"THE RAVEN"

When I first read this famous poem by
Edgar Allan Poe, I was stricken with sadness...,
and the word "Nevermore" stayed within my mind
 like a cruel virus, destroying my hopes and dreams....
then came the transition of the Beloved, and the 

constant visits of the "grim, ungainly,
ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore",
 repeating over and over the years the same

fatal word "Nevermore".......

Well, when he departed from this Earth.....
suddenly, so suddenly....

the awful cry of the Raven became a reality!  

Daniel John Pitre

But fourty-six years went by - and as I gained
knowledge and wisdom,

as well as direct experiences with the occult
yet ever present Plutonian energies,
I felt inclined to review the poem and update 

according to my new vision of reality,
 giving my personal testimony of Life Abundant,
Love Eternal, and Light Supernal.

This is what Love can do to us -
 transform our views as well as our reality -
create new possibilities - establish new paradigms

of thoughts - since our mind is a continuum
of energy and it cognizes....

Thus, I got the courage to paraphrase
this brilliant poet, asking the loving-kindness
 of my readers  for this poetic attempt.

THE RAVEN - BY EDGAR ALLAN POE  

       (Paraphrased by Tania Belfort)   

Once upon a midnight dreary, 

while I pondered, weak and weary, 

Over many a quaint and curious
 volume of forgotten lore— 

    While I nodded, nearly napping,
 suddenly there came a tapping, 

As of some one gently rapping, 
rapping at my chamber door. 

“’It is some visitor,” I muttered,
 “tapping at my chamber door— 

 Only this and nothing more.” 

    Ah, distinctly I remember 
it was in the bleak September; 

And each separate dying ember
 wrought its ghost upon the floor. 

    Eagerly I wished the morrow;
—vainly I had sought to borrow 

    From my books surcease of sorrow
—sorrow for the lost Daniel— 

For the rare, radiant and brave page
 whom the angels name Daniel— 

   Nameless here for evermore. 

    And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling
 of each purple curtain thrilled me -
Filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; 

    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, 
I stood repeating: “’It is some visitor 
entreating entrance at my chamber door— 

Some late visitor entreating entrance 
at my chamber door;— 

This it is and nothing more.” 

    Presently my soul grew stronger;
 hesitating then no longer, 

“Sir,” said I, “or Friend, 
truly your forgiveness I implore; 

    But the fact is I was napping, 
and so gently you came rapping, 

    And so faintly you came tapping,
 tapping at my chamber door, 

That I scarce was sure I heard you”—
here I opened wide the door;— 
Darkness there and nothing more. 

    Deep into that darkness peering, 
long I stood there wondering, fearing, 

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal 
ever dared to dream before; 

    But the silence was unbroken, 
and the stillness gave no token, 

    And the only word there spoken
 was the whispered word, “Daniel?” 

This I whispered, and an echo murmured
 back the word, “Daniel!”—
    Merely this and nothing more. 

    Back into the chamber turning, 
all my soul within me burning, 

Soon again I heard a tapping 
somewhat louder than before. 

    “Surely,” said I, “surely that is 
something at my window lattice; 

      Let me see, then, what is there, 
and this mystery explore— 

Let my heart be still a moment 
and this mystery explore;— 

    It´s the wind and nothing more!” 

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, 
with many a flirt and flutter, 

In there stepped a stately Raven 
of the saintly days of yore; 

    Not the least obeisance made he; 
    not a minute stopped or stayed he; 

    But, with mien of lord or kin,
 perched above my chamber door— 

Perched upon a bust of Pallas Athena
just above my chamber door— 

  Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 

Then this ebony bird beguiling 
my sad fancy into smiling, 

By the grave and stern decorum 
of the countenance it wore, 

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven,
 thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, 

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven 
wandering from the Nightly shore— 

Tell me what thy lordly name 
is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” 

          Said the Raven “Forevermore.” 

    Much I marvelled this ungainly
 fowl to hear discourse so plainly, 

Though its answer little meaning—
little relevancy bore; 

    For we cannot help agreeing
 that no living human being 

    Ever yet was blessed with 
seeing bird above his chamber door— 

Bird or angel upon the sculptured
 bust above his chamber door, 

 With such name as “Forevermore.” 

