heather harmon
Warrior Poet
these times are meant for remembering
the revolution is within and
poetry
is the language of the soul
come stand in the portal
and swim in the waters
that remind us
Egypt softens me
The density of the wisdom
The harshness of the sun
The sustenance of the Nile
The timelessness of the land
The vastness of the clouds
The languid shuffle of the people
The commitment to the 42 ideals of Ma-at
The shadows in my heart
The poison transformed
The offerings on the altars
The sunrise on the horizon
The marrow in my bones
Sways like the rhythm of the faluka boat
And I unravel myself to the possibility
That softness is my path to power.
Kemet is the land of remembering
It is the intelligence of everything
It is every time and space collapsed into a portal of awareness
That - it- all, has always been
And we are just waking up to remember
what we have always known
And time stands still under the heavens that hold us
As we chant in the chambers and absorb the information
Of the hallowed and etched walls
Under the big soft sun
that emanates the hope for the dawn of the new era.
The human being has forever searched
for meaning & explanation
for where they came from,
why are they here,
and to where do they go when it’s over.
We think it matters
and we think if we ascribe meaning
it becomes important, and the reality is,
it’s just a matter of perception
and truth is an enigma.
Raise the Djed
It is time for the raising of the djed, - the new portal to the everlasting potential of man and woman to claim through forgiveness and hope.
Kings chamber
When I lie down in the sarcophagus the light of the darkness descends around me and a new understanding illuminates the nothing that is everything.
Where the gods meet us
That divine space between here and there. The softness where the marrow seeps from the bone and the tenderness where the horizon meets the sun as the colors melt into a gentle tapestry: that is the liminal space where the gods meet us with offerings and hearts of love challenging us to the new day: Victorious is forever our destiny in their eyes.
Egypt asks us to see the mystery of the ages,
and to accept the wisdom that the meaning of life is not the process of preserving the afterlife,
but loving the juicy moment we are in.
You came to me in a vision and I wept to witness the story written in your eyes that undid the strings of time into a new dimension that lets us know the truth, that we are free if we choose to be.
Come sit in the portal
What came to be
was an unfurling from the timeless mysteries,
the questions that have always been asked.
The human condition pushes us to examine our fragility
and to imagine our invincibility
can be bought with pillars to the stars.
Beneath layers of sand there are the repeated questions,
and the answer
is in the knowing that these things
have always been asked.
To know the truth
is to sit with the presence of the moment
which is both eternal and non-existent at the same time.
We are always
and
never have been
simultaneously
the effect of the perception we hold at the moment.
Death is just a portal to the next iteration of reality.
And I am not afraid of it;
life is so sweet and the dance is so magical
and the act of creation is moving through my womb in orchestration of the impact of my soul’s purpose.
There is no time for those performatory people who are stuck in the passion of their own ego to dance wildly sucking from the incense and wailing at the door of the shrine to make examples of their righteousness; give me the quiet ones who use less words and more kindness to others to show who they really are.
The time has come for the women to rise up, but not to take their place from the men. This is the moment for the retribution of forgiveness and healing of the ages, and to move with open hearts next to the men in collaboration, united as the divine creators we were intended to be, together.
The Paradox
Therein lies the continuous paradox
In this land where the past present and future all collapse
That we might contemplate the meaning of life in the codes embedded in walls that can’t be understood with modern technology
While we stand upon more mysteries than answers
Yet we feel the truth seeping through the atmosphere of the portals we gather in
And the information is absorbed like a frequency
Khemet brings more questions than answers
And to be this confused feels like absolute clarity.
Poems From the Temples of Kemet
Abydos
I succumb
Pulses of light
Recalibrate
Frequencies
Recoding
An upgrade
Initiation
To the fifth sun
Sekhmet
The truth of light and dark
Destruction and restoration
Great chasm of pain
To the transformation
Yielding at her feet
Yearning for healing
Laser through to truth
Righteous heart
Obscure pain
Falling to my knees
Prayers released
Rising into the gravity
Of my womb’s early blood
Signal to soften
Deeply within
The dark interior
That contains my grief
Yet withholds my power.
Karnak
The silent tears of the women fall
Releasing the past into the cracks of the earth
When the men circle the stone of Ra
And raise the djed of liberation
To allow the way forward
In collaboration
Weaving a future without competition
But of allowing and expanding
The inner strength of women
From the outer strength of men
Screaming from the fall of patriarchy
As the tears fall like rain from the essence of every soul
Carrying the heartbeat of remembrance
Across the lifetimes of separation
To heal the wounds and resurrect
All humanity to be woven as it was intended
From the dawn of creation.
Esna
The essence of mystery resides in Esna
Sacred faith in the unknown
Primordial story across all time
Buried in a grave to protect its magic
And to whisper the truth into the sand
That contains its secrets.
