Vegetative Soul? …

*

*

The Ancients it seems

Conceived a three-fold

Analogy which linked

Agriculture, Generation and Re-generation.

*

These systems were regulated

By the sun, the earth and the moon

Which moved together in cyclical process…

*

It was, perhaps, not such

A bad conception, after all.

Mister Fawst! Study…

 

*

Mister Fawst: (Rises to stand, still clutching the weighty tome to his chest. He walks in front of his study desk reading out loud.) ‘I think, therefore, I am’… Hrmph, but if life is no greater a miracle than to think? Then, surely, I need read no more…

Mephisto: (From behind the Veil of Beyond) Surely, a greater subject befits Fawst’s wit!

Mister Fawst: (Still showing no signs that he has heard Mephisto) Pah! I have that… (He casts the tome to the floor in the East and returns to his desk.)

Ira and Luxuria are seated simultaneously.

Mister Fawst: (Once at his desk Fawst scrutines the other books on his desk and selects one.) ‘The way that can be named is not the way’… (Fawst considers the proposition as he moves to the West) Hmm, the unamed way would be difficult if not impossible to formulate, let alone think about, and then follow. Could it even be seen? And if unseen and hence to all intents and purposes unknown, of what possible use could it be?

Mephisto: (Moves out from Beyond the Veil and perches on the edge of Fawst’s desk) A great man should be both seen and heard. Why, how else will his disciples know who and who not to follow…

Mister Fawst: (Apparently, neither seeing nor hearing the entity in his study) Enough of obscurity! The miasma of mystery will not further my ends. (Fawst casts the book to the floor of the West and returns to his desk)

Avaritia and Invidia are seated simultaneously.

Mephisto: (Watches Fawst move back to his study desk with no little amusement. He rises from his perch and points to one of the books on the desk.)

Mister Fawst: (Seemingly of his own volition, picks up the indicated tome from his desk) ‘The reward of sin is death!’ (Fawst wheels away from his desk and heads to the North)

Mephisto: (Throws back his head and laughs loudly) Ha Ha Ha…

Mister Fawst: (On reaching the North) But this saying is hard… If we say we have no sin… We lie… We sin… We die…

Mephisto: (Still unseen and unheard by Fawst) What doctrine call you this?

Mister Fawst: Che sera sera… Divinity, so long! (He casts the book to the floor of the North and returns to his desk.)

Tristitia and Gula are seated simultaneously.

To be continued…

Caladur: Visions…

*

The hermit showed Ewan a path

which led under the cliff, into the wood,

and on to a thorn tree beneath which was a well-spring.

He bade Ewan return to him at night-fall with his visions…

“Become not weary of looking,” he said, “what you seek lies

within the purvey of spirits, and that takes time.”

*

So Ewan took the path and found the well-spring,

which had been furnished with a hexagonal stone well-head.

He peered over the rim of the well-head and into the water,

but all he could see was his own visgae and the thorn tree behind it.

*

Three times Ewan peered into the well and he looked longer

and harder each time until just as he was wearying of the endeavour,

the water in the well, clouded and cleared so that it was as if

he was peering into another world.

 

Caladur: Still Water…

*

…”Surely I heard a voice,” said Ewan,

“although that voice was neither mine nor yours?”

“I heard it too,” said the hermit,

“and many more like it before. In solitude

there will be voices as in still water, there are visions.”

*

As Ewan thought on those words he saw only before him,

the racing, tumbling, burbling stream outside.

“Where is the still water of your visions?”

“Not far,” said the hermit,

“but the looking is longer than way that reaches it.”

 

Caladur: Stream…

*

In the morning the hermit set two bowls

of milk with bread on the table,

and Ewan sat where the murmuring

of the stream outside came in at the window,

and a soft air came with it, and made his world anew.

*

Ewan ate with few words for his tomorrow had come

and still he knew not whether to stay or go…

He looked at the hermit as he thought,

and the hermit looked back and nodded,

as if he had heard all he was thinking.

*

At one time there was a voice which said simply,

‘For delight men stay but for desire they go on.’

An again the hermit nodded, though he had spoken no words.

*

 

Mister Fawst! A Magical History…

 

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DRAMATIS PERSONAE

MISTER FAWST – A Doktor of Theology.

SPENSER – His Valet.

