Poetry: William Wordsworth. Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of early Childhood

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POETRY 

INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

                                   I

          THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,

          The earth, and every common sight,

                    To me did seem

                  Apparelled in celestial light,

          The glory and the freshness of a dream.

          It is not now as it hath been of yore;--

                  Turn wheresoe'er I may,

                    By night or day,

          The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

                                   II

                  The Rainbow comes and goes,

                  And lovely is the Rose,

                  The Moon doth with delight

            Look round her when the heavens are bare,

                  Waters on a starry night

                  Are beautiful and fair;

              The sunshine is a glorious birth;

              But yet I know, where'er I go,

          That there hath past away a glory from the earth.

                                  III

          Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,

              And while the young lambs bound

                  As to the tabor's sound,

          To me alone there came a thought of grief:

          A timely utterance gave that thought relief,

                  And I again am strong:

          The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep;

          No more shall grief of mine the season wrong;

          I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng,

          The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,

                  And all the earth is gay;

                      Land and sea

              Give themselves up to jollity,

                  And with the heart of May

              Doth every Beast keep holiday;--

                  Thou Child of Joy,

          Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy

                    Shepherd-boy!

                                   IV

          Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call

              Ye to each other make; I see

          The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;

              My heart is at your festival,

              My head hath its coronal,

          The fulness of your bliss, I feel--I feel it all.

              Oh evil day! if I were sullen

              While Earth herself is adorning,

                  This sweet May-morning,

              And the Children are culling

                  On every side,

              In a thousand valleys far and wide,

              Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,

          And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm:--

              I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!

              --But there's a Tree, of many, one,

          A single Field which I have looked upon,

          Both of them speak of something that is gone:

              The Pansy at my feet

              Doth the same tale repeat:

          Whither is fled the visionary gleam?

          Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

                                   V

          Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:

          The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,

              Hath had elsewhere its setting,

                And cometh from afar:

              Not in entire forgetfulness,

              And not in utter nakedness,

          But trailing clouds of glory do we come

              From God, who is our home:

          Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

          Shades of the prison-house begin to close

              Upon the growing Boy,

          But He beholds the light, and whence it flows,

              He sees it in his joy;

          The Youth, who daily farther from the east

              Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,

              And by the vision splendid

              Is on his way attended;

          At length the Man perceives it die away,

          And fade into the light of common day.

                                   VI

          Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own;

          Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind,

          And, even with something of a Mother's mind,

              And no unworthy aim,

              The homely Nurse doth all she can

          To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man,

              Forget the glories he hath known,

          And that imperial palace whence he came.

                                  VII

          Behold the Child among his new-born blisses,

          A six years' Darling of a pigmy size!

          See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies,

          Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses,

          With light upon him from his father's eyes!

          See, at his feet, some little plan or chart,

          Some fragment from his dream of human life,

          Shaped by himself with newly-learned art;

              A wedding or a festival,

              A mourning or a funeral;

                  And this hath now his heart,

              And unto this he frames his song:

                  Then will he fit his tongue

          To dialogues of business, love, or strife;

              But it will not be long

              Ere this be thrown aside,

              And with new joy and pride

          The little Actor cons another part;

          Filling from time to time his "humorous stage"

          With all the Persons, down to palsied Age,

          That Life brings with her in her equipage;

              As if his whole vocation

              Were endless imitation.

                                  VIII

          Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie

              Thy Soul's immensity;

          Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep

          Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind,

          That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep,

          Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,--

              Mighty Prophet! Seer blest!

              On whom those truths do rest,

          Which we are toiling all our lives to find,

          In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave;

          Thou, over whom thy Immortality

          Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave,

          A Presence which is not to be put by;

          Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might

          Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,

          Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke

          The years to bring the inevitable yoke,

          Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?

          Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight,

          And custom lie upon thee with a weight

          Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!

                                   IX

              O joy! that in our embers

              Is something that doth live,

              That nature yet remembers

              What was so fugitive!

          The thought of our past years in me doth breed

          Perpetual benediction: not indeed

          For that which is most worthy to be blest--

          Delight and liberty, the simple creed

          Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest,

          With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:--

              Not for these I raise

              The song of thanks and praise;

            But for those obstinate questionings

            Of sense and outward things,

            Fallings from us, vanishings;

            Blank misgivings of a Creature

          Moving about in worlds not realised,

          High instincts before which our mortal Nature

          Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised:

              But for those first affections,

              Those shadowy recollections,

            Which, be they what they may,

          Are yet the fountain light of all our day,

          Are yet a master light of all our seeing;

            Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make

          Our noisy years seem moments in the being

          Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,

              To perish never;

          Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,

              Nor Man nor Boy,

          Nor all that is at enmity with joy,

          Can utterly abolish or destroy!

