I just oh so late learned of Kala/ Ix'chel Neve's
passing
My heart is drowning in tears
My eyes search for her blessing
https://om2317.wordpress.com/2013/07/06/enchanting-for-kala-snowflower/
My heart is drowning in tears
My eyes search for her blessing
https://om2317.wordpress.com/2013/07/06/enchanting-for-kala-snowflower/
Nuit Report: weekly astrology Feb 27-Mar 6: Full Moon in Virgo. Matters of "Ultimate Concern".
I dedicate this Nuit Report to the memory
of Ix'chel Neve. A bright beacon of Love and Light in this world, who continues
to open hearts and inspire even as she has transitioned to the other side. A
free spirit, poet, and Sister who's openness and shared experience has been
unutterably beautiful. We have collectively received a great gift in her, just
by her existence on this plane, and she will be terribly missed by many.
This week we have several aspects and events that invite us to strongly consider matters of “Ultimate Concern”. Venus makes strong contacts with the ongoing (and culminating) Uranus-Pluto square. We are called to ask ourselves what it is that we truly value—what will matter in the end when we question the meaning of our lives? Do we live in a manner that aligns us with what we truly hold with love, beauty, and value?
The Full Moon at 14 degrees Virgo conjuncts Black Moon Lilith thurs March 5. This asks us to become integrated (or into integrity) with our passion, instincts and sexuality, connecting it with our sense of spirituality, love, and intelligence. We are invited to be more whole, more free. Why are we alive? If today was the last day, what would you most want to make sure that you did? Said? Felt? Loved? Experienced?
“Do not be afraid.
The God is passionate.
The Goddess compassionate.
In Death prepare to live again
Come Spring."
excerpt from "Change"Ix'chel Jaguar, October 2014. (C. 2014 , Michelle Neve)”
This week we have several aspects and events that invite us to strongly consider matters of “Ultimate Concern”. Venus makes strong contacts with the ongoing (and culminating) Uranus-Pluto square. We are called to ask ourselves what it is that we truly value—what will matter in the end when we question the meaning of our lives? Do we live in a manner that aligns us with what we truly hold with love, beauty, and value?
The Full Moon at 14 degrees Virgo conjuncts Black Moon Lilith thurs March 5. This asks us to become integrated (or into integrity) with our passion, instincts and sexuality, connecting it with our sense of spirituality, love, and intelligence. We are invited to be more whole, more free. Why are we alive? If today was the last day, what would you most want to make sure that you did? Said? Felt? Loved? Experienced?
“Do not be afraid.
The God is passionate.
The Goddess compassionate.
In Death prepare to live again
Come Spring."
excerpt from "Change"Ix'chel Jaguar, October 2014. (C. 2014 , Michelle Neve)”
Michelle wrote poetry for over 40 years
starting at the age of 7. She left 17 books in digital form spanning the years
from 1997-2014 (as well as more in handwritten form). Here are selections from
some her many poems. As of this writing her books are being edited and will be
self-published in the early summer."
http://michelleneve.net/poetry/
http://michelleneve.net/poetry/
Kala Joy
reading Poetry at Beards of Valenccio - Aug 2013
Published on Mar 4, 2015
Kala Joy Neve (aka Ix'chel Jaguar) reading her
own poetry at the Beards of Valenccio Art Salon on Aug 16, 2013. The 3 pieces
she reads are In the Center, Wasp Dreams, and Cancer.
Directions from
dreamtime:
Go
to the same address
then
down 1,000 stories.
Going
back to the Beginning
before
the beginning
when
Nothing had a name
but
everything had voices
for
singing,
stumble
upon a boy
alone
in the forest
playing
guitar
revealing
such intimacies
you
can only
watch
sideways
hidden
among leaves
as
the music
takes
you into
his
whole.
Then
run
deeper
and through a violet door
between
pine and stripped oak
and
enter a gingerbread house
of
lovers no longer in cages
where
at birth they were welcomed
by
a witch so hungry to eat
sweet
innocence
but
children can be tricky
so
for thirty years
she's
been slow cooking
on
the flame
and
the children are grown now
yet
linger among the cookie crumbs,
holding
hands, awaiting
the
main course
and
dancing circles
around
the oven.
Then
open the door slowly
and
enter through
the
hot embers,
clinging
to your robes,
your
conical hat burning away.
Skin
and fat bubble
and
burst, juices flow,
basted
in your blood
made
savory.
Through
particalized eyes
watch
as the Children
of
Light wipe you from
their
lips with kisses.
Back
again
to
the beginning.
There
was a flute
and
a mermaid playing
and
her lover praising
her
Beauty.
And
everyone took turns
sitting
on a golden ball
that
bloomed petals
while
each Buddha beamed
and
miles away
a
single voice
balanced
on a precipice
not
realizing
he
was smiling
as
he fell over the edge
scattering
coins.
(c) Kala Snowflower
Kala Joy Neve (aka Ix'chel Jaguar) reading her
own poetry at the Beards of Valenccio Art Salon on Aug 16, 2013. The 3 pieces
she reads are In the Center, Wasp Dreams, and Cancer.
Go to the same address
then down 1,000 stories.
Going back to the Beginning
before the beginning
when Nothing had a name
but everything had voices
for singing,
stumble upon a boy
alone in the forest
playing guitar
revealing such intimacies
you can only
watch sideways
hidden among leaves
as the music
takes you into
his whole.
Then run
deeper and through a violet door
between pine and stripped oak
and enter a gingerbread house
of lovers no longer in cages
where at birth they were welcomed
by a witch so hungry to eat
sweet innocence
but children can be tricky
so for thirty years
she's been slow cooking
on the flame
and the children are grown now
yet linger among the cookie crumbs,
holding hands, awaiting
the main course
and dancing circles
around the oven.
Then open the door slowly
and enter through
the hot embers,
clinging to your robes,
your conical hat burning away.
Skin and fat bubble
and burst, juices flow,
basted in your blood
made savory.
Through particalized eyes
watch as the Children
of Light wipe you from
their lips with kisses.
Back again
to the beginning.
There was a flute
and a mermaid playing
and her lover praising
her Beauty.
And everyone took turns
sitting on a golden ball
that bloomed petals
while each Buddha beamed
and miles away
a single voice
balanced on a precipice
not realizing
he was smiling
as he fell over the edge
scattering coins.
(c) Kala Snowflower