    But the Raven, sitting lonely 
on the placid bust, spoke only 

That one word, as if his soul 
in that one word he did outpour. 

    Nothing farther then he uttered—
not a feather then he fluttered— 

    Till I scarcely more than muttered 
“Other friends have flown before— 

On the morrow he will leave me, 
as my Hopes have flown before.” 

 Then the bird said “Forevermore.” 

    Startled at the stillness broken 
by reply so aptly spoken, 

“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters 
is its only stock and store 

    Caught from some happy master
 whom merciful disaster 

    Followed fast and followed faster 
till his songs one burden bore— 

Till the dirges of his Hope 
that melancholy burden bore 

     Of ‘Ever - forevermore’.” 

    But the Raven still transforming
 all my fancy into smiling; 

Straight I wheeled a cushioned 
seat in front of the bird, bust and door; 

    Then, upon the velvet sinking, 
I betook myself to linking 

    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what
 this familiar bird of yore— 

What this firm, gainly, lovingly, 
gauzy, and auspicious bird of yore 

  Meant in whispering “Forevermore”. 

    Then I sat engaged in guessing, 
but no syllable expressing 

To the bird whose fiery eyes 
now burned into my bosom’s core; 

    This and more I sat divining, 
with my head at ease reclining 

    On the cushion’s velvet lining
 that the lamp-light gloated over, 

But whose velvet-violet mouth´ 
lining with lamps lighting over, 

He shall insist: ah - Forevermore! 

    Then, I thought, the air grew denser, 
perfumed from an unseen incense 

Swung by a Seraphim whose foot-falls
 tinkled on the tufted floor. 

    “My love,” I cried, “thy God hath sent thee—
by these angels He hath sent thee 

    May I rest my heart now –
 and stay in Peace, living by thy memories, 
oh Daniel! 

Let me drink this heavenly amrita 
and forget not my sweetheart!” 

    Said the Raven “Forevermore.” 

    “Prophet!” said I, “your eyes have 
the flame from heavens! Bird or angel!— 

Whether a dweller sent you, 
or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, 

    Desolate yet all undaunted, 
but making this desert land enchanted— 

    On this home by Sadness stricken—
tell me truly, I implore— 

“Is there life and balm in Heaven above?”
 With a triumphant cry,

  Said the Raven “Forevermore.” 

   
 “Prophet!” said I, “Bird of Wisdom —
prophet still, if bird or deva! 

By that Heaven that bends above us—
by that God we both adore— 

    Tell this soul with sorrow laden, 
 if within the distant firmament, 

    It shall host a sainted and holy page
 whom the angels named Daniel— 

Embrace this rare and radiant page 
whom the angels named Daniel.” 

Said the Raven “Forevermore.” 

   
 “May this word be your sign of parting,
 bird or friend!” I cried, shaken by grief - 

“Return to your distant starry lands
 in the Night’s Plutonian shore! 

    Leave me a black plume as a token of that 
promise  thy soul hath spoken! 

    Leave my solitude unbroken! –
 detach from the bust above my door! 

Kiss with thy beak my broken heart, 
and leave thy form within my memory!” 

     Said the Raven “Forevermore.” 

    
And the Raven, never moving,
 still is sitting, still is sitting 

On the pallid bust of Pallas
 just above my chamber door; 

    And his eyes have all the seeming
 of a deva that is dreaming, 

    And the lamp-light over him streaming 
throws his shadow on the floor; 

And my soul restored from the light 
that shines in the room 
someday shall be lifted—
Forevermore!

 

For Beloved DANIEL, on your birthday
May 31, 2016      

   

  

   

   

    

    

  

   

    

                                       

MOMENTS OF RAPTURE

MOMENTS OF RAPTURE

(Paraphrasing Marianne Williamsom)

 FOR MY BELOVED BROTHER - M.SC.

  

“A quickening pulse, an open door…

A mystery now beckons us.

It whispers: ‘Fly forth free.

Recast your shame and now be proud.’

Who, you wonder, whispers thus?

Who, indeed, is there, and know me well,

Behind the door?”

It matters and it does not, who It is,

It is living, Soft, Fierce.

It waits us, the appointed time

Five o´clock in the morning…

He comes now. Softly, gently,

Like a lover, which He is.