              Hence in a season of calm weather

              Though inland far we be,

          Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea

              Which brought us hither,

              Can in a moment travel thither,

          And see the Children sport upon the shore,

          And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.

                                   X

          Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song!

              And let the young Lambs bound

              As to the tabor's sound!

          We in thought will join your throng,

              Ye that pipe and ye that play,

              Ye that through your hearts to-day

              Feel the gladness of the May!

          What though the radiance which was once so bright

          Be now for ever taken from my sight,

              Though nothing can bring back the hour

          Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;

              We will grieve not, rather find

              Strength in what remains behind;

              In the primal sympathy

              Which having been must ever be;

              In the soothing thoughts that spring

              Out of human suffering;

              In the faith that looks through death,

          In years that bring the philosophic mind.

                                   XI

          And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,

          Forebode not any severing of our loves!

          Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;

          I only have relinquished one delight

          To live beneath your more habitual sway.

          I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,

          Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;

          The innocent brightness of a new-born Day

                      Is lovely yet;

          The Clouds that gather round the setting sun

          Do take a sober colouring from an eye

          That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;

          Another race hath been, and other palms are won.

          Thanks to the human heart by which we live,

          Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,

          To me the meanest flower that blows can give

          Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

                                                            1803-6.

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 

The Superheroic Life. The True Life. Amera Ziganii Rao 

The memory of a father desperately following a coach on the motorway, as his wife goes on a professional trip will stay with me forever. I was in the car. No. I think the memory is worse. He made sure he drove her up in his own car, with two kids in the back, so she wouldn’t have to be out of his sight. That is possessiveness? That is ‘virulent madness’. That is fucking crazy. The memory of a man telling a woman to hand over her earnings will definitely stay with me forever. I actually have no words to add to that.

Co-dependency, ego or superego is always painful. The grief of a different kind of love, agonising, and mutual. But the disciplines have to be militant, and led by the vulnerable. So the wolf doesn’t become a werewolf. So the wolf stays at home. So the wolf remains a wolf. And the lamb becomes a lion(ess).

I am the revolution that’s coming. So are you, whether you like it or not. Grieve, and then live. We love you. We just want you to leave us the fuck alone. When we’re at work. And so, my love, do you. Male or female, so do you. I understand. My advantage over you is this. When anyone has been battered into solitude, to the extent that I have, when unrequited love of all kinds is the only thing on offer, when a person like me has to retreat as both a ‘highly sensitive person’ and questor in search of more, as an essential to retain the will to live, and not only as a weekend retreat, emotional muscle goes through the roof. That’s the point. Crucifixion. The Hierophant Society™ through to The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™ through to Existentialism through to Consciousness. The way of the warrior. The life of both worlds, together.

Alchemy & Liberation™ is sheer, unadulterated, torture. Oops, did I not tell you? I didn’t, and it is. I didn’t make the rules. I only interpret and deliver. As I do to myself. Unfortunately, it all works. Courage I suppose is therefore one thing in the end. Masochism and enjoying the pain. ‘The trick is not minding that it hurts’. David Lean’s Lawrence of Arabia. Which is why I refer to the analogy of sado masochism throughout my work. The agony and the ecstasy, but the fullness of both, is necessary for a fulfilling life. Co-dependency and not grieving it is what blocks us. We can’t leave home, even with our true love. And it has to be done. Crucifixion yet again. And this time it has to be your turn. Mine is done.

Soul is not for the fainthearted. Adventure is not for the fainthearted. Fulfilment is not for the fainthearted. Art is not for the fainthearted. Shaman is most certainly not for anyone other than pure Emotional Samurai™. Jedi. Whatever you want to call it. It is all the emotional frontier. The only frontier that matters in the end. This is advanced healing. For an advanced world. And it fucking hurts.

Because to get to the fulfilment, to make that journey, you have to be alone. You have to be lost, alone. In or out of a relationship, this is alone time. Work. And First Existence™ is to be born with too much chronic need. Most of us. And it means we can’t succeed in anything in life, without being sad. ‘The agony and the ecstasy’. Second Existence™. Acceptance. Crucifixion. Redemption. Power. What is called, Enlightenment. Offering up all one’s dreams for the stabbing of all lifetimes. Violation creates courage.

