Essay from Jorabayeva Ezoza Otkir

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Water and fire 

Since time immemorial, the four elements of the world – water, fire, earth and air – have been highly revered among the people. According to the story, fire and water have their own history. Thousands of years ago, these two elements lived without conflict and respected each other. Water did not prevent the fire from burning cheerfully, did not extinguish it, and fire did not stop the water from flowing, did not evaporate it. Until feelings arise between them that other elements do not understand. This feeling that breaks the ties between them is Hate. Another elements analyzing this and the rest of they could not oppose this work, and they decided the Water that extinguished the Fire absorbed to the Earth, and the Fire that caused the Water to evaporate became incombustible without Air. Hate is such a subtle emotion that it can change the whole being. Hate is an emotion that leads to weakness and dependence and ends up being abstract. There is weakness as fire does not burn without air, and abstraction as water soaks into the soil.

Scientists say that all the objects around us are colorless. The green, red, blue and other colors that we see are all from our imagination. So, I want to say that how person looks to the environment, the environment looks like that to him. The positive and negative view is in our hands. They say that a cow collects milk and a snake collects poison from the same grass. If we make our thoughts and minds beautiful and enrich our thinking with wonderful things, we have the opportunity to make life beautiful not only for ourselves, but also for those around us. Therefore, as mentioned above, we should try to make our eyes and mind beautiful. Try what I said based on your own experience and may be you come to say “Thank you”.

Jorabayeva Ezoza Otkir was born on March 16, 2006 in Chirchik, Tashkent region. Secondary education. After graduating from the 28th general secondary school in the Qibray district of Tashkent region, in 2023 she became a student of the “Management of Culture and Art” field of the State Institute of Arts and Culture of Uzbekistan. participated with her article on the subject and was awarded with a certificate. In 2023, at the “Young border guards” military-sports competition held by the State Security Service of the Republic of Uzbekistan, she ran 100 meters and set a record with a result of 14.1 seconds, winning the nomination “The strongest girl”. 2nd place in the national stage of the “Patriots” military-sports competition among non-organized youth for the cup of the Minister of Defense under the slogan “Our National Army – in the eyes of the youth” for 2022, “Science researchers center” on December 20, 2023 took an active part in the “Student of the Year” competition, organized in cooperation with the scientific press center and the “Ziyoli pedagoglar” channel, and became the winner, awarded with a statuette and a certificate, within the framework of the 2024 neighborhood youth 5 initiative Olympiad, table tennis type of sport won the 1st place in the sector and district stages of the competition held on awarded. Her works have been published in international and republican magazines and newspapers.

Essay from Michael Robinson

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Poet Michael Robinson

Faith In Walking With Jesus

Scripture: Hebrews 11:6 (MSG) – “It’s impossible to please God without faith. Anyone who wants to approach God must believe both that he exists and that he cares enough to respond to those who seek him.”

Message: My Christian walk started in childhood. I felt alone in the middle of the street, not knowing where I was to go. I was about eight or so at the time.


I remember that night and the fear and the confusion and the uncertainty. My foster mother, Dee, spoke of Jesus often. In my fear and loneliness, Jesus came to me. I thought about dying. There were many times since then that I felt alone.


The tears often fell down my cheeks. Throughout the years I always prayed for God to “Help me!” I can only describe a sense of peace and comfort as I prayed. This feeling remains with me to this day at the age of sixty-seven.

I always thought that only God could give me the sense that I was not alone when I prayed my “Help me!” prayer. The comfort and peace and wholeness was strongest in the sanctuary of my heart.

Today, no matter where I am I know Jesus is walking with me. I often return to the sanctuary of my heart seeking His comfort and peace which came that night as a child standing on the corner. It is there where I still find His comfort, His peace and His guidance for which I am most grateful.

Prayer: My Heavenly Father who created me, You have given me Your Holy Son to walk with me throughout my life. You have never forsaken me, nor have You left me to die in the streets. You have poured out Your love for me and placed it in my heart. I praise You and vow to continue to love and cherish You for all eternity.


