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Stellar Interiori

‘...One becomes Two, Two becomes Three...
And out of the Third comes One as the Fourth...’
- Mary the Prophetess.

77 Plate One of Duvet’s Apocalypse.

The Apocalypse of St John serves as more than just a Coda for the New Testament.
Its constant cycling and re-cyclying of ‘sevens’ also re-works the creation of Genesis, subsequent Hebraic festal traditions and the calendrical speculations of the Prophets.
We give below a taste of the seven-fold structure which runs throughout the whole of the mighty work…

“It was on the island of Patmos.
I was meditating on the seventh day when I heard behind me a voice as of many waters, “I am the beginning and end, first and the last.”

I turned to see who it was that spoke and I saw a figure resembling the Son of Man.
He was standing in the middle of seven golden candlesticks.
His beard and his hair were like white wool
His eyes were flames of fire.
His countenance was bright, as the sun when it shines at its height.
He was clothed in a long white robe.
About his breast went a golden girdle.
In his right hand he held seven stars.

His words rang out of his mouth clearly with the poignancy of a double-edged sword:

“I am he that lives and was dead.
I possess the keys to death and hell.
I shall live forever more.”

I fell down at his feet and they were like fine-brass forged in a furnace.

He laid his hands upon me, “You must write down all you see in a book, and send it
to the Seven Churches of Asia.
Let all the churches know that I am he who searches the reins of the heart and gives to every one, according to their works. Tell them to remember from whence they have fallen, to return to their first love lest I come upon them like a thief and remove their candlestick from its place, thus speaks the ‘Amen’: ‘I know your works, I know that you have a name, I know that you live, and yet, you are as the dead!’

To the guardian of the Church of Ephesus write,
‘He that is the beginning and end, first and the last says this:
‘I know your labours and your patience, yet this I have against you, that you love the Deeds of the Nicolaitans which I hate.
Turn within!
For to those that overcome the tribulations of the world will I give to eat of the tree of life which is in the paradise of God. Let those with ears hear the words of the Spirit.’”…

– Revelation.

The Kabbalah is a Ten not an Eleven.
The Octave is a Seven not an Eight.
The Tetragrammaton is a Three and not a Four.
The World is without but also within.

The Word is a Whole; the Not-Whole is the World.
How to make the World Whole?
‘Turn within.’

Metanoia…

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 Future and Past?

Our Cube of Space constantly turns or flips.
One moment the Future holds sway
The next moment the Past.

The Past and Future are
‘Death and Hell’
The Old and the New,
But what of the True?

Where is the Present?
Where is the Now?
Where is the Spirit?

Within.

To be present is to be centred within…

Within is a Temple:
A temple is a Church;
A church is a Kirk:
A kirk is a Circle…

…But what kind of circle can be considered a Star?

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Niall of the Nine…

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When young, Niall and his four step-brothers, Brian, Fiachra, Ailill and Fergus were given weapons by a smith and sent out hunting to prove their arms.

After losing their way in a forest, the five youths lit a fire to cook the game they had killed, and Fergus went in search of drinking water.

He came to a well guarded by a monstrous Black-Hag who would grant him the use of the well only on condition he gave her a kiss.

Fergus fled screaming…

Each of his three brothers in turn undertook the same errand but only Fiachra deigned to give the Black-Hag the merest brush of a kiss for which he was promised, in return, the merest of contacts with Tara.

Faced with the self same challenge, Niall kissed and embraced the Black-Hag who, when he looked again, had changed into the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Who are you?” asked Niall.

“I am Sovereignty,” replied the woman, “and your seed shall be over every clan.”

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Cusp of the Moon IV…

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When ravens

In battle-torment

For torn-flesh fight…

 Morvran, my horse

Firm-hoofed in stance

 Is indisposed to flight.

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 Splendid my saddle

  And bright never sore

Polished my ring,

  Blameless, pure.

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 When ravens

Over battle-field

Scream for strife…

Dormath my hound

Noses the green floor

His red gaze to ground.

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Escort am I

For the grave

East to West

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North to South

Alive am I,

Safe in death…

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Savebury…

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“So here’s to you, Mr Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you can know…”

“You have no idea just how many times I have heard that.”

“Sorry, still, at least we now have your attention.”

“And having got my attention?”

“Ah, you are everything we hoped you would be, but are you more?”

“There’s only one way to find out…”

“Rumour has it, that there are stones bigger than those now visible on the surface, still buried at Avebury.”

“Does it, indeed. Leave it with me and I’ll see what I can do…”

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Stretch…

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“So, how long is a stretch?”

“Long as a piece of string, I guess.”

“Sorry, that’s the wrong question.”

“And the correct question is?”

“Give me a second, okay, got it. How old is a stretch?”

“You may need to elaborate.”

“Sometimes, when I’m lying in bed…”

“Do we need to know this?”

“Yes, it’s important… sometimes, when I’m lying in bed just before going to sleep… I stretch, and turn, and curl up into the foetal position… and go out like a light.”

“Ah, well in that case, a stretch is probably older than mankind itself.”

“Told you it was important.”

“I’m waiting…”

“Oh, I see… how old is that?”

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Thor’s Cave III…

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“All this cave hopping,” said Butch.

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“I know, it’s good isn’t it,” laughed Serafina.

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“All this cave hopping makes the Old World New again.”

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“One might almost call it initiatory.”

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“I’m saying nothing,” said Brown Rabbit once more disappearing into the cave.

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Thor’s Cave…

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Had there been any doubt about where we were going next…

Which there wasn’t.

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For once, our destination proved quite easy to get to.

A car park was suggested by the guidebook and in the car park were easy to follow directions.

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Not too far away to be too uncomfortable.

But just far enough away to deter commercialisation.

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These are all metaphors.

And the metaphors continued at the mouth of the cave.

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Whose approach to the interior provided an effective deterrent against the casual tourist.

But not to us because we are not.

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The thing about caves…

You never want them to end…

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But they always do.

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Which is why we deal in metaphysics.

The way beyond the end of the earth is Geometry.

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Which does not so much measure the earth.

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As inform it…

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The Beauty of Corners…

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“Well, that could have been worse,” conceded Butch, settling back onto his customary perch with a slither of leathery wings.

“The beauty of corners,” soothed Serafina, doing likewise, “is that one never quite knows what’s around the other side.”

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“The same could be said of holes in the ground,” chimed Brown Rabbit studying his pocket watch like it told more than the time.

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“I think he is talking about burrows,” twinkled Serafina.

“Aren’t holes in the ground merely the entrance to burrows,” growled Butch.

“Not necessarily,” smiled Brown Rabbit, and skipped off around the cove.

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“Here we go again,” laughed Serafina, taking to the air in pursuit.

“No rest for the wicked,” grumbled Butch, reluctantly following suit.

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