The threshold to heaven means facing the truth. Paradise is not on earth. Not THAT Paradise. We are here to work and give our own selves the challenges of the pursuit of excellence. The individual challenge. We are here to hunt. And we are all splintered over this agony. And I need my alpha male destiny. And you need the destiny of your alpha female. You need to go to art class alone. And love it.

We don’t get the house and the white fence. We are needed. All of us are needed, to work. To do real work. And that means the heartache of truly, ‘not having it all’. Either of us. All of us. We can only take our ‘peace in a lifetime of war’, whenever we can. And we will. As companions. Artists and lovers. Not as a needy team. And certainly not anything resembling the horror of what I had to witness as marriage. You don't want it either. That's the good news. The rest is crucifixion.

Enlightenment is not pretty. But what lies after it, is.

The New World. Freedom. And therefore, true love.

And after that, the waterfalls, whence we came from. And peace at last.

The superheroic life. Give. Love. Live.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Love is for the very young.

Vincente Minelli's The Bad and The Beautiful

Shaman X (Artwork) 

Illusion and Love. Amera Ziganii Rao 

In ego, we separate illusion from love. We would rather fantasise about romantic love, than experience it. We are chronic idealists (I used to hate that word so much) in ego, and that is actually to hide the fact that we are still terrified of risking love, risking our hearts, so we would rather, despite all our apparent wishes, dream our life away, rather than live a life of love. We are still chronically wounded and the agony to take ourselves out of that is unparalleled. In ego, we live inside our imagination, rather than live our imagination.

This, like all ego thoughts and emotions is not a conscious decision, but it ends up dictating everything, despite our best attempts. The more wounded we are in ego, the more wounded our ego, the less we will be brave enough to love, so the more we will separate reality and fantasy. In some, it may be the separation of desire and ‘normal life’ and in others it comes out differently. It is all the same thing. ‘What we want and what’s expected of us’ dominates our every move (Mathew Weiner’s Mad Men). Just not having the courage to risk our hearts. In ego we wouldn't. 

In soul, we have to give up ‘the dream’, so the real dream can exist. A piece of shit task, whichever way you look at it. Do it and live to tell the tale. ‘Enlightenment (entering soul from ego) is one’s greatest disappointment’(Wayne Dyer). Damn right. And then, it is so much not anything you ever want to see or hear of again. The healing. Ascension. Becoming soul. Becoming love, becoming emotional genius and becoming sex. Becoming. 

Fuck the old ‘dream’. Live. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Love, Sex and Civic Duty. About as responsible as you can get. About as love you can get. Certainty. The New World. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

It’s not called ‘The Hero’s (Heroine’s) Journey’ for nothing. If it doesn’t almost kill you, you are not working hard enough. Heroism. Truly, what it says. Mastering yourself is the ultimate heroism. Your gift to the world. Your gift to me. Your gift to everyone. Your gift, most of all, to YOU. Heroism is courage. And there are absolutely, no short cuts. Face it or leave it. Courage is heroism. Heroism is courage. Mastering yourself is nothing less than self EXORCISM. The ultimate test for anyone in self healing. Shifting the ‘mortal husk’ of pain, anguish, hurt, violence, wounding, stupid ideas taught to us before we can think, guilt, guilt, guilt, and guilt, chronic low self esteem, chronic need and all that is conditional love. And of course, raw, relentless, never ending, terror. Heroism = mastery. Alchemy & Liberation™ mastery is self exorcism. The healing. Redemption. The Universe. Soul. And finally, true love. Becoming, true, unconditional, pure, love. Getting rid of the shit basically. Really, being born again. Human to Hierophant as the new archetype. A world where philosophers (queens) are bankers (kings) and bankers (kings) are philosophers (queens). The true world. The whole world. The higher mind and the inner heart. The healing. The Hierophant Society™. The New World. Your new world. Me. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

You kill a person's sexual power, you kill the person dead. You kill a woman's sexual power and you kill the world, beyond the dead. Be sex. Be passion. Be compassion. Be intelligence. Be spirit. Be the independence of the world. Be sedition. Be responsibility. Be the hunter and warrior. Be love. Be sex. Be the new world. Be the revolution that's coming. Be you. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

When a man (woman) has been told all his (her) life that he (she) has to control everything, be responsible for others and run things, he (she) then has to face the trauma of demand, that to love, to truly love, he (she) has to stop. When a woman (man) has been told all her (his) life that she (he) has to need, castrate herself (himself), submit to others’ rules, be obedient and be controlled to make other people feel better about themselves, she (he) has to then face the trauma of demand, that to love, to truly love, she (he) has to stop needing. Ego to soul is the threshold from hell to heaven, through hell. That is the truth of enlightenment. 

