Dance Dance

Fire twirling in His hands
He dances life into these lands
Water falling from His hair
The song of life flows through the air

Dance dance
Dancing life into these lands
Dance dance
The song of life flows through these hands

She is veiled in mystery
From sky above through land to sea
Through all the Realms Her voice is heard
The song of life wrapped in Her wyrd

Dance dance
Dancing life into these lands
Dance dance
The song of life flows through these hands

Dance dance
Dancing life into these lands
Dance dance
The song of life flows through these hands

© AM Hunter November 2021

One Path Forked

For my Fetch, my Soul, my Twin

Home
That which holds me
Seeps into my bones
And through my hair
My stoney heart
Is His
My eyes
Windows into His soul
My body
Shaped by Him
To walk His path
We are one
He and I
Entwined
Like serpents
That somehow merge
Becoming the same
Two sides
Yet
When you trace them
You find
They are one
One path
Forked
Rejoining
He is my home
And I am His
Fate and Fire
Fetch and Soul
Eternal
Yet embodied
We
Are me

© AM (Xander) Hunter July 2022

I am Blessed

Written during a WildWood Art Date

My Blood is Ara’s Divine spark
It leads from my veins to my thorny heart

My Breath is Grandfather calling me home
Pulling that from without to be in my bones

My Eye is Weaver’s knowing gaze
Bringing perception through the haze

My Heart is Our Lady’s loving hands
Shaping my Art, fearsome and grand

My Being is our Prince’s dancing heartbeat
Moving from my hands and through my feet

All together I am me
The best myself that I can be

I move in this world
And through the next

I’m a WildWood Witch and
I am blessed.

© AM (Xander Hunter) July 2022

Held Within

I hold a cross inside my heart
And it is the crossroads of my Art
Around its centre is a ring
And it’s the one I dance within

I hold a cross inside my heart
And it is the crossroads of my Art
Around its centre is a ring
it’s the one in which I dance within

Deep within it lies a Flame
And at its centre your Divine Name

I hold a cross inside my heart
And it is the crossroads of my Art
Around its centre is a ring
And it’s the one I dance within

I hold a cross inside my heart
And it is the crossroads of my Art
Around its centre is a ring
it’s the one in which I dance within

All that I was and ever shall be again
Lies here at the Centre
Held within your Flame

Listen to the Song

© Copyright AM (Xander) Hunter, May 2022

About the song

The Stranger in Green

A song for WildWood

On a faraway hill there once was a tree
As lonely and barren as that tree could be
Till one day came a Stranger all dressed in green
And they were a weaver of the seen and unseen

They looked at the tree and its hidden desires
That danced round that tree like green foxes of fire
Sparkling like starlight in the blackest of skies
Reminding that Stranger of the light in His eyes

So the Stranger stopped still and upturned their face
Called to our Weaver, the holder of fates
And Her answer came floating like feathers through air
To merge with the Stranger, their skin bones and hair

They started to dance, and they moved around slowly
Taking such care just like each step was holy
Touching down gently like a stag in the wood
Reminding that Stranger of their Man in Green Hood

From the base of that hill the Stranger did dance
Spiraling upwards between the three lands
And as sunrise came slowly to the edge of the sky
The Stranger and tree came to meet eye to eye

Its branches rose up, each one back lit in crimson
Its trunk was etched deeply with lines holding wisdom
Roots hugging Earth gently as a bear holds her cub
Reminding That Stranger of Her thorny heart’s rub

As birds heralded daylight the Stranger did sing
Voice echoing deeply like a silver bell’s ring
Its ethereal grace embraced the tree
Like twin snakes dancing in divine revelry

The tree started to glow as if it was on fire
The serpentine light flowing deeper and higher
Till it’s heart burst with an orange red flare
Reminding that stranger of mystery’s care

In the suns full bright gaze, the Tree stood so tall
Seeming together the One and the All
Then suddenly leaves ushered in life
Followed by fruit red and ripe for the knife

The stranger they laughed and it echoed with lightning
Crowning the Tree with its crooked gold shining
Drawing around it the old Lore and Good
Reminding that Stranger of the deep dark WildWood

