Monthly Archives: August 2017

The Mind of The Virgin Queen

The Silent Eye

Is it possible to go back in time and see into the minds of monarchs who played a key role in a country’s development? Given it is so long ago, how difficult would it to do this for the Elizabethan age?

This is our task for the Silent Eye’s spring workshop 2018: “The Jewel in the Claw’. The jewel is the emerging spirit of tolerance that Elizabeth, the self-styled virgin-queen, engendered; the claw is the nature of the forces of ignorance that still plague us in the twenty-first century every bit as much as did they did in 1588, the year that the mighty Spanish Armada was defeated by a combination of English naval courage and our equally fabled weather; and Elizabeth I finally achieved a degree of security.

That security had been a long time coming: twenty-nine years, to be exact, the length of time between her coronation, in…

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The plight of Black-Conn…

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I, alone with

White Feline

Each of us

One of a kind

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Her mind on

Hunting, set

Mine is on my

Pet subject

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What a curious

Thing to see

Kept at task

So glad, we’ll be

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Housed together

We sit and find

Grand amusements

For our mind

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She with eye

Pressed to a nook

Me with nose

Buried in a book

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When the mouse

Peeks from its den

Swift and sly

Is Feline then

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I seek wisdoms

Day and night

Stalking

Darkness into light.

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So, in peace

Our trades we

Ply, White Feline

The cat, and I

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Daily practice

Patience played

Feline’s perfect

In her trade

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To draw the sense

From wisdoms high

My feeble wits

I’m wont to try

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The go-ons and the come-ons…

The Silent Eye

Georgette Heyer is probably best known for her Regency romances and her knack of capturing an era and bringing it to light-hearted life. She also wrote detective novels and the two works for which I admire her the most… An Infamous Army, which is an account of the Battle of Waterloo and The Spanish Bride, about the Peninsula campaign of the Napoleonic wars. In both cases, the author builds her story around the lives of individuals, making the trials of the campaign personal and engaging the reader’s emotions.

In The Spanish Bride, Heyer tells the romantic and true story of Juana María de los Dolores de León, a child just out of the convent who was brought to the battlefield and consigned to the care of the British troops by her sister when their home was sacked after the fourth siege of Badajos. Fourteen year-old Juana was married a…

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The Eye-Guy II…

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…It happened that one day Pryderi’s doorkeeper, Conan Duffy,

was sunning himself at the portal, along with his cat,

and he saw two beautiful youths

heading towards him over the game plain…

…When they reached the enrtrance to the Dun

the two youths saluted him, and he saluted them back.

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“And who might you be?” Said Conan looking the

 two of them up and down, “and what is your business?”

 “Why, I might be Maech,” said one of them.

“And I might be Amech,” said the other, and she smiled…

Just then a loud groan issued from the fair mound, it was

Pryderi, Lord of Underhill, at pains with his arm again.

“…And we are both physicians,” said Maech and he smiled too.

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“Well, if you are both physicians,” said Conan, “you’ll have

no problem putting a new eye where my old one used to be,

now will you?”

And he veered up close to show them his scar.

 Amech looked at the cat sunning itself by Conan’s side and said,

“we could put one of the eyes from that there cat, where your old eye used to be.”

“You could?” asked Conan.

“We could,” said Maech and with that the two of them swiftly

seized the cat, which is no easy thing if a cat does not want to

be siezed, and they did what had to be done, until one of the cat’s

eyes sat, as pretty as you please, in the head of Conan Duffy.

Conan blinked increduously and ran off into the fair mound…

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“The Eye-Guy.”

“Oh yes…”

“And the Geometry?”

“For the Geometry, you’ll just have to wait.”

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The Eye-Guy…

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SPOILS OF THE ABYSS

 When Pryderi, Lord of Underhill, was treated for the

 injury done to his arm by Tyrnonos, Thunder-of-Water,

 his leech, Nudd, found that he was unable to save the limb; so

 he hacked it down to a stump and put a silver hand on Pryderi which

 was so cunningly crafted that it had all the movement of a natural hand.

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Yet still Pryderi had no end of pain and trouble with the arm

and he was forever lying sick in his bed from the grief of it…

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“Not a particularly auspicious start, and no sign of our ‘Eye-Guy’.”

“Give it time.” …

“Did they have ‘bionic’ hands in those days then?”

“A ha… I don’t know, did they have ‘bionic’ hands in those days?”

“I think not.”

“We are dealing with the Crafty Folk here, remember?”

“I still think not.”

“So, to what can the silver hand or arm refer?”

“It would be useful to know which we are dealing with, actually.”

“Some sources specify hand, some specify arm, and this lack of precision may itself be the clue to our non literal interpretation. You’d think they’d know!”

“You would.”

“Let’s settle on limb, then. To what can the silver-limb refer?”

“If it’s silver it could have something to do with the moon?”

“I think that’s a very auspicious start.”

“Or a tree?”

“Even better, what sort of tree?”

“A birch tree.”

“Now, I know that is an incredibly auspicious start.”

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Aurally Speaking…

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“But what does it mean, I mean, why insist upon this sort of ‘Geometric Embedding’?”

“There may be several reasons, but one is certainly preservative.”

“Coding may be another…”

“…And quit possibly, keying.”

“Keying sounds interesting?”

“Keying is still problematic, highly problematic…”

“Oh, yes?”

“…Not the concept, that’s sound enough.”

“We only have to consider ‘…Lir-Brood’ to know the difference possessing the correct key makes.”

“I know, I read through ‘…Turenn-Brood’ the other night…”

“Without a key?”

“…Nothing. Flat… Anyway, then they wouldn’t let me sleep until I’d amended one of the books and after I’d made the changes they… erm… dropped a little morsel.”

“A little morsel?”

“Well, a trail of crumbs, really…”

“Well, go on then!”

“The geometries are all at the start…”

“I’d realised that. And also that it is not without good reason that a certain spiritual teacher, who shall remain nameless, refers to geometries as ‘angels’.”

“Not angles?”

“Angels as in Heralds.”

“Trumpet blasts… that would fit.”

“Fit what?”

“We’ve been looking for the way, remember?”

“The way in?”

“If you like… The eye-guy, Conan, in ‘Crucible…’, what’s his role?”

“He’s a look-out.”

“And by extension…”

“A porter?”

“More specifically?”

“A Door-Keeper! But we’ve not done the eye-guy yet?”

“Not properly, no, but it’s in that story…”

“The way in?”

“The way in.”

“Crafty, that…”

“They are!”

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Shape-shifting (Part 1)

Shamanic Paths

This series of posts are based on the outline of an exploration session presented at The Silent Eye  (a modern mystery school) “The Feathered Seer” weekend in 2017. Whilst I have attempted to retain some of the flavour of the actual talk, the interactive elements of the exploration are absent, and since most of it was done “on  the hoof” it is not really a true reflection of the session. Many of the sections are expanded considerably from that presented on the day…

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“Boy Mood 2” (found at eskipaper.com)

Not sure what I was thinking, really. It’s a massive topic, and whilst I did mention this during a previous exploration session, in 2016 on Spirit Animals, I somehow found myself agreeing to attempt the subject the following year.

April 2017 came far too quickly, and finding myself, the night before the session, scratching…

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