Parapsychology - Who Is Abaris?

 

A famous magician and Scythian high priest of Apollo.

He flatteringly sung Apollo's praises, and the god granted him a golden arrow with which he could fly through the air like a bird.

As a result, he was dubbed the Aerobate by the Greeks.

Pythagoras, his student, took the arrow from him and used it to do many amazing feats.

Abaris could predict the future, calm storms, cure sickness, and go days without eating or drinking.

He sculpted a figure of Minerva from Pelops' bones, which he sold to the Trojans as a heavenly talisman.

This was the fabled Palladium, which guarded and made impenetrable the town in which it resided.

~ Kiran Atma

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When I Saw You Near...

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Lady Moon bright and serene,

Lend us your blessings,

Let your light surround us.

Surround us Goddess,

Surround us with your Love. .

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P.S 

~When I Saw You Near...~ .

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Oh, ascendant Moon

When I saw you there

Resplendent flare, waxed gibbous

In the shadow of my setting star 

The woods are burning

Earth tide is turning

When I saw you near

In the shadow of the setting Sunlight

I couldn't resist your tender.. silver... kiss

Tears of pearls like the silent drift

Of petals and love from some magic rose;

When I saw you near

I'm glad to make you & my shadow into friends

You look so beautiful

Three in one I know we'll meet again & You'll look so beautiful

Shown affection by 

The cool breeze of the night

You'll look so beautiful

With every valiant step you take

Wear the dusk as your armor

The moment my heart got a grip of you

You can't hide from me that heart so pure

The sweet soft kiss of those Silver lips

Dear Moon, full and bright

Drive those tides insane tonight

When I see you near

Show me things like.. witnessing 

The beauty of this universe 

All at once in your eyes

Dear lustrous orb of silver light

Cloudy skies for weeks have veiled 

Thy brilliance from my eyes

But tonight I see thy glowing face 

Cool breeze caressed by your Silver rays 

Once more as in the past

I bask and bathe ripe in moonlight 

Watching Shadows play upon the grass. & You look so beautiful

Tonight, When I sleep neath your magic light 

Inside your lunar womb

The fragrant breeze of your memory 

Gathers the sweetest taste

Oh lustrous orb of silver light

As ripe and real 

As the memories we made

Let your moonbeams touch my soul & You shall look so beautiful and whole again... .

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~ Jai Krishna Ponnappan .

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