Amen.


					

Poetry from Oz Hartwick

Checking In

In the anteroom, the muzak’s too close for comfort. I mean, I can tolerate its sick-sweet breath at the rim of my ear, but I don’t want it in my head. Synthesised drums and a voice that could never identify all images containing traffic lights. A lyric tossed off by a minimum wage chatbot on a Friday afternoon. And why, after all, am I here, surrounded by fish tanks, and waist deep in picture papers from the early twentieth century? There was, I recall, a black-bordered invitation, an urgent but ambiguous phone call, and a tip-off from a carnival card reader who saw tall dark strangers and profound transformations. It was, perhaps, written in the stars at the bottom of my primary school homework. It’s all, of course, immaterial to the point of phantasm, as the muzak sticks on a low-pitched drone, and a small door opens with a sound like a breaking bone. In the darkness beyond, a dog’s eyes flash both welcome and warning.

The Sunrise Arc

The garden shifts when we turn away, with daffodils becoming dahlias, roses becoming rhododendrons, and other seemingly chance transformations governed by nothing but the laws of alliteration. The lawn becomes a lake, the paths become planets orbiting a star that, last time we looked, had been nothing but a snowdrop. And the glasshouse is a gas nebula some 700 light years from where we stand, fleeting nodes of awareness in the exhalation of spacetime. A black hole becomes a bee, humming its way from singularity to sunlight on purple petals. It is precisely fourteen steps to the gate and, 28 billion light years beyond that, Earendel shines a million times brighter than our humble Sun.

The La La Log

Having lately retired to a small village in the hills, I am struck by the shifts in what passes for real. Houses are painted like bathing huts and are larger on the inside than out, with each room opening onto fields and distant mountains, and staircases winding into clouds. Cobbled streets breathe like the spine of the serpent that circles the world, and car wheels spin in clear air so as not to wake it. Everyone exhibits aspects of the spectral, walking through walls and through each other, and speaking in dead languages which, though weighted with bulk and portent, approximate the harmony of angels. Signposts gesture to a glistening Yes, and time, as it said in the guidebooks I once dismissed as mere fantasy, runs backwards.

24/7

The chemist opens her heart to let the children in. Grazed knees and ears that ring like cracked church bells. Throats raw as condemned buildings. She doles out lint and lozenges, with gloved hands and loving eyes that say: Yes, I have sat alone, watching moths circle the antiseptic flame. Many burn, but those which survive are transformed for the remainder of their brief and beautiful lives. We are all sisters and brothers of the powdery wing; all flirtatious with the rush of extinction. The children all love her, kissing the hem of her white coat before erupting back into the sun. They will remember her when they have children of their own. They will remember her when their wings turn to dust.

Oz Hardwick is a European poet who stumbled into academia through not paying attention. He has published “a dozen or so” collections, most recently the chapbook Retrofuturism for the Dispossessed (Hedgehog Poetry Press, 2024). He has won many prizes, mostly for an extensive knowledge of 70s music trivia, but some for poetry. Oz is Professor of Creative Writing at Leeds Trinity University.

Essay from Federico Wardal

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“The Amazonian culture supports our life ” by Federico Wardal

Claudia M. Costa, with Latin and North American and Italian roots, through her travels, in the Amazon forest and indigenous populations of fundamental importance, has been combining for years deep spirituality, nature and health and visual and poetic art in a very strong and beneficial synergy. 

Here are some comprehensive answers from Claudia Costa, which deeply tell her very interesting Amazonian experience from 2019 to August 2024, with my comments on the synergies between spirit, art and nature, lost for millennia in our world and which it is time to integrate, in the total interest of our health, culture and better quality of life. 