The weight of it sucks my breath
As my heart explodes against my closed eyes
My DNA codes again into the new song
As the sand blows in the breeze releasing the magic again.
Philae
We are in the shedding
We are in the final phase
This is not the burning down of the patriarchy
It’s the ritual of harmonization
Of collaboration and weaving
Of recognizing that we all stand here
United as one, and without gender
For we have all been on all sides
Across our lifetimes.
We remember.
We hold ourselves responsible.
We hold each other accountable
And we deeply forgive.
In this moment
We are called to let go of what has claimed it’s place through fear.
We let go of that which has not yet been released,
From our father’s fathers,
Our grandmothers, and mothers
7 generations forward and backwards
We release the violence and aggression and oppression and hatred
Our own acts and those that have been inflicted upon us
Realizing that holding on to the past
Has only kept us divided and separate from the glorious manifestation
That is our divine and intended rite as men and women of light.
Edfu
Humbled in the presence of the temple of remembering
I unwrap the armor of my heart to release and surrender to the softening of my spirit to the truth of my existence through the ages.
In this place of the Shemsuhor, the timeless wisdom of the ages descends and awakens the truth.
Through our devotion we remember the duality threads through the essence of our existence and in this truth through the conflict with the ego we find our victory to be crowned with the purpose with which we were intended to claim for our soul from the dawn of time.
In this place this truth is held in the walls and energized by the light and received by the descendants of the wisdom carriers, as we press our forehead into the wall of time and receive the codes
that we might cast the light of truth in resurrecting the sacred rituals of healing throughout the lands.
Kom Ombo
The pile of gold is a weight upon us
And the truth is found through facing fears
The triumph of emerging
From shadow to light
From our fears to our greatness
From the depths of our darkness
To the truth of the essence of everything.These walls hold the wisdom of the medicine of the ages
Papyrus falls through the holes in the walls
To reveal the prescription for wellness through wholeness
Dipping below the surface to stay steady in stillness
The darkness like a cloak pressures against eyelids that see the unseen
And the awakening fuses everything together in the waters of life.
Abu Ghurab (Ra)
Alabaster mystery
Disappeared obelisk
Temple to the sun
Sacrifice to the light
Download of consciousness
Infinite wisdom
From the rays of light.
Saqqara
Down down down the spiral
Into the depths of the underworld
Taking the journey below
To transform from death into life
That which resonates in the frequencies
Embedded in these walls from all time
Down down down into the tunnels
Opening up into vortexes of sound and light
To sing and speak the languages of the stars
Pressing our bodies against these stones
That contain the resonance of the wisdom of the past
Down down down I lie down
Inside the keyhole that holds the truth
That my own resonance is the medicine
I need to step out of my own grave
And spiral up up up into the light
Awakening my consciousness
And resurrecting my life.
Great Pyramid
There are more questions than answers
And it doesn’t matter
The geometry and pythagorean theorems
The angles and attribution to the essence of Pi
The measures and the speed of light
The octaves of precision and the sound vibrations
The 2.3 million stacks of stone
The articulation to the stars and constellations
The orientation and existence to the cardinal points
Deep below in the center of the earth
In the magnitude of silence
And the weight of pervasive darkness
Are the answers I seek.
Sphinx
Dreaming at the paws of portal to the hall of records
Swaying between this world and that dimension
Under the brilliance of Jupiters light
Our soul’s weave a dream together
To know
To dare
To will
To keep silent
In the truth we found at the portals we have stood at
In ceremony to the healing of humanity
At this time where we sit at the dawn of our awakening
Carrying our light forward
As the great Ra’s rays break across the horizon.
Sedona, channeled from the Door of the Ant, 2025
In the unraveling of time
the precipice of this moment precludes all prior understanding
and yet this moment has always been.
We are remembering what we have always known
and coming into an awakening that we have carried in our genetic strands
encoded with the truth that this is the very essence
of what we have been living
and dying
and returning for.
Each shift has allowed and created the experience required,
such that we come to the fullness of our own divinity.
We are in it together- there is no division,
just an illusion of us and them
that we shall choose not to participate in.
This moment quakes beneath the collective soul
and vibrates the frequency of truth that calls us home
to the shared thread that weaves us all together as one.There is no fear here- only hope that resonates with the beats of our hearts.And the grandchildren of this time shall be called to seek the elders
in reverence to unlock the sacred remembrance
that will shine the discovery of the answers-
for they are the pharaohs of our time
ushering humanity into its next era
and with humility to the wise ones who carry the codes
they will shine the way.What else needs to be known?It’s that we are going to be ok, but not without great suffering and loss.
Carry hope and lean into the other Hopefuls
and weave a blanket of protection
from the twelve constellations around the planet
and sing the songs that beat the drums of remembrance together.
This is important.Return home and be calm.
Do not be anxious.
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poetry is the medicine for these times and the medium of the prophecy for the awakening of humanity. ~ heather harmon, warrior poet
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