Soul Of My Ancestor © Surazeus 2025 04 04 In my heart I feel soul of my ancestor wise Puritan Poet-Witch Anne Bradstreet who sailed the ocean blue in Sixteen Thirty to write magic spells in the misty woods where ghosts of Massachusetts natives sing eerie lamentations by moon-white ponds. While ancestors of mad seer Robert Lowell, descended from sister of Anne Bradstreet, stayed within the staid Boston Brahmin world, where he transformed into wild Caliban, my ancestors journeyed west to Idaho two hundred years in wagon trains of hope. Escaping gloomy streets of Boston maze, shrouded by grim Puritan moral code, my ancestors walked in the wilderness on signless roads toward hills of singing ghosts to find the Promised Land of Paradise that flows with milk and honey of hard work. Hawk-eyed pioneers, in tanned buckskin pants, warm coonskin caps, and beaded leather boots, clutched flintlock rifles and sharp tomahawks as they lead wagon trains through rolling hills far west across wind-swept prairies of prayers along the Oregon Trail of new faith. Three hundred years later in Palouse hills I walk in small university town at the far western edge of ancient Rome, and see Solaria Sun Spider Goddess transform to Tenth Muse of America Anne Bradstreet floating on Takoma peak. Extending hand of wisdom to my heart, Anne, dressed as Athena, gives me her quill of raven feather with blank book of dreams, and names me Surazeus Astarius to wake spirit of Ishtar in my heart so I write spells that chronicle the times. As member of her ancient tribe of poets, with Sir Philip Sydney, Edwin Robinson, Oliver Wendell Holmes, and Robert Lowell, I wake with spirit of our Mother Witch to strum the heart-strung lyre of Mercury and sing epic poem of philosophers. While Anne Bradstreet stands in long Sibyl robe, bearing Torch of Freedom and Book of Truth, I journey east from Oregon to find origin of my spirit in dark woods lit by pure vision of her loving eyes to chronicle rise of Zarathia.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Friday, April 4, 2025
Soul Of My Ancestor
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Orpheus teaches Surazeus how to play the lyre of Mercury and sing epic verse to chronicle the history of humanity.
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