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Sacred Dance
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all Israel brought up the ark of the covenant of the LORD
with shouting, and with sound of the horn, with trumpets,
with loud-sounding cymbals, with harps and lyres.
It happened when the ark of the covenant of the LORD
came to the city of David, that Michal the daughter of Saul
looked out of the window and saw
- 1 Chronicles 15:28 & 15:29
A huge bull-man with a fire inside him
- Dr. Frank Tifus
The Phoenicians and The Mayan
my heart
I’m on fire
- Twenty One Pilots
Tear In My Heart
During the erotic dance ritual,
the priestess would actually
become the Goddess
in all Her glory.
According to the ancient texts,
during the erotic dance ritual
the priestesses would achieve visionary orgasm
in which
great truths were revealed.
- https://www.teenwitch.com/MAGIC/EROTDANC.HTM
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The assembled throng of gnomes again began to hum a droning dirge as the sacred drums continued their relentless rhythm. The blue priestess danced ever more fervently before the golden cauldron. Eight strong gnome priests shared its weight between them on two long staves borne upon their shoulders, their skin coated in a blue paste in the same manner as the priestess. Louis was puzzled by the blue paste. What is its purpose? A metallic ringing sounded from the cauldron as a gnome priest struck the cauldron’s lid with an oversized mallet.
TAAANNNGGG!
A cloud of smoke puffed up from a circular opening in the center of the lid, followed by a swarm of angry, glowing embers. A younger Louis would have smirked in disbelief at the thought of djinn or as they are known to Europeans and their cultural descendants, genies. But when the smoke writhed as if alive and then settled like a mist, enveloping the Ark, its bearers, and all in its proximity wholly in its incense, Louis merely smiled wistful with wisdom derived from direct experience. Tendrils of the heavenly scent tickled Louis’ olfactory sense, triggering memories of a moment long past. He remembered that sweet stench. He would always remember. Always. How could he forget her? His mind began to drift sideways.
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reality twisted...
- A.E. Von Vogt
Earth Factor
I arrived back in the present
and, in image and reality,
I became
- Simon Buxton
The Shamanic Way of the Bee
a serpent climbing and twisting
through the branches of a tree.
Her body swaying
- Simon Buxton
The Shamanic Way of the Bee
like a flame in a slow dance, baby
You’re driving me crazy
Come on, little honey
Come on now
Fire
Smoke, she is a rising fire, yeah
Smoke on the horizon
- The Cult
Fire Woman
Now, the flames are burning.
Now, something is happening.
- The Very Best
Warm Heart of Africa
My heart’s aflame
- TV on the Radio
Wolf Like Me
a drum keeping time
- Beck
Heart is a Drum
The beating of a million drums
- Justice
Civilization
boom, boom, boom
- Peter Gabriel
Solsbury Hill
Boom boom boom,
boom boom boom
- X Ambassadors
Boom
A Fugue is a composition founded upon one subject,
announced at first in one part alone,
and subsequently imitated by all the other parts in turn,
according to certain general principles to be hereafter explained.
The name is derived from the Latin word fuga, a flight
- www.etymonline.com/?search=fugue
Whenever the cloud lifted and moved,
the people of Israel journeyed onward, following it.
But if the cloud stayed, they stayed until it moved.
The cloud rested upon the Tabernacle during the daytime,
and at night there was fire in the cloud
so that all the people of Israel could see it.
This continued throughout all their journeys.
- The Living Bible
The end of Exodus
The historical basis of this account is doubtless
found in the frequently mentioned custom
of carrying fire before an army on the march,
so that the route might be indicated by day
by the rising smoke and after nightfall by the light.
When Alexander was marching through Babylonia and Susiana
he gave the signal for his army to set out, not by trumpet,
but by means of a long pole fastened above the chief tent,
on which a fire burned by night,
and from which smoke rose by day (Curtius, v. 2. 7).
Thrasybulus, leading home banished men through untrodden regions,
was preceded at night by a fire
(compare Clement of Alexandria, "Stromata," ed. Colon, i. 348).
In Arabia to-day iron vessels filled with burning wood
are carried on long poles at the heads of caravans
(compare Harmer, "Beobachtungen," i. 348; Pococke, in "Morgenland," ii. 51).
Since Yhwh is Israel's leader, and clouds and fire signify His presence
(Ex. Iii. 2, xix. 9), smoke and fire are transformed
into cloud and firelight.