Utter crucifixion, to be born again. 

If a person is told all their life that they can only be loved if they control, being told that they CAN only be loved, if they stop controlling is the madness of resistance. Earth is a shithole and I most certainly do not make the rules. Deal with it. I did. Control is not love. Love is love. And that means friendship. Friendship is not about control, not about self importance, not about vanity and not about building a new court around you. There are no kings (queens) of that kind in The New World. There is no more bullshit. There is only love. 

True, unconditional, self sufficient, non self important, non needing, non greedy, non projection, non ‘can you carry me’ love. In EITHER archetype, the controllers being the ones who demand to be carried the MOST, such is the deception of the human heart. The Svengalis who psychotically keep trying to control. Guess what. You don’t need to do it anymore. Guess what. You are not ALLOWED to do it anymore. Why, oh why, don’t you try and control yourself instead? 

Peel back the layers and you find the real victim. We are allowed to ask for help. We are not allowed to demand to be carried, as grown adults. We are most certainly not allowed to be carried, as the apparent leaders. Ike Turner covered that one. Love is not to be carried. That is co-dependency and that is what therapy and the whole healing industry is for. But that IS the healing. To be able to tell the difference. 

First Existence™ to Second Existence™. Available for all. The heroic threshold of all lives. Ego to soul. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Ego = selfish love. Soul = unselfish love. The trauma of life. First, the woundings. Then the self woundings. Then the self crucifixions. Then, love. Soul is to love unselfishly. Soul is just to love. Ego is selfish, greedy, mean, conditional and cruel. Selfish love to unselfish love. First Existence™ to Second Existence™. Available for all. The heroic threshold of all lives. Ego to soul. Ascension. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Marriage lll Pt ll (Artwork) 

Quant by Quant. The Autobiography of Mary Quant 

Originally published in 1966, Quant by Quant is the hugely entertaining story of Mary Quant’s early career and life with husband and business partner Alexander Plunket Greene. After opening the groundbreaking Bazaar boutique on the King’s Road in 1955, Quant soared to international fame with her brand of witty style that fitted perfectly with modern life about town. 

A designer, she writes, ‘must catch the spirit of the day and interpret it in clothes’, and she was at the forefront of fashion’s democratization – seeking to eliminate snobbery and ‘make fashionable clothes available to everyone’. Just as her signature styles have become synonymous with the Pop culture of the Swinging Sixties, her joyful, evocative autobiography captures the world in which she found inspiration – and which she ultimately helped to define and change.

Mary Quant (born 1934) studied at Goldsmith’s College in London. Famed for popularizing the miniskirt, she was awarded an OBE in 1966. 

....As soon as Alexander realized what was causing these fainting attacks, he took to arriving at Brook Street with a wing of chicken or something like that in a bit of greaseproof paper and he would make me eat it instantly standing in the street if necessary before we did anything else. 

Mary Quant

And God Created Woman ll Pt lll (ll). A Self Portrait 

AMERA ZIGANII RAO. A PROFILE

AMERA ZIGANII RAO ALCHEMY & LIBERATION & HUMANITY™

The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™

The Return To The Source. Ascension.

SOCIAL REFORM. THE FIGHT FOR FREEDOM AND LOVE. SHAMANISM. PHILOSOPHY. TRUE (UNIVERSAL) LOVE. NEO FEMINISM™. ANTI MISOGYNY. THE ARTIST'S WAY. WIZARDRY. TRUE INTELLECTUALISM™. WISDOM. GONZO SPIRITUALITY. NIHILISM. SEX. SOUL. GOD, THE MOTHER, THE UNIVERSE™. SPIRITUAL EXISTENTIALISM™. THE VOID OF CREATION™. ALCHEMY & LIBERATION & HUMANITY™. HELL. SUFFERING. GROWTH. ASCENSION. LOVE. LIFE. DEATH. WARLORDS OF LIGHT™

