Winter Solstice Prayer | Abuelita Solsticio de Invierno| Live from Laughlin, Nevada | Energy Audio Tidbit

What"s poppin love doves! An Energy Audio Tidbit live from the wee hours in Laughlin, Nevada, on or around the Winter Solstice. Una oración original desde el corazón del desierto invernal, an original prayer from the heart of the desert winter. I call it Grandmother"s Prayer, and in it I riff on an old classic in the hopes of makin it pop anew.  Wishing all the radiant & resplendent dragonfly dreamers and lustrous listeners out there constellating across the rabbit holes of space and time a magickal and propitious longest night of the year.... more time for reveling in the mysterious splendor of our dreams.  The indigenous Zuni People of New Mexico celebrate the Winter Solstice as the first day of the New Year, as it"s the day in which the nights begin to get shorter and the sun starts to spend more and more time in the sky. As a Sun Worshiper, this resonates deeply with me. We only know the Light through its sacred contrast against the Darkness. We only know the lengths of the Day by the shortnesses of the Night. Let"s welcome the Sun back more and more each day, and let"s be amazing humans to ourselves and one another for the full Cycle of this New Year. ¡Los sueños más dulces! con amor y apreciación, little raven kerkawww "A Poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses.  All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts within himself all poisons, and preserves their quintessences.  Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a superhuman strength, where he becomes among all men the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed–and the Supreme Scientist!  For he attains the unknown!  Because he has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone!  He attains the unknown, and if, demented, he finally loses the understanding of his visions, he will at least have seen them!  So what if he is destroyed in his ecstatic flight through things unheard of, unnameable:  other horrible workers will come; they will begin at the horizons where the first one has fallen!   . . . So the poet, therefore, is truly a thief of fire." --- Arthur RimbaudSupport the show Support My Sponsor: Magic Mind Adaptogenic & Nootropic Elixir 20% off at Checkout! https://magicmind.com/barbarianpod | Use Code: BARBARIANPOD20 If you dig the pod, check out the adjacent video & livestream show Barbarian Yak Fest w/ Dr. Sylvie & Deus ex Machinist on Rokfin: https://rokfin.com/BarbarianYakFest Find me on IG: barbarian_noetics Become a Beloved Patron: patreon.com/noetics (unlock bonus content plus win a Dream Interpretation) Direct Donate on PayPal @barbarian.noetics@proton.me or Cash App@ $BarbarianRaven One time donation: buymeacoffee.com/noetics. Spread the word and tell a friend. Remember to set the BNP on Auto Download after you subscribe. I appreciate you all. Let"s Activate the human spirit! FAIR USE DISCLAIMER: Section 107 of the Copyright Act of 1976 allows for “fair use” for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, education and research. "The good things of prosperity are to be wished; but the good things that belong to adversity are to be admired." - Lucius Annaeus Seneca