- Jewish Encyclopedia 1906
After humans had learned to respect fire's destructive nature
and to enjoy the benefits of harnessing its power,
but before they had learned how to create fire,
they were forced to find a means
to transport the fire as they travelled.
Humans at this stage were nomadic or semi-nomadic,
and fire had to be transported during tribal/family migrations.
Fire, of course, also had to be transported back
to the temporary hearth from the site of its harvesting,
from a wildfire caused by a lightning strike
or from a nearby volcano.
At first, sticks or crude torches were used,
but the persons tasked with the sacred duty
quickly realized the need for a environment-resistant container.
Animal and human skulls caked in earth
evolved into pottery and the first primitive metal cauldrons.
The technological prowess required to create these artifacts,
combined with their multi-purpose functionality,
resulted in these items becoming
the tribe's most treasured possession.
Within it, they carried their god,
the bringer of life and death,
the son of the sun.
- Professor Thomas Mal’Akh’I
Private interview with W. H. Kidder 5/5/2005
Parfitt, 63, is a professor at the University of London's prestigious school
of Oriental and African Studies. His new book, The Lost Ark of the Covenant:
Solving the 2,500 Year Mystery of the Fabled Biblical Ark (HarperOne)
along with a History Channel special scheduled for March 2
would appear to risk a fine academic reputation
on what might be called a shaggy Ark story.
But the professor has been right before,
and his Ark fixation stems from his greatest coup.
In the 1980s Parfitt lived with a Southern African clan
called the Lemba,
who claimed to be a lost tribe of Israel.
Colleagues laughed at him for backing the claim;
in 1999, a genetic marker specific
to descendents of Judaism's Temple priests (cohens)
was found to appear as frequently among the Lemba's priestly caste
as in Jews named Cohen.
The Lemba – and Parfitt – made global news.
Parfitt started wondering about another aspect
of the Lemba's now-credible oral history:
a drumlike obgect called the ngoma lungundu.
The ngoma, according to the Lemba, was near-divine,
used to store ritual objects, and borne on poles inserted into rings.
It was too holy to touch the ground
or be touched by non-priests,
and it emitted a "fire of God"
that killed enemies and, occasionally, Lemba.
- David Van Biema
www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1715337,00.html
Gonna need a spark to ignite
- Fallout Boy
My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark
the fuse
You think it’s fictional?
Mystical? Maybe.
Spiritual
Hero who appears in you
like a phoenix
- Fallout Boy
The Phoenix
aflame
- TV on the Radio
Wolf Like Me
whose wings beat
- Blue Oyster Cult
The Old Gods Return
with everyone
Going beat, beat, beat,
- Beck
Heart is a Drum
boom, boom, boom
- Peter Gabriel
Solsbury Hill
The beating of a million drums
The fire
- Justice
Civiliziation
that burns in the all-seeing eye…
- Justice
Civilization
The mother of a million sons
- Justice
Civilization
a hundred million golden sparks
- Simon Buxton
The Shamanic Way of the Bee
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The smoke danced in the air around him like angels dancing to ethereal music. Louis couldn’t help but dance along. The gnome priests shifted in and out of the smokey tendrils, twirling and spinning through the swirling mist. Their movements were hazily familiar, and Louis struggled to remember where he had seen them. Then he did. This was the scene depicted in the rock art Apa Apa had shown him. Louis wished he had understood more of what the elder had tried to teach him. The gnome had struggled desperately to educate him, but the language barrier had prohibited the transmission of any detailed information. Basic words, symbols, pantomime and the resultant need for mental acuity had led to some intriguing hints. Now, in Louis’ imagination, those hints were seeds planted in his mind that had sprouted, grown, and now had begun to bear fruit not like that produced by the real burning bush. Science and magic embraced in his mind, coquettishly, hiding their tryst lest either be accused of betraying their own nature.
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Now, something is happening.
- The Very Best
Warm Heart of Africa
This must be a strange deception
By celestial intervention
Leavin’ me the recollection
Of your heavenly
- Eurythmics (& Stevie Wonder)
There must be an angel
name,
Miss Honey
let's go
up in flames
- Missio
Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea
We realize it was a prophecy
Yeah the old gods laugh, it amuses them
The old gods laugh
- Blue Oyster Cult
The Old Gods Return
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