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This Middle Earth…

 

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The Ancient Greeks…

White-robed, leather-sandalled,

Studious yet peripatetic…

They pursued a noble notion of religion.

Nature based, gratefully borrowed from the mysterious Egyptians

And equally graciously passed on to their eager followers…

But when the ‘Hoi Poloi’ got wind of God,

Fear entered the arena and religion,

in the Mediterranean, at least, never recovered.

Into the All…

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One, is All…

Two, the realisation that One is All…

Three, the balance of it…

Four, the establishment of it…

Five, its central essence…

Six takes sides against it…

Seven is its fulcrum…

Eight, its portal-gate…

 Nine, the step through that gate…

…Into the All.

Hot House Flowers…

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Can a ‘bad’ man turn ‘good’?

Or the sinner become a saint?

The annals of religious science are littered with such ‘miracles’.

Yet the capacity to fast and feast…

Seek solitude or egregore…

To abstain and fully participate…

Are common to us all.

That we choose to focus our intent upon one or the other

does not alter the fact that in a seasonal cycle

each and all, at one time, or another, are perfectly natural states.

 

Born under punches?…

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Could the Norse ever let go of Thunder?

Given that quality leads in and quantity leads out…

Can Man relinquish sex as a value system?

Unike those spirited ‘barbarians’ of the extreme northern climes,

primitive faith has never clung to its Gods…

Primitive faith is sacrifice, pure and simple: a heiratic exchange.

Unfortunately, Modern man lacks both the finesse of mind and the depth of humour to apprecite the ‘Gesta Romanorum’ of presenting to the world this idea as a ‘God of the Cross’.

Such fearsome boldness sailed over the heads of the masses whose mentality saw only the gruesome suffering and had no real tongue for the inevitable triumph of light.

 But, what might this language of light look and sound like?

Well, it would be painless, certainly…

 

 

The Human Soul…

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…No mere forest this, but a jungle!

Foolish to venture in alone.

Trackless…

One would be eaten alive.

Far safer to mount an expedition.

An advertisement should suffice…

‘Only the bravest adventurers need apply.’

What, no takers?

Non whatsoever…

In which case, alone, it’ll have to be,

It’s as well you’re the curious sort….