Writer. Philosopher. Esoteric Mystic. Clair Cognisant. Seer. Hierophant. Enlightener. Inspirer. Visionary. Artist. Creative; Human Rights. Self Actualization. Liberation. Feminization. Masculinisation. Equalization. Spiritualization. Sexualisation. The Merging of Spirituality and Sexuality (again at last). Self Responsibility. Self Empowerment. Healing. Humanity. Imagination. Intelligence. Compassion. Passion. Revolution. War. Power. The Wisdom Society. The Warrior Society. Success. Strength. Happiness. Love.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

Writer, Speaker and Enlightener, Amera Ziganii Rao, is now putting together a comprehensive and unique programme of Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™. A programme of learning that is specifically about one particular kind of woman. And one particular kind of man. The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, and the true society that they come from and the one they, in particular, she can and has to return to and that anyone can join her and him in. This is about Paradise on Earth.

This is about The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, and the Alchemy and Liberation and Humanity that is for all as a result of their healing and in particular, hers. This is about the kind of woman who is at the bottom of the pile in a Patriarchal Toilet Tribe from Hell Society™, the norm, the conventional world and the world of the Tribe. This is about the kind of man who is next in line from the bottom. The sensitive man and the female chattel. The High Priestess and High Priest of a profane society, that has long forgotten who they are.

This is about being at the bottom of the pile, for the forgotten and strangled shamans, and for her, the story of escape. Abused by her family, her friends, her men, her whole society, by the very nature of who she is and who they are and what has happened on this Earth. It is about women of love, of Spirit and of sex. It is about men of love, of Spirit and of sex. It is about the Cinderellas of this world. It is about the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™. Who she is and how, loving her is the secret to Paradise on Earth and how we have been living a lie for 8000+ years. A lie of male (non High Priest) religion with a male ‘God’ and with Patriarchs and Patriarchal types and Matriarchs and Matriarchal types ruling over us and making our lives hell, all in the name of family, the tribe and the way things are and should remain. Hate, fascism and profanity. A sick society that vilifies, more than anyone else, the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™, just because it was told to. A sick society that calls her Eve. A sick society that has forgotten who we all are, let alone the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™. This is about us remembering and knowing who WE are.

This is a programme of healing for the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™, and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, to take them and particularly, her, from monstrous levels of low self esteem and lack of self knowledge, back to herself and it is a programme for all those who truly want to love her, and indeed, him. This is a programme for the greatest carers on Earth, who are vilified, destroyed, ridiculed, ignored, abused, used, misused and hated for being everything that those who would steal from us are not. This is a programme to turn Cinderellas into The Sacred Whore High Priestesses and for anyone who wants to love her or live by the values of the The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™. And this is a programme to turn sensitive men into Sacred Whore High Priests™ and for anyone who wants to love him and live by the values of the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and High Priest Society. Love, humanity, Spirit and sex. This is a programme to reverse 8000+ years of witch burning, women hating and healer ridicule. This is about the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and all those who would love her and live by her values.

This is about the chance for Paradise on Earth. This is a programme for the most beautiful, kind hearted, wounded women and men on this planet. A programme of how to implement a system of how to beat life, how to survive life and how to resurrect from the grief that is a true life. Alchemy and Liberation and Humanity of the lower mind into the higher mind, the soul and the inner heart and therefore one's true, confident, ‘happy’, successful, creative, sexual, sensual, individual, intelligent, emotionally healed, capable of loving and being loved self. How to turn grief into creation and survive and thrive, despite all the shit, all the pain and all the hurt. How to live in a world of madness, hollowness and cruelty and how to be a winner. How to stand up for oneself and to take back the power that has been stolen from anyone with heart, Spirit and sex. The art and science of Alchemy.

This is a programme, based on my scholarly and non scholarly work over 15 years (so far), if not for my whole life, and my extensive and intense, visceral experiences of self transformation from resignation, cynicism and despair to a state of relative bliss, and above all, the right to be. The programme and the courses and my speaking and indeed my forthcoming book, will cover the method of change. The psychological, sociological, spiritual, cultural, political, emotional and physical and even anthropological methods of change. Why we are here. Who the Sacred Whore High Priestess™ is and why she is here. And who the Sacred Whore High Priest™ is. Why we are here. Who we are and what we are and why we are. The beauty and glory of the truth. The meaning of life, no less. This will be on offer in the future.

