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

My Foolish Child

My foolish Child
Your voice is
Mine
Yet you use it to
Bleat
And whine

Come sit
Beside me
Under this tree
Take my hand
Sweet Child
Let it be

This tearing inside
Your bleeding red
Hart
This scratching and
Biting to
Find your art

All is illusion
Yet all is right
Here
The wonders before us
The thorns
You fear

We are all shredded
But
We rise again
Face our
Dark shadows and
Horrors within

This flesh that
Repels you
Holds secrets my deer
Your task to
Unravel
While you are here

Too soon back
To the Infinite
You’ll head
With a mind
Full of fears
And a heart
Full of dread

Each treasure
Taking
Hiding away
Dropping deep down
Into some nameless
Bay

Closing a door
And locking it
Tight
Shrouding its location
Under cover of
Night

Not mapping out
Nor seeing it’s
Worth
Fooling yourself
That all’s well
On this Earth

But you forget me
That I am
In you
That we are
Entwined
We fated two

Your soul
And mine
In endless silver dance
Of spirals and
Serpents
And sweet happenstance

Whispered threads
Of who what
And where
Of when and of how
And all things
You dare

For every door
You
Lock away
I hold a key
All I need to do is
Say

It shall be opened
And open
It will
With things passing
Through it
For good or for ill

The hollows within you
Were once
In the hills
For you are my door
Through you my
Form spills

So foolish Child
Do you yet
Realise
You hold Earth
In your bones and
Stars in your eyes

A thing of wonder
Each part
Divine
An ocean of brightness
Our soul
Sublime

© AM (Xander) Hunter October 2020