Claudia Costa introduces for us: Yawanawa Dietas in the Brazilian Amazon

Acre is a state located in the North West region of Brazil where some of the most dense jungles of the Amazon forest are found. Along the Rio Gregorio lives an ancient Tribe known as the Yawanawa which means People of the wild boar. I’ve had the privilege of visiting them since fall of 2019 when I first went with a group during the inauguration of Sacred Village or Aldea Sagrada. This is where Chief Biraci Nixiwaka and his wife the first woman Paje Putanny reside along with their children and a few other members of their extended family. It’s a relatively smaller village with fewer than a hundred residents, all relatives of the Chief who carry the Shamanic lineage inherited by blood. They are descended from the best hunters, woodworkers, herbal foragers and healers and they take this work very seriously while still maintaining a playful nature. “ 

Here Claudia Costa, did her first Kambo diet or Kapü diet in Sacred Village where she asked Nixiwaka permission to work with his nephew who became her teacher and their frog medicine. She also had the honor more recently of doing her Mama dieta in Nova Esperança village which is an hour downstream from Aldea Sagrada.

An experience that Claudia says changed her life, regenerating it also from a spiritual point of view.

“The tribe’s signature phrase is “So Alegria” or “Only joy” which they yell at the peak of the effects of the medicine during their Ayahuasca or Uni ceremonies. When the “Força” or mind-altering peak gets very strong they yell, “Segura Firme” or “Hold on tight” a phrase coined by the chief of “Nova Esperança” or “New Hope” Village named Iskukua. He’s one of Nixiwaka’s thirty-six children, eighteen boys and eighteen girls. Putanny is the mother of four of his youngest children. Their youngest son Mukaveine is also known as Caçiquiño or Little Chief as he is next in succession for leadership. In addition to Sacred Village Nixiwaka is also the Main Caçique for all ten Villages though each also has their own leadership, such as Rasu in Mutum Village about two hours downstream and Shaneihu Chief of Yawarani Village. “

Mutum, Claudia says, is a popular place for celebrities and entrepreneurs to visit but she has found the sister villages of Nova Esperança and Aldea Sagrada to be exceptionally traditional and therefore more aligned with her needs. 

Row of small wooden homes with thatched grass roofs in an area with grass and leafy trees. A few clouds and a rainbow in the sunny sky.

In these two villages they place more emphasis on their ancestral language and herbal healing, both of which pique her interest. 

And here the musical dimension joins the rest to enhance the healthy aspect.

Their wisdom is said to be handed down through music especially when these songs are learned during their ritual rites of passage known as Dietas or Samakei in their language. During this time one doesn’t drink water, have sex or sensual thoughts, there’s no eating salt, sweets, fruit or oil. There are exceptions with fruits that aren’t sweet such as Açai berry known here as Panaiça or a tart fleshy relative of the cacao called Cupuaçou. Lemon and lime are ok too along with Passion Fruit. Each dieta is different and they are considered a spiritual sacrifice allowing one time to self reflect in isolated introspection without the distractions of life’s carnal pleasures. When embarking on most of these one has to have some period of isolation with the exception of the Kambo dieta. The others vary and the teacher or teachers are always checking in on the student so it’s not really complete isolation, more a time for a concentrated one on one study.

Diets serve to purify the body and here are some:

Kambo or Kapü – is a frog medicine used for cleansing the body, mind and soul especially in preparation for other dietas. It can range anywhere from two weeks to a month long depending on how many applications were received during a moon cycle.

No fruits or sweets are consumed and primarily lemon water is drunk. It does not require any isolation and tests one’s will power by resisting the sweet temptations of the world around you. 

Mama – is corn or yucca blended slurry also known as Caiçuma that is the main thick nourishing liquid consumed. The ancestral yellow corn (Sheke), or in the autumn the mandioca or yucca root (Atsa) are boiled to make the Caiçuma beverage. It’s meant to prepare one for other dietas, connect you to the dream realm and with the plants. This dieta lasts one month during which time minimal food is eaten. It requires three days of isolation in the beginning. No water can be drunk for two weeks after which açai juice, lemon water and cinnamon tea are ok.

