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Harvest of Wyrms…

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‘The Witch’, they called her but she minded not, tending to her herbs and the animals and birds which nature’s highest intelligence brought to the garden of her single roomed house knowing her abilities to hold and to heal…

It started slowly.

A black stain on the stone and the gentle glooping of mud or oil disturbed by rising vapours.

But by noon the single roomed house had begun to rise through the air…

She peered from a window of the house, now tower, at the receding garden, far below, and smiled.

Unfurling her wings she hopped from the window…

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Encryption…

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Now they had unleashed the hounds the outcome of the chase was inevitable.

One shard of memory alone held hope…

Slipping into the museum without paying could only encourage capture…

The dark arches spoke of deep secrets too arcane to delineate…

Out of the shadowy recesses a thin form materialised.

Did that wan smile ever waver?

I stuffed the loose package between clammy fingers and turned to leave…

“Clavis!” she hissed, and disappeared.

Already the concierge was blocking my exit with his bulk…

Outside the wild yelps and bays rose in anticipation…

Was that laughter I heard amid the fury?

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Seeding thoughts

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I woke early and, instead of crawling grudgingly out of the warm bed as usual, I lay in thought for a few minutes. I had not moved anything except my eyelids; Ani couldn’t possibly know I was awake yet… could she? Well, on past showing yes, but honestly, it wasn’t even daylight. I have long since lost the habit of lounging in bed on a morning. Children and dogs require attention and years of getting up bleary eyed to deal with them build a habit it would be nice to break.

On the other hand, I get the dawns, so I can’t complain.

I was musing over something I had read before sleep from Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, “Matter is spirit moving slowly enough to be seen.” Scientifically, go ahead and shoot me down in flames, but the idea caught my attention as it accords with how I have always…

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The Rotating Blade of Meaning (5)

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So far, we have examined how Arthur M. Young, inventor of the Bell helicopter, engineer and astrologer/philosopher, used his skills and insight into how our minds determine meaning. Within this, he began to discover that there was a graphical symmetry to this process; a set of shapes that explained many of the ancient symbols that mankind has come to view as sacred. These will shortly be unveiled in more detail, but, first, we need to complete our tour of the foundations of how he approached it, for the symmetry emerges from those foundations and how we represent them.

In the last post, we looked at how Isaac Newton investigated the motion of things that move, discovering that – for example in the motion of a cannon ball – there were different aspects, faces, of that motion; and that although they were often hidden, they were tightly related to each…

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Sayings…

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‘Those that work get bread.’

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A simple, straightforward enough equation,

yet, in the outer world, where the idler often has ‘bread’

in far greater abundance than the worker,

it is far from true…

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In the outer world,

subject as it is

to the laws of indifference and imperfection,

the ‘Jinni of the lamp’ obeys only the one who siezes it!

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Not so, the inner world.

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Here, only those who know travail can find rest,

and only one who ‘wields the knife’ is graced Isaac.

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It is only here that the worker gives birth to his father.

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Peripheral Views…

France & Vincent

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…Without ‘supernatural elements’ this type of conditioning would be unhealthy

and is the one most beloved of insecure, manipulative minds

intent on turning their victims into ‘Apes of Faith’.

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Which is, perhaps, one of the reasons why the ‘supernatural’

is here so heavily stressed.

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A radiant visage and countenance

is such a mainstay of supernatural narrative

that it must have some basis in real experience…

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…As is telepathy.

There are though, also, some people who are very good at this.

In which context, ‘reading one’s mind’

is not the same as, ‘hearing one’s thoughts’.

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The praeternaturally lengthy life-spans in this

and other biblical stories

probably have more to do with an editorial attempt

to ‘square’ original myth with historical time-frames

than with history, which is not to say

that people a very long time ago

were not a lot bigger and/or lived a lot longer…

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A Trigonometry of Seeming…

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The gnomon holds a special position

in the annals of architecture:

It is to time what the fulcrum is to movement.

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Would, then, movement be anything without time?

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And yet, for the gnomon

to tell us anything,

we have to move around it…

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Continuously

shifting our perspective,

before the position

is finally shadowed forth…

 

Anomalies…

colours

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In the Land of the Living Heart, Angus was playing ball.

The sphere of light span and soared in and around and about his aura, as he juggled, and laughed… like tiny bells, chiming.

Just then, the Dagda went by, enveloped in cloud…

He stopped frowning when he saw Angus, “On my head, son!” he said.

With a flick of his fore-finger Angus propelled the sphere of light towards the Dagda who rose, majestically, through the air… and missed it!

The sphere splattered against the Rainbow Bridge, momentarily colouring the atmosphere…

Angus shrugged, “It’s not like we can ask for it back.”

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…not as we know it.

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…Moments later the bars of blue light shimmered into three tightly clad figures.

Kirk, glanced expectantly around the room and sighed.

Spock arched a well manicured eye-brow skyward.

“An empty writing room,” pronounced Sulu, somewhat redundantly.

Kirk’s hand held communication unit twittered into life.

“Better check the co-ordinates on that one Scottie, I asked for ‘enterprising room’, dammit!”

Meantime, Spock had slithered over to the window and was peering through the white-blue light.

“Captain, no, wait…”

“What is it Spock?” asked Kirk moving toward the window.

“Well, it’s life Jim, but…” smiled Sulu, who was already there.

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