Category Archives: alchemy

Dans Maen…

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This kind of weather

adds to the atmosphere of these places,

and makes the sun big…

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The Merry Maidens stone circle

is another of those with an attendant legend…

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  Which posits the stones as people

petrified for dancing, or making merry, on the Sabbath,

and which sort of makes one want to dance here…

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An Angelic Canon…

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Not to be outdone, our ‘Old Friend’, Kempe, decided to get in on the act.

Insisting we ponder again the expedience of canonising angels.

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“Isn’t it obvious,” says Wen, with a twinkle.

“Only when you already know.”

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“It’s about opening lines…”

“Of communication?”

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Anyway, our ‘heavenly overseers’,

had not quite done with us, yet…

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Fittingly fortified…

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We finally headed off for a reunion,

and the start of our adventure…

Holy Scions…

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Given that we were now checking out the ‘Michael Line’,

One might have expected some sort of ‘Angelic Support’…

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But even by our standards,

The send off assumed ridiculous proportions…

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It also offered unexpected vindication

for our speculations in the ‘Doomsday Trilogy’…

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A ‘Glastonbury Thorn’.

 

Callings…

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It is entirely possible that this ‘fella’ once stood in a ‘circle’.

He now guards a lay-by in an unassuming stretch of Dartmoor,

if such a thing can be said to exist.

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Nearby, stands a ‘wayside cross’ which may not be a cross at all.

It may be a ‘hammer’ or a ‘thunder-bolt’.

It may even be a sign post…

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We posit such querulous notions

only because the landscape

again appeared to be offering us ‘clues’.

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And shortly after this impromptu stop,

the Dragon’s Breath completely whited us out…

We may have to go back again.

St Michael de Rupe…

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“It is something of a ‘dream come true’ to be here, looking at this.”

“In all its technicolour glory.”

“Traditionally, Michael is depicted either ‘slaying’, or ‘fixing’, or as we might say, ‘drawing’,  or even ‘tickling’, the dragon, or, he is depicted with scales and sword in, or on, or above clouds.”

“So at a stretch this could even be described as traditional.”

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“But look at his apparel.”

“This is St Michael, the Celt,

or St Michael, the Hermit,

or St Michael, the Druid…”

“Of all, of which, we whole heartedly approve.”

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“And look at the colours.”

“The golds, and greens, and reds…”

“Earth colours!”

“Or dragon colours.”

“And look at the way in which he is holding his sword.”

“He could be ‘sighting-a-line’ or ‘plumbing-a-depth’.

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“But I thought we were calling this traditional?”

“We are!”

“So where are the clouds?”

“Ah, where indeed…”

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The Rock of Brentor…

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‘…A church, full bleak, and weather beaten, all alone, as it were forsaken…’

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“St Michael de Rupe?”

“St Michael the Rock.”

“I thought St Peter was supposed to be the ‘Rock’?”

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“The rock referred to here, is volcanic.”

“Nice.”

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“Though you would never know it now…”

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“…The church-tower can still serve as a beacon.”

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“Curioser and curioser…”

“Wait till we get inside, Alice.”

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The Dance of Fire and Water III…

‘…As all things are discovered by one,

alone through contemplation,

so all things are born from this one,

alone by permutation…

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… Its father is the Sun,

its mother is the Moon,

the Wind bears it in its belly,

the Earth nurtures it in its heart…’

The Emerald Tablet