Nanna or Genipapo – is a dark bluish black skin paint which can also be drunk to achieve a mind altering and cleansing process. It’s a form of deep spiritual protection. It comes from a palm fruit which is grated then pressed to produce the dark dye. It’s applied all over the body except the pelvic area and reapplied during the entirety of the dieta. It turns darker with time until almost black then fades to a dark blue. During the other dietas Nanna is also used to paint ornate patterns on the face or body which are meant to guard the participant from negative forces. This dieta is a minimum of three months and isolation is required in the beginning.

Light skinned woman paints her face in intricate patterns of a black dye. She's in a wooden building with a thatched root.

Muka – Their most sacred plant which is a long brown root. Its tall bush produces a long pod. The name Muka means bitter and provides connection with the world of the Yuxin or spirits. It is meant to show the energy in the environment and people’s bodies when doing their healing prayers. It’s the longest of the dietas after which one is considered a Paje or spiritual elder. This plant teaches the Paje how to work with the Vukush or prayers blown on the back of the head and over the heart along other parts of the body as well depending on the healing needed. This dieta lasts a minimum of one year and usually requires complete isolation in the initial stages. 

Runa – Is the snake dieta where the saliva from a water Boa is extracted after which it’s consumed by the Paje. The serpent is then released and the Paje remains connected to it through the spirit world. The snake then guides them for the rest of their lives through the physical and ethereal realms. This dieta is at least one year long and requires isolation. 

Claudia continues: “ Mama – is corn or yucca blended slurry also known as Caiçuma that is the main thick nourishing liquid consumed. The ancestral yellow corn (Sheke), or in the autumn the mandioca or yucca root (Atsa) are boiled to make the Caiçuma beverage. It’s meant to prepare one for other dietas, connect you to the dream realm and with the plants. This dieta lasts one month during which time minimal food is eaten. It requires three days of isolation in the beginning. No water can be drunk for two weeks after which açai juice, lemon water and cinnamon tea are ok.

Xinaya , Claudia says ,  is a person with knowledge and another name for Paje. Even after the completion of these dietas one is not truly considered a Xinaya until after years or decades of practice and proving one’s humility and healing abilities. 

Here clearly the concept of humility in connection with healing is introduced.

Sunset or sunrise, yellow and peach sun behind hazy clouds and leafy trees.

And then : “ Egos are kept in check and it’s considered distasteful to be boastful or use one’s power in the wrong way. “ 

Therefore if non-humility does not satisfy healing, an excessive EGO uses power in a wrong way: the combination of the two aspects, therefore, leads to disease .

In the following Claudia’s paragraph, the basic themes of catharsis, of the purification of encounters, of the action of tobacco, as a masculine value, which helps in prayer since ancient times, to recall upon oneself, healthy and positive energy, are discussed.

Claudia tells  : “ There are also specialized shorter dietas recommended after drinking Uni which is their name for Ayahuasca and even Rapeh to help connect one more to those sacred plants. Uni is consumed frequently during all of the dietas above to connect one to the spirit world, their environment and their own intuition. Rapeh is a tobacco snuff which is made by mixing dry and powdered tobacco leaf with the ash of a tree called Tsunu. It’s used to focus and cleanse as well as to pray by placing an intention before blowing the tobacco in the nose. This is done with a Kuripe or self blower or sometimes with a Tepi or two person blower where one receives the fine powder on one end as another person blows on the mouthpiece. This is one way to share the essence and knowledge of the person blowing it by the recipient so ideally it’s done by someone whom you have a very strong connection with. The process is only slightly mind altering or more accurately described can make one dizzy. Spitting or blowing your nose after provides a sense of release both spiritually and physically. The intention is made before each nostril is blown by communicating with the tobacco silently. After a brief period of lightheadedness one feels focused and overall lighter.

