An experiment in an audio-ing a labyrinth;  tangling and untangling the thwarted pathways of a mythopoetisised history towards a transformational fire ritual.

How to weave a story into being when I am caught, tangled in the middle
How to reach the crux when the wyrding way turns me about and about and I know the point is far away. And I have to crawl on bandaged knee to get there
How to share a journey when you were never there to feel the stony ground
What rough beast is waiting, waiting to be born in the embers
When were they burned?

The task of the wild woman is to open and be opened
The doors of perception are always just beyond reach but a constant cycle of life death life, of re-initiation will bestow many keys
The labyrinth will determine the correct key
And you are the whole

The task of the wild woman is to open eyes and open thighs and allow the light to pour in

To pull the thread and follow around the walkways

Then gather it all together and weave the tapestry of her own existence

To gather dead stuff, lay it down, sing over it, breathe from the vagas enraptured soul and begin again, remake the broken body and sing the old song until it is new.

We travel through time and space while we listen

You my friend and I

I guide you and you guide me

Maybe by the end of you listening to me I will have the answers

Includes binaural recordings, headphone listening welcomed.