On a faraway hill there once was a tree
As large and majestic as that tree could be
Till one day came a Stranger all dressed in green
And they were a weaver of the seen and unseen

© AM (Xander) Hunter May 2022

About the song

Sometime After the Equinox

Sometime after the Equinox
On the dark of the moon
Like a serpent released from the Egg
I’ll say farewell to you
The container that held me
When I was too small
Not yet fully aware
When I needed something
You were just there
And you held me
Nourished me in ways that
I am yet to fully understand
This world you formed for me
Will fall away as I embrace
The enormity that exists outside
Your smooth walls

The cracks that formed
While I was still inside
Frightened me beyond measure
What was this space
That existed beyond everything I knew
It was too much to fathom
And I pulled myself in
Made myself smaller
While I wondered
And dreamed
Became curious

The cracks became broader
I began to see shapes
And colours
Light and shadow beckoned
So I pressed one eye
Towards the crack
And dared to look beyond

That’s when I felt it
The crushing weight of being restrained
Of limitations that prevent me
From stretching to my full size
Such potential disguised
Hidden from me by your embrace
I feel the urge to expand
Press against the edges of this
Tiny world that once
Was so large
Was my everything
The cracks become holes
And I can reach into the beyond

The smells entice me onwards
I crack these walls further
Wriggle to escape my confines
Feel the coolness of
Air moving against my skin
As I expand out

My form delights me
It is so much larger than the
World I emerged from
I begin to wonder how I ever fitted
In such a tiny space
Begin to smash it into
Ever smaller pieces as I
Move outwards
Take in my new surroundings
Feel the wonder and enchantment
Of this new world
So large around me

For a moment I ache
To be held like before
But those days are gone now
The wonder becomes something
Too large
Frightening
There are eyes everywhere
Some like mine
Some not
I try to pull back into my old world
But it’s too late now
There is no going back

And I realise
That I haven’t left it behind at all
That old comfortable world
It’s held somewhere within me now
There for me to grasp at
To hold onto when I’m lost
When everything is just too much
So many overwhelming sensations
Too many for my small form to take in
I curl around it
Afraid to let it go
Afraid to take it with me

Light dances before me
Shining and sparking on some surface that
Becomes soft when I touch it
Surrounds me
I move and am held
Things change around me
Light becomes darkness
Then light again

I find myself leaving the
Softness and venturing onto something rough
I recoil and move around it
Through something that has
A different kind of softness
Of holding
I rise up and look back at that place
I emerged from
Growing ever confident
As I move on my own
Carrying my world within me

It’s edges are still cracked
And I begin to bleed inside
This pain deep within
I lash out at
But it’s beyond my reach
I scream and rage
As the sharp edges of my old world
Cut ever deeper
Gouge into me

And I wonder how something
That once was so comforting
Can hurt so much
Never abating with its
Hunger
Eating into me
Until I cannot carry it within me anymore
It’s too painful
Too harmful

The thought of release brings me a new comfort
And I realise that I no longer need
That old world anymore
It no longer nourishes me.
My new world has within it
Everything I need

So sometime after the Equinox
On the Dark of the moon
I will say farewell to you
My old world
As I fully embrace the new
And my place within it
Face the fear and pain
Because I know I can withstand it
For I am my own world now

© AM (Xander) Hunter March 2022

Dark Flame

With thanks to Maggie for the inspiration

With a flash of light
I illuminate the dark
It’s in the palm of my hand

I am the night
I am the moon and the stars
They wait at my command

And I wear my
Eternal cloak
And it’s painted with
The words I wrote
At the beginning of it all
At the beginning of it all

This Flame of Black
I have placed in your heart
It’s there to sing you my name

And when you feel you’ve cracked
I am there in every part
Of your fleshy domain

And I wear my
Eternal cloak
And it’s painted with
The words I wrote
At the beginning of it all
At the beginning of it all

You feel me there
I am at your very core
Come Darling take my hand

And now that you’re aware
Take me in your every pore
I will flow through you like sand

And I wear my
Eternal cloak
And it’s painted with
The words I wrote
At the beginning of it all
At the beginning of it all

And I wear my
Eternal cloak
And it’s painted with
The words I wrote
At the beginning of it all
At the beginning of it all

Listen to the song

Song – Dark Flame

(C) AM (Xander) Hunter February 2022

An exploration of intention and meaning: Lady on the Foreshore

Lady on the Foreshore came flooding out of me one morning in December 2020 when I began to open to a WildWood entity who has associations with the Sea.