There is sometimes a purge after depending on the quantity consumed and the strength of the blow. It can stimulate bowels or make one sweat profusely often invoking an emotional release. Spiritually tobacco is considered a gateway towards communicating with other plants therefore talking with the tobacco is also a guide in teaching one to pray with this ancient masculine spirit. Rapeh is said to be one of the oldest ways to pray or sit with tobacco long before it was smoked. It makes much more sense to consume it frequently in the humid climate of the Amazon where bacteria and respiratory conditions can be more prevalent in the sinuses. It is also used to make one’s awareness more keen which is extremely necessary in the high risk environment of the Amazon jungle . “ 

Let’s talk about Kambo again, a medicine of which Claudia Costa is a special expert

Kambo is a frog medicine extracted from Waxy or Monkey tree frog, Phyllomedusa bicolor.

This substance contains peptides which are an incredible healing tool against cancer, dementia, immune deficiencies, hormone imbalance, inflammation, infertility, viruses, bacteria, fungus and lethargy among other ailments. 

Claudia tells : “ The Chief’s descendants are the only ones allowed to apply Kambo or Kapü in Yawanawa territory. Knowing all of this I humbly asked permission to work with his nephew who is the current Kambo elder. In Yawanawa tradition your teacher is kept secret so I won’t reveal his name here. Chief Nixiwaka granted it to me under the condition that I do everything exactly as taught to me. 

In indigenous bureaucracy, it is difficult to get permission before undertaking any serious work or collaborating with anyone in the tribe.

The Brazilian mining and logging industry has a bad reputation of trespassing indigenous territories and taking resources without permission so the tribal leaders are the guardians in charge of making sure that doesn’t happen on their watch. “ 

The Healing Value of Music and the Sugar-Free Diet : Claudia says in this last paragraph confirms some aspects of our cultural knowledge, but certainly broadens it .

“Through my teacher I have learned not just Kambo but basically got an immersion of their entire culture including the language. His son is teaching me their chants or Saitis as they’re known here along with the guitar which is a new instrument for me. I picked it up while trying to heal my wrist fracture to build back my finger and hand strength. During my Mama dieta I had alternating language and music lessons every day where I was taught the complex pronunciation of their phrases and chants. I immersed myself in this while abstaining from life’s subtle pleasures. The most difficult part I thought would be not being able to drink water but I was wrong. It was actually being surrounded by fruit trees at peak season without being able to eat any of the nature’s bounty that surrounded me. It makes total sense to abstain from sugars, even natural ones. The bacteria in the body feeds off of it therefore not consuming them for an extended period resets your body on a cellular level. Though I tend to go down this more scientific way of thinking, the truth is it’s a spiritual sacrifice which is just as important as doing it for health reasons. It’s aligned with the indigenous concept of reciprocity where one has to give in order to receive. The last day of my dieta my teacher’s daughter prepared and gave me my plant bath. Afterwards I received the Vukush prayer from him which felt very powerful. 

Thank you Yawanawa tribe! Haux Haux.

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Poem by Claudia Costa 

Tributaries of the Amazon 

Rio Gregorio leads me towards the ancient 

wisdom of the Yawanawa tribe

upon its clay-colored waters

The air fills my lungs with its thick humid breath

We slowly snake down the river 

mimicking the Anaconda’s slithering patterns

Drops splash us from above and below 

as we avoid the driftwood and sandbars

Vultures soar showing off their majestic wingspan

while gliding in resonance with the earth’s magnetic field

Tall grass grows on layers of sand and clay 

Bird nests resemble baskets hanging from the tallest trees

The rain stops and the sun beats down its warm rays upon my skin

Small palm frond thatch roofed huts peek from behind the foliage every so often

as the children wave at us

Fluffy nebular sky scape ahead of us and above

We descend upon the warm sand. 

Essay from Z.I. Mahmud

The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats

Critically examine close reading of W.B. Yeats’s postmodern poetry The Second Coming.

