What will the day of such a dawn hold?
I, alone with
Each of us
One of a kind
Her mind on
Mine is on my
What a curious
Thing to see
Kept at task
So glad, we’ll be
We sit and find
For our mind
She with eye
Pressed to a nook
Me with nose
Buried in a book
When the mouse
Peeks from its den
Swift and sly
Is Feline then
I seek wisdoms
Day and night
Darkness into light.
So, in peace
Our trades we
Ply, White Feline
The cat, and I
In her trade
To draw the sense
From wisdoms high
My feeble wits
I’m wont to try
…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.
“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.
“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…
“And the Geometry?”
“For the Geometry, you’ll just have to wait.”
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.
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…
“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!”
“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.”
“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…”
“…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’.”
“Angels as in Heralds.”
“Trumpet blasts… that would fit.”
“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 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.”
“Tell me, when will the kingdom come?” said Judas Thomas.
“why do you wash out the inside of a cup?
So that you may fill it and drink from it?
Whoever makes good the inside, makes good the outside also.
The kingdom will not come by watching for it.
It will not be said, ‘look, there it is!’ or, ‘look, here it is!’
The kingdom is spread upon the earth but you cannot see it.
The kingdom is within you and without you,
and when you know yourself,
then you will be known and you will understand,
that this heaven will pass away,
and the one above it will pass away also.”
“Sure, ’tis a terrible thing to choose one or t’other.”
The Aurally Man
“Alchemy as process has a number of stages.”
“And nobody seems able to agree on how many!”
“This might not though be a disagreement of number but of measure.”
“An hour possesses sixty minutes and three-thousand-six-hundred seconds, after all.”
“If we make our focus three, we get…”
“A point worth considering: all the triangles are of equal size.”
“Individually this seems obvious but, perhaps, not quite so, relatively.”
“A shortcoming alluded to in the phrase, ‘vagaries of the human eye’.”
“Which is another point worth considering.”
“The human eye follows lines like a moth to flame.”
“This is one of the reasons why the ‘Blessed Head of Joshua’ is eyeless.”
“There are so many different versions of ‘The Emerald Tablet’.“
“It is an important text.”
“Some hold that it alone contains the essence of the alchemical teaching, and most of the versions differ in only the slightest respect, as if they were all translated from a single source.”
“It may have been that one of the Alchemical injunctions was for the student of alchemy to produce a personal rendering based on those that have gone before.”
“A distillation of wisdon down through the ages?”
“An aid to personal understanding.”
“‘Tends toward’ in this rendering seems idiosyncratic, most other versions are more definitive about the above and below?”
“Above and below are relative positions which can be defined by a point…”
…That which is above…
…That which is below…
“Already, one can sense that these words might gain greater clarity were they expressed in geometric form.”
“Geometry is a progression and alchemy is a process.
Geometry progresses from a point to a line.
The point is one, the line is two because it joins two points, and three is a triangle.
Alchemy, if the Emerald Tablet is to be believed, processes the above below and vice versa.”
That which is above
That which is below
“Why does Alchemy do this?”
“Because relativity is not perfect.
If one is ‘above’ one needs to experience ‘below’ and vice versa.”
“It might even be possible to say that anything relative isn’t real?”
“It’s nowhere rather than now here, certainly.”
In truth, it is certain and without doubt that whatever is above tends toward that which is below and whatever is below tends toward that which is above for the accomplishment of the One Perfected Thing.
As all things are discovered by one, alone through contemplation so all things are born from this one, alone by permutation: its Father is the Sun, its Mother is the Moon, the Wind bears it in its Belly, the Earth nurtures it in its Heart; Power of all powers it contains the subtle and penetrates the solid and is the progenitor of all wonder in the world yet its efficacy is only perfected through embodiment.
In order that the little world may be re-created in the image of the great world the Spirit must be separated from the Body gradually by the regulated heat of a gentle flame: it rises to heaven from earth and falls back to earth from heaven and thus it acquires the inferior and superior powers for the glory of the whole world and the dissipation of all darkness…
This is the Way of Perfection…
I alone transmit this threefold wisdom which is why I am called The Thrice Raised Hermes.
– The Emerald Tablet