At first, I thought it was a suicide song and that it was about a woman (who I saw in Victorian garb) shedding her worldly self and embracing the eternal by walking into the ocean. It seemed that she was battling some inner turmoil and her way out was to end her life.

But the entity I worked with told me that I could not be more wrong.

What the song is actually about is divination/oracular work: the ways in which people can and have looked into the tides, into everything that surrounds them in a coastal setting, for answers to questions that they are holding.

The cliffs form a container that holds space quite literally for the Lady standing on the sands below. They contain a range of different plants and rocks and birds and animals and other beings, all of whom add something to the working being done below. The song only briefly hints at this, but it is there between the lines, beneath the melody.

The Lady in the song uses a range of different methods for seeking answers.

She uses the motion of the waves and the sound of their coming into shore to move into a trance state whereby she may be shown a vision or receive knowledge in another way.

She counts the waves to provide her with a sense of when something is going to occur.
She uses the combination of wind and water to find direction: much in the same way that someone may use a pendulum.

She uses the wind scattering her footprints as a vehicle for breaking old habits that tie her down. The wind takes them so they may be transformed into something new. Or perhaps the waves take them.

She places her voice onto the gulls so that they can be her envoy and help her to be heard by those who reside in some other realm, such as the one above. Some things cannot be uttered aloud – they are too powerful or secret for that. Using the voice of the gulls enables them to be heard by those who need to hear them but not understood by those they are not intended for but who may overhear them.

She watches the clouds for a response: their shape, their colour, their movement are all signs that can be interpreted.

All of this is done at a particular time of day – sunset.

The sun makes a path on the waves. For someone who works with trance states, this path can be walked and lead somewhere of relevance.

So why did the song take me over a year to put on my blog? Because it isn’t finished. There’s a whole lot more that is yet to come.

The lady goes into the ocean by moonlight where more mysteries are revealed. But I haven’t received that part yet. I was waiting for it to come through, but it is not yet the right time.

So, think of Lady on the Foreshore as being Part One.

Hopefully Part Two is on its way.

© AM (Xander) Hunter January 2022

Lady on the Foreshore

Lady on the Foreshore
Staring out to sea
Searching in the water
What the future will be

Lady on the Foreshore
Counting the waves
Seeing in their motion
Her years and her days

Her footprints in the Sand
Are scattered by the wind
All her hopes and plans
The cliffs have fenced tight in

The words she could not utter
The gulls are screaming loud
The turmoil of her heart
Echoed by the clouds

Lady on the Foreshore
Reaches out her hand
Asking the water
To help her understand

Lady on the Foreshore
Arms spread out wide
Calls for an answer
Upon the rising tide

Her footprints in the Sand
Are scattered by the wind
All her hopes and plans
The cliffs have fenced tight in

The words she could not utter
The gulls are screaming loud
The turmoil of her heart
Echoed by the clouds

Lady on the Foreshore
Blows upon the spray
Watches the wind take it
And notices the way

Lady on the Foreshore
Raises up her head
Path open before her
She sees the sun to bed

Her footprints in the Sand
Are scattered by the wind
All her hopes and plans
The cliffs have fenced tight in

The words she could not utter
The gulls are screaming loud
The turmoil of her heart
Echoed by the clouds

Her footprints in the Sand
Are scattered by the wind
All her hopes and plans
The cliffs have fenced tight in

The words she could not utter
The gulls are screaming loud
The turmoil of her heart
Echoed by the clouds

Listen to the song

© AM (Xander) Hunter January 2022