(Black and white image of an older white man seated at a table with books)

Twentieth-century heroically humanist W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming is a symbolic incarnation” of the imagination of resurrection allegorically satirizing the pathogenic cycle of the historical First World War nationalistic spirit of the Irish independence movement and coterminous flu pandemic enmeshed within Christian imageries.

The Messianic Saviour of humanity’s salvation, Jesus Christ, although redeems as a prolific resurrectionist transfiguration of crucified atonement within Biblical tradition, nonetheless, which Yeats majestically inverts as mental apparitions of the eschatological apocalypse. This is starkly evident in the poetic lines by the allegorical personification of the beast’s rebirth in the dismal gloom of dystopian anarchic Jerusalem “And what rough beat, its hour come round at last, / Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?” Yeats’s envisioning of poetic voice and pictorial shroud heralds dramatic, visionary, aesthetic, elegiac, lyric and philosophic language in accord to macabre of ending the ceremony of innocence, the end of Christian dispensation and the desecration of the divine destination heritage site of Bethlehem. 

Lion’s body and humans’ head Urizenic mythical beast is that ultimate sinisterish gothicism of “That twenty years of stony sleep/ Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,” as foreshadowed by revival of the sphinx’s second coming. Furthermore, the penchant of this demoniac spirited cherubim reincarnation illustrates the failure of the French Revolution and the failure of Jesus Christ’s sacrifice. The moral satire of the aristocratic elitist upper class sophistication with fascism implicates the death of spiritualism despite the advent of Christ’s resurrection in view of the redemptive quest for salvation.  

“Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world./ The blood dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere/ The ceremony of innocence is drowned.”  After all the heroic return of Jesus’s reincarnation of the resurrectionist spirit is replaced by the poet laureate with the advent of a grotesque beast, the Egyptian Sphinx. And this gossamery of the Christian revelation has drowned the ceremony of innocence by a bloody trench war over a community of civilization. Modernity has divided into the world with the sunken titanic and widespread disenchantment, violence and extremism, bloodshed of massacred lives have been mystically visualized by The Second Coming.

The quagmire of Second Coming is an apocalypse collapse of civilization into anarchy furthermore is heralded by the verbosity of “That twenty centuries of stony sleep /Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,” enmeshed by devastation of things falling apart and the center cannot hold. Twenty centuries had elapsed since the crucifixion and promised return of Jesus Christ. However, the sphinxlike creature in its stony sleep has been poised in the desert, awaiting the time when it will be unleashed upon the earth. 

The Beast of Apocalypse is a slough of despond for these derailed and directionless everyman Christians personified falcons from their Christ figure in the personified abstraction of the Falconer. Thus the massacre of innocents by Herod and possibly the ceremony of baptism is evoked by the drowning of innocent provincial lives with the sea of a blood bath by the surreal demonic Anti Christ. Falcon is a manifestation of symbolic allegorical colonial Ireland harbouring the Irish nationalist rebels, reactionaries and revolutionaries as implied by the worst full of conviction.

On the contrary Falconer is a manifestation of symbolic allegorical British Isles and Britannic kingdom whilst their productivity and efficacy diminishes as implied in the poetic diction the best lack all conviction. Furthermore The Great World War I, The Russian Revolution, Ester Rising 1916 underscore the politico socioeconomic allegorical inferences permeated throughout the poem.   

Further Reading

Kremen. R Kathryn, Yeats’s Secularization of Christian Events pp. 272-74, The Imagination of the Resurrection: The Continuity of Religious Motif in Donne, Blake and Yeats

Kremen. R Kathryn, Yeats’s Subjectification of Religious Language: Three Poetic Examples, pp. 281, 283, The Imagination of the Resurrection: The Continuity of Religious Motif in Donne, Blake and Yeats

Tabor College Library Hillsboro Kansas, Internet Archive, Yeats Harold Bloom, Michael Robartes and the Dancer, The Second Coming, pp. 317-325

Selected Poems W.B. Yeats, York Notes Advanced, A Norman Jeffares, pp. 43-44