Monthly Archives: January 2019

‘Cloud City Central!’…

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The phrase was uttered as a prognosis as much as a question and so we smiled an affirmative, in relief, that we were not the only one’s to have been thus transported…

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It is not by happy chance, alone, that one is brought here, although happen stance can play a part in bringing people to this beguiling, auspicious place, which is not a place so much as a state of being…

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For those who have never been, it’s inhabitants are apt to appear forgetful, or inept, or even…foolish.

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There are no machines of any kind in Cloud City, nor or there any contraptions…

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Of what use is it then, and what possible good can come of it?

One word…

Replenishment.

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Chanteater…

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It was probably foolish, I know…

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But I took a liking to this ‘little lady’.

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Who, if the board is correct, could have been supporting the capstone’s weight  for over six thousand years.

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Which is some feat, as you can probably see…

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We call it stone technology and we have been experimenting with sound in a number of these ‘chambers’.

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I was expecting the chant to have little vibratory effect because the tomb was clearly, in part, wrecked.

What I wasn’t expecting was for both the sound and the breath to be sucked from my being, like something or someone was thirsty…

Like I said, foolish, but maybe it also served…

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Not a stone…

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It is a familiar conundrum.

Whenever we come across sites like this, and we seem to come across more than a few, there is an inevitable question.

How much of it is natural?

Without question much of it is, but the more one finds that is not natural then the more one tends to question that which was initially assumed to be so.

On our most recent jaunt we came across the suspicious looking stone above.

To my mind that was very obviously a positioned stone.

It is an interestingly enough shaped stone in itself but more than this, it seems almost inconceivable that it could have fallen like that or have been left by retreating ‘Ice Giants’.

But then there arises the inevitable following question.

So why was it positioned in this way?

And to this question, unfortunately,  there is not always a readily forthcoming answer.

But this time we were lucky.

Question: ‘When is a stone, not a stone?’

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Answer: ‘When it is a nose (and an eye).’

Bardic Study – Waltz of the New Moon…

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Another one of Robin’s early efforts.

When invoking the  Bardic Spirit  there  are not  too many candidates around, unfortunately…

For a spell this was my all time favourite song ever, if only for its helter skelter whirl of minor key madness…

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I hear that
the Emperor of China
used to wear iron
shoes with ease…
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I think these lines refer to a type of ‘not to touch the earth’ scenario.
That is, The Emperor, who is regarded by his subjects as a ‘God incarnate’ is held to be too sacred to be sullied by the touch of the earth.
In contradistinction to this rather absurd notion Robin then sets out his own position.
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We are the tablecloth, and also the table, and also the fable of the dancing leaves…
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That is, we are  the structure and garment of life’s spread, both the Spirit and the Flesh and Bone, and the continual re-incarnation of the spirit in that continually recycled flesh…
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The new moon is rising
the axe of the thunder is broken
as never was
not since the flood
nor yet since the world began…
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This  process, in case we ever forget, is exemplified for us in the cycle of the Moon.
Every new moon then… is also a new beginning.
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The new moon is shining
the angels are washing their windows
above the years
whose jumble sale
goes spinning on below.
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Could anything be clearer?
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Ask the snail beneath the stone,
ask the stone beneath the wall
are there any stars at all?
Like an eagle in the sky,
tell me if air is strong…
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We may pity the stone and the snail their stony snail lives in the relative dark but even the eagle who knows about the sky and the stars knows nought of the constituents of the means of its flight.
These then are the natural and eternal hierarchies of an ever expanding understanding.
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In the floating pan pipe victories
of the golden harvest
safe in the care of
the dear moon…
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The notes of the pan pipe do float.
And the sickle moon is ultimately responsible for the cutting of the corn.
(This song was composed, at night, in a corn field, in August.)
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The new moon is rising
the eyelid of god is approaching
The humane train
the skating
raining
travelling
voice of certainty…
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The new moon is shining,
the harmonious hand is now holding,
Lord Krishna’s ring,
the eagle’s wing,
the voice of mother,
everything…
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And the voice of mother brings with it a bright blessing…
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In the floating palaces,
of the spinning castle…
May the Fire King’s Daughter,
bring water to you.
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The Fire King is the Sun.
The Fire King’s Daughter is the Moon.
The spinning castle is the Earth.
Its floating palaces are the Clouds.
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…Which bright blessing, is… the rain.
 
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‘Waltz of the New Moon’ appears on The Incredible String Band’s third studio album, ‘The Hangman’s Beautiful Daughter’, which is widely regarded as their finest album.

The title is colloquial slang for a gallows or scaffold.

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