to death
if your a pregnant women and you
stray to close to the water, she kills you
and kidnaps your unborn child
beware, beware, of the rusalki.
Bob Boyd
First everything is breathtakingly wonderful
you can’t stop thinking about her
you can’t get those thoughts of her out of your mind
you never imagined love could be like this
it has exceeded your every expectation
but, alas, at some point later
when the newness begins to wear off
when darkness creeps out of her soul and yours
everything begins to turn sour
and if married, you might find yourselves
in a divorce court hating each other
your fault or hers for the dissolution
of the once sweet relationship
pity how this scenario plays over and over
blessed or lucky are those
whose relationships never seem to sour.
Bob Boyd
The concept of tulpas originated in Tibet
by magicians and monks
supposedly with your mind and your imagination
you could create real beings
separate from you with thoughts and astral
lives of their own
practitioners of the occult did the same, except
they called them thought-forms
I once read of a black magic magician who
called them familiars
and according to what I read on a Buddhist site,
quoted below
tulpas and thought forms sometimes run away.
Bob Boyd
“Once the tulpa is endowed with enough vitality to be capable of playing the part of a real being, it tends to free itself from its maker’s control . . . . Tibetan magicians also relate cases in which the tulpa is sent to fulfill a mission, but does not come back and pursues its peregrinations as a half-conscious, dangerously mischievous puppet.
The same thing, it is said, may happen when the maker of the tulpa dies before having dissolved it.”
I’m not kidding
I’m serious
in these modern day times
many people believe in fairies
you can read their accounts
on websites
you can hear their testimonies
on YouTube
are they all lying?
are they all deluded?
or maybe a collective belief
birthed fairies into existence
consider the Tibetan tulpas
consider the Philip Experiment.
Bob Boyd
He led a troubled life
always in trouble
always getting into fights
until as an older man
still getting into fights
he got into one that
killed him temporarily
upon the exam table
in the emergency room
he died and went to hell
returned to life terrified
turned his life around
became a church preacher.
Bob Boyd
If ever you’re in the highlands of Scotland
beware the roaming hellhound, Cu-Sith
if God forbid you see this hellhound
a spirit big as a bull, death unleashed
his bark thunderous as lightning
if you hear that thunderous bark 3 times
know those will be your death knells
your eyes will never see this world again.
Bob Boyd
He said he’d seen the invisible realm
bragged he talked to the fae there
said he was the master of them
puppets for his occasional play
claimed he stopped the keening
of many a wailing banshee
the fae came for him one day
offended by his lies about them
took him to the deathless world
tore his lying soul from his body
now he wanders soulless forever
and weeping in their invisible realm.
Bob Boyd