He knows each hair and secret,

Every butterfly and tortured cry.

Quantum physics is child´s play to Him;

But your slightest pain is more important.

You are not who you think you are….

You are not your past, you are not your present

You are not bound by any stupid projections.

You are at least as smart as He is….

GOD sent me. GODDESS sent me.

I don´t hate you honey…..

what an amazing drama,

to blast away the one who knows,

the one who cares,

the one who loves.

And yet that´s what we do,

We have not stopped,

So, You can´t go back.....

Be aware of what happened while you are here.

The way we blew it then,

We may blow it now,

In fact, we may blow it constantly…

For over and over we have lied,

We have stolen, we have hurt,

We have killed......

And yet, there are those gentle winds.

They form a wave of love´s resistance,

The invitation to be reborn,

To find that man behind the door,

To find His arms,

To see His eyes.

He doesn´t look like anyone.

He doesn´t look like us.

And yet, He is. He is us.

The whole thing.

The big picture. The new, the old.

The answer. The hope.

And you don´t have to join a religion.

You don´t have to believe in Him.

You don´t have to believe what I say.

You can do whatever you want.

But He is here, with us.

And He has power

As you have desire

To set you free. 

He´s going to fulfil your aspirations.

It´s happening already….

Your feathers are changing,

Your head is dancing,

Your eyes are seeing more than they used to see…

Admit it, friend.

Your mind is blown.

He blew some bubbles into your brain.

Believe me.  He did it.

I saw when He did it.

When I saw Him first

I couldn´t stand it, just as

I can´t stand sleepless nights

Like tonight…

Now, when I saw you again

On the end of my bed,

Listening, reciting an old mantra

And falling sleep

Almost on my lap.

I caressed your tired face

And long dark hair

But you did not see me

How could you look at me

Since you were on rapture with Him?

Now, I see you and I see Him everywhere –

Together….

And so you are trying

to catch up with His speed…

He is bursting forth,

And so are you,

But there isn´t a race going on…

Finally you run side by side

With Him.

You have a mother. I knew that.

She is beautiful in ways so sweet.

But she is not the kind we often see.

She fusses at you and she fixes us.

You thought maybe that we don´t need fixing?

Oh, please, let our tears flow down…

And that´s the beauty of the current day,

A special Gemini day, with the Mother energies

Within your Corpus Christi….

They planned to remodel us.

They told me so.

They told a trillion others too,

In case you think my ears are special.

I know however that they will not,

For soon they will be unplugged

And will no longer be able to manipulate us

as they used to do.

Now I hear music.

Yours and mine.

We climb a staircase.

At the top of the stairs is a small room.

He opens the door and says to us:

Stay here!

I will be back.

I will bring you gifts.

 Try them out in here.

And when you leave,

You will head back down.

Let´s wear our new clothes,

Take our gifts and share...

They will never know we had such fun…

We will wait until their moment comes ...

and then -  have fun together.

This is a great vision!  

It will be a total party!

A total party.

That´s the universe.

That is the joke.

A total party.

A total joy.

Let us praise the Lord!

For our reign is over.
Our dream of power is over. 

We have done enough damage.

Our Prince has come.

And now, let´s talk about her….
WHO WAS SHE?

You ask me: "Who do you mean….

That slut?"

How do you dare call her that?

You kissed her on her mouth

You did…

you embraced her with love

yes, you did….

You want to embrace her still,

Yes, you do..

And you think her charms were good,

Her kisses sweet but

Something went wrong and now

You can´t stand her memory….

You don´t know what really happened

I will try to understand you….why?

She saw it all.

She knew it all.

She put oil in your body.

She kissed your hands.

Dear son, come.

Hide no more.

Run no more.

Seek no more.

Cry no more.

Hit no more.

Yearn no more.

Prove no more.

Destroy no more.

Defend no more.

Attack no more.

And now, relax,

I am here.

Come here.

Lay down on my lap,

Sleep if you can´t help it.

I am here

Very close

Here…..

Let me caress and heal you

As a good mother would.

Trust me…..relax now.

He is in front of that door

In front of you.

He is behind that door

That door behind you

He is the door.

Enter through Him.

For He is.

AMEN