Tongues of fire

‘She should have bought a Honda but she bought a Lada’. Lada, Lada, Shada, Shada - the tongues I got given as a thirteen year old at Christian school. Tongues of fire - tongues to do battle with evil spirits - tongues to save souls - tongues to find a way out of the mind into something much bigger. And on it goes - sometimes I can tongue to communicate a message - almost like divining a prophecy from thin air. I haven’t really given it much space to grow - but like all things with practice and daring - it becomes something of itself. And you, darling have learnt tongues too - or were transmitted it - caught - not taught. And where does it take you? What does it ask of you? Where does it want to go? In your neighbourhood of goblins, faery and the odd druid - of stone walls with flasks of holy water - of wells upon mountains and ancient Hawthorne trees - where does the whisper in the breeze take you? Does the babbling mouth utter? And towards which head stone? This is Christ in evolution - the dawning of beyond Darwinism. It is our deepest, darkest core aliveness been woken and spread throughout earth. Archer told Rufus - if you dug a hole here straight through the earth - you’d arrive in Ireland - I believe him - such is the connection to these shores - there is an innate wisdom residing in both our ancient peoples, but particularly the land and its relation to the bigger cosmos that holds such portent - such portal power to charge people and send them flying at warp speed into the change that has already happened. Like DK, like all the Christ energies that came to earth and went the four winds - North, South, East, West. I got a heavy dose of the West - so did you - but the south fills my cup also and your wild side - the western shores of that Gaelic mountain are sending shock waves over the seas into my belly via the love thats so deeply aroused, my blood fizzes. This is not nothing, this fire of God - this is our destiny. And I’m a yes.