My first book of consciousness, my first book of the spiritual politics of humanity, of authentic power and of self love and strength. A comprehensive series of online courses, live events and audio and visual material. Books, live events, CDs and DVDs. And one on one personal empowerment consultations. The Amera Ziganii Rao Method of Change™. The right to be and the way to have the right to be. And indeed, how to maintain the will to live without love. How to BE unconditional, self sufficient, self caring, self love. The right to be and the will to be and the unparalleled success that comes with that. The Lost Knowledge™. HOW to live. And how to heal others, the profane and the sick and the soulless. The others. My Business and that of any Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and Sacred Whore High Priest™, is Human Rights, The Right to a Sexual Society, Self Actualisation and Freedom.

My Business is To Overthrow Fascism, in the Home and in the Country. My business is also mastering destiny. Overthrowing the ultimate 'fascism'. Our journey on Earth and The Return To The Source. Our healing, our ascension and our redemption. Fate. The daily crucifixions of a true life, the challenges and the fury of being healers and people of love on a planet like Earth. Submitting to the journey to liberate and evolve oneself, through following one's heart, however much heartbreak and devastation it leads to on the long long long journey to freedom and then the longer journey to happiness. 'Long Road to Freedom', as Nelson Mandela says. My business is always taking risks, never giving up and making the endless sacrifices it takes to become whole. Enlightenment, Nirvana and then Parinirvana and beyond. My business is pain. My business is bliss.

My business is seeing the truly glory of Spirit on Earth. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™ and all that it is. Spirit, humanity, sex and love again at last. And the end of our legacy as either servants or witches or unpaid carers or indeed, ignored mistresses, other women, other men even, and the weirdos that are at the bottom of society. This is our world and it is time to take it back and I can show you how. And that makes my life, truly, worth living. I want you to feel the way I do. Alive, with the right to be and the belligerence to exist in this profane and male ‘God’ led world of male supremacy, female supremacy, domestic, casual fascism, tribe rules from hell, with beautiful and kind, love intelligence laden, female and male Cinderella warriors at the bottom, caring for everyone else and getting nothing but hatred, ridicule and isolation for it. The meek are already inheriting the Earth and I can show you how.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past and I forgive you for becoming enslaved and taken over by the machines of the alien reptile force that invaded and took over Earth 8000 years ago. They taught you to hate me and my kind and you believed them. They told you I and my kind were dictators and that you were slaves, when all we had done was love you, honour you as companions and above all, we had let you just live. We were the holy communers, the ones who gave birth to human beings, the leaders of society, the creators of society, the vehicles of Divinity on Earth and the channels of wisdom. The ones who looked after everything and the ones who built everything and ran everything, because we could. And because we loved it. We are and were the force of creation. And you loved us and you lived. But they told you that you ‘deserved’ power too and that we were the ones standing in your way. And you believed them. The oldest ‘divide and rule’ strategy of hate in history and it worked. They used it and you bought it, hook, line and sinker. You had to give up sex, love, magic and your own spiritual gifts and you burnt, destroyed and violated me for 8000 years. The world calls that male supremacy. And indeed, family supremacy, Matriarchal supremacy and supremacy of the material world and all who believe in it. Men and women like you. When all that you are are slaves to a reptile force to generate hate energy for them to live and thrive and vampire the human race. The puppets of a hate force, that chose to destroy women and men like me, for hate to grow, so they could live. You bought it and it worked. The greatest fraud in the history of the world. I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past and I forgive you for becoming enslaved and taken over by the machines of the alien reptile force that invaded and took over Earth 8000 years ago. They taught you to hate me and my kind and you believed them. They taught you that my mind was evil. My mind, my sex, my body and my ways of life. The humanity, the glory of sexuality and the glory of creation and creativity and the glory of Divinity in each and every one of us. Our souls. They taught you that human beings are separate from Divinity, that sex was wrong and that women who have minds of their own are uppity slaves. They vilified us but much much worse than that, they destroyed your relationship with all that is unseen, all that we honour and love. They taught you to hate what is really God. By teaching you to hate us, you hated all that is good in yourselves. They taught you to hate the light. They taught you to kill us. The daughters of The Universe. The High Priestesses of God. The Spiritual Mothers. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Avatars of The Universe. The Sacred Army of Love on Earth. The Shamans, the Mystics and the Communers. They called me Eve and blamed me for the downfall of the human race and created the awesome profanity that is religion. Of men, by men and from men. Of reptiles, by reptiles and from reptiles. Christianity, Islam and Judaism and every other philosophy around the world was poisoned. There are no female spiritual leaders left. It is all profanity. They chose you to represent them because they wanted to divide us and they did. They told you to hate me. And you believed them. Now I am back and I forgive you. I forgive you because I can. Because I came here to save your soul. And because I finally know who I am. I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past. I came here to return your soul to The Source. God, The Mother, The Universe. To return you to what is really God. Because I love you. And because She loves you and your kind, whatever you have done. Whatever you have done to me and whatever you have done to Her. And most of all, whatever you have done to yourself. We forgive you. This is your redemption. Your freedom and your ascension. We are here to save your soul.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

You bought the Sacred Whore like a piece of meat and you called that a wife. Your trophy wives. Your dancing girls. Your chattel and serving girls. Your piece of beauty. You bought us like you would cattle. Then you called it wives. Now you call it prostitution. The High Priestesses of the real God. You bought us to buy God, The Mother, The Universe and you caged us, separated us from our Divine gifts and skills in the Temple and drove us mad and then lost interest in us, because we had no gifts left, no excitement, no hunter in ourselves and no hope or joy left. Then you just called us mad and discarded us. You called us evil and you call love obedience, even though it had already killed us. You moved into our Temples and you played with the divination tools and thought you communed. The destruction of Atlantis was your gift. You stole us from God, The Mother, The Universe and you tried to usurp us. You vilified us, enslaved us and you still envy us today. You call it intuition. You might want to think about this when you hate us out of your jealousy. The mystic gene means physical tortuous pain and taking on the empathy of the human race. All their pains, evils and dark thoughts. We see and feel everything. We make crucial sacrifices to be near Spirit and the unseen and we go without for years. To be shaman is not glamour. I make it glamour. To be shaman is a specific Samurai existence, ascetic and harsh. We commune to be guides. And you take that and you shame yourselves because you just want the meat. You didn’t just want the meat. You wanted our beauty of spirit, our personalities and our love and kindness. And you destroyed them, because you caged us and called us wife.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

The High Priestess Sacred Whores, the High Priests and the true protectors. Those who do not have the gift like either the High Priests or especially like the highest of all, the High Priestess Sacred Whores but who honour, protect and facilitate them to the world. Who honour the Shaman Sacred Whores of this world most of all, and who know who they are and who they are not. Who know the difference, who do not envy and who protect and love the representatives of Spirit, GOD, THE MOTHER, THE UNIVERSE, on Earth. Who honour their wisdom and who honour the latent Shaman in themselves too and who honour the communing ability of the High Priestess Sacred Whores. The non violators. Our only friends. The New Society exists. It is called Enlightenment. It is called Love. It is The Holy Grail.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

The master race. It's all a lie. You are brought up to be a despot king and it is only your sister who ever tells you that you have become a pratt. The master race is all a lie. There are no kings in an equal world. Your father was misinformed. What he brought you up to be was a killer. Pure and simple. A misogynist. A modern misogynist. A polite killer.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011

I enter the magical hours of pure feeling, pure thought, pure imagination and I think and I write and I 'mysticise' the Universe. I escape at will, the truth of my humanless, Samurai solitude, and I pursue the truth of love in myself and in everyone else. I am philosopher. I am shaman. I am alone. I frontier the Soul to be spirit on Earth.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011

Amera Ziganii Rao is a former hard news journalist who is now turning professional with her art forms and indeed, her healing forms, after a long journey of inner searching, self teaching and exploring many layers and areas of both craft and wisdom. She is now working on her first book of philosophy and esoteric thought, and social, cultural and spiritual commentary. She is also showing her first photography collections. And last but most definitely not least, she is building a business to share her Sacred Whore High Priestess Society consciousness and empowering explorations to reach as many people as possible across the world. She is in her forties and lives in London.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011

In the meantime, please enjoy this website. I have included many of the subjects I am covering, areas of experience and insight that I will be exploring to the fullest in my book, the courses and all the other work that is to come as a dramatist, novelist and essayist. I also of course, include many of the wise people on this planet, who have come long before me; authors, screen dramatists, playwrights, film makers, artists, and other enlighteners and grand carriers of the wisdom I have found the most helpful on my journey, to find peace and become enlightened. The seemingly impossible journey, in the face of oneself and one’s circumstances. People who have contributed massively to my healing on this mad journey called life, in this insane existence called The Universe. People who have helped to make me as good a carrier of wisdom as I in turn, can be. Thank you.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011

Amera Ziganii Rao’s Well Endowed Mind. Mikal Konali. Yush Magazine

Any day now an unknown writer will burst onto the scene, amidst a media frenzy proclaiming "overnight success". That person could very well be Amera Ziganii Rao. And the success would have been decades in the making...

Amera Ziganii Rao is no longer a journalist and has not been for 14 years. She had a melt down and walked away to find a new path in life.

Her world was formerly the media and she covered news in print, TV and radio, for The Voice newspaper during the 1980s, the BBC in the 1990s, and then on cable TV before the digital revolution exploded, consigning the rest to history.

She re-imagined herself as an esoteric master, teacher, healer, alchemist, mystic, self-taught writer, dramatist and photographer.

Or, as she puts it, she developed a “suitably mythological level of existence and one that has been deeply visceral and painful, physically and emotionally.” 

Freedom, sedition and self-responsibility are among the themes that like her. However, it is her writing which sets her apart.

Amera simply had to explore the agony of “true love” and leave behind “the bourgeois and conformity tribe mentality we are all imprisoned by.” Essentially hers is a journey of discovery, of freeing the mind into the heart and soul. A profound journey in a shallow world, which she feels, is “worth every step of it.” Although, we imagine, it is not a journey for the squeamish or faint hearted.

She is also an attractive, well-endowed woman – points not lost on visitors to her blog. “You have a busy brain and an impressive cleavage,” remarked Vivien Loh, British TV Drama Creative. “Very interesting and fascinating,” an American professor chimed in. “Love how your mind works.”

With credentials and accolades like these, we simply had to stop her and ask the inevitable 20 Questions…

Name

Amera Ziganii Rao

Place

London.

Why Featured

Promising unpublished writer, bags of creative talent, askew angle on finding true love and other visceral vicissitudes. You what? Precisely!

01. Profession

Photographer/Writer

02. Age Region

40s

03. Birthday

February 4

04. Right or left handed

Right handed

05. Philosophy on family life

Elusive.

06. Who's been your greatest inspiration in life?

The brave and the free. Those of sex and the soul.

07. What current world issue are you most unhappy with? And why?

The Patriarchal Womb Stealing Toilet Tribe Society that affects the whole world. The sickness of female dehumanisation. It affects everything and everyone. Whether it is the so called Whore and Madonna syndrome, or war, poverty, cruelty or slavery.

08. If you could how would you bring about world peace?

Consciousness, esoteric knowledge and inner ascension. If we all healed ourselves, there would be no war. Evil would die because we wouldn’t listen anymore.

09. Which one piece (or series) of creative works (past or present) are you most impressed with? And why?

Tennessee Williams' plays and Picasso’s art. Simple. The brave and the free. The sex and the soul.

10. How much does your religion influence the kind projects you do or will consider doing?

I left religion at the age of eight. God has no religion. Mahatma Gandhi.

11. Are there any topics you would definitely not consider doing a movie on?

Cockroaches or any insect.

12. What percentage (100%, 50%, 25%, etc.) of your soul would you be willing to sell in order to be successful?

0%

13. What personal sacrifices have you had to make it to where you are today?

I’ve lost everything and everyone. I have walked away from fascism and mediocrity and of course the Patriarchal Toilet Tribe Society, my whole life.

14. What's the best advice you would give to anyone wanting to make it in their chosen career?

It’s not a choice. You do it or you don’t. The art, the freedom, the true love, the sex and the heart.

15. What's your favourite overseas holiday destination? Or, which overseas destination would you really love to visit for holiday? And why?

16. When you leave this planet how would you like to be remembered?

I stood for integrity, freedom, courage and kindness. I tried to help as many people as possible to feel good about themselves.

17. What do you admire most in a man?

Courage, individuation and the ability to leave the Patriarchal Womb Stealing Toilet Tribe Society.

18. Would you stay with a man who hit you?

Metaphorically or literally, all men (of one archetype) hit all women (of the other archetype). It is part of the journey, to liberate from the Patriarchal Womb Stealing Toilet Tribe Society.

19. Female circumcision, for or against?

The purest evil of the world. Obviously against. What a question.

20. Who would play you in a film of your life?

Jean Simmons, Elizabeth Taylor or Vivien Leigh or Maureen O’Hara as was. Today, Julianne Moore, Angela Bassett or Kate Winslet.

Mikal Konali. Yush Magazine 

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