ROGER – His Clown.

BLACK AND WHITE – His good and bad Angels.

ACEDIA AND VAINGLORIA – His Children.

CARBS and CHOLES – His Scholarly Friends.

MEPHISTO – A Shady Magician.

VICES AND VIRTUES – X6.

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FIT ONE: CEREMONY

The Vices and Virtues rise, one by one, and speak, in turn:

Ira: Not warlike. Blood-Spilled! Not romantic. Heart-Thrilled! Not adventurous. Action-Filled!

Invidia: Instead, our muse intends to trill it’s heaven-sent verse ‘gainst this…

Luxuria: …Our players willed to shape the Fawstian Fall for well or ill.

Tristitia: We’ll, for him, plead a base-born life to lead: Uphill! So shortly sped and earned divinities title of Theology, a Doktor, learned!

Avaritia: Up and up… he kept on rising, ’til waxen-wings stopped him flying!

Gula: But first, before that flight, is he within an earth-bound state, and study found…

Acedia: There to slake his lack with subtle sorceries, black!

Vanagloria: The Arts of Dark pursuing, all thought for his Soul’s chief-bliss, denying…

The Vices and Virtues remain standing.

Mister Fawst is seated behind his study desk in the East before the Veil of the Beyond. He is writing something with Feather-Quill and Ink on Parchment…

Chime!

Mister Fawst: (pauses and looks skywards)

Mephisto: (from Beyond the Veil) Settle your scores, Fawst, and sound the depths of that which you profess. Come, display your divinity, the balance of all the arts!

Mister Fawst: (showing no signs of having heard Mephisto’s voice, sighs) Ah! (he picks up a tome from his desk and holds it to his chest) Sweet Reason! Oh, how you have ravished my heart!

… to be continued.

Caladur: Twilight…

*

…When Ewan looked at the hermit’s face

he could hardly see it for the twilight

was covering him little by little…

Only, his two eyes stood out clearer in the fading light,

and Ewan’s heart lay open to them like water to stars.

*

‘The words I told him not,’ thought Ewan,

‘He has gleaned them with those eyes!’

*

Then the hermit stood up and went out.

When he returned he had brought heather and fern

and he made up a bed for Ewan beyond his own.

They slept as darkness descended.

 

Caladur: Wayward and Wise…

*

…But the hermit spoke on, “The part of a man

is to know whether his desire be a wise child or a wayward one.”

“And if a wayward child?” asked Ewan.

“Then swiftly will he be led wandering,

and just as swiftly left to wander,” said the hermit.

“And if a wise child?” asked Ewan.

“The wise child will never completely leave the wanderer,” said the hermit.

“How so can this be true?” asked Ewan.

“By nature,” replied the hermit, “for every man is that which has been,

and that which shall be.”

And Ewan was yet more astonished.

Lord of the Deep, Into the Deep part 2

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Urshanabi leads Gilgamesh to the Deep Underworld. And so for nine hours Gilgamesh has to out run the sun.
And he does out run the sun, though how I do not know.

Continued

After nine exhausting hours with the sun hot on his heels Gilgamesh emerges from the underworld into the garden of the Gods.

The garden is a place that even, the mighty King of Uruk has never seen the like of. He was dazzled by trees and plants that have flowers and blossom of precious and semi precious stones and gems. It was quite amazing.

Then Gilgamesh is confronted by an ordinary man, Utanpishtim. The king of Uruk is surprised he was expecting a God that he would have to fight.

Weaponless Gilgamesh has to talk to Utanpishtim who asks him why he looks so tired and wan. Gilgamesh tells him how he has spent his last nine…

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Dear Don: Sheaves…

France & Vincent

Nick Birds SE Ilkley 2015 uffington avebury cropton Helmsley 049Dear Don,

Good trip, wasn’t it? Once again time seems to have been obliging and stretched itself to fit with our meanderings. We are going to need to go south again though, with all I am reading about Marden Henge lately. Do you recall me mentioning it some time ago? The site on the line between Avebury and Stonehenge? The excavations are revealing another huge complex.

While I was reading up on it a bit, I came across this pic of a brooch found close by… What would you say at first glance? Early Christian?

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Apparently not. It’s a Bronze Age sun disc, dating back around 2,400 years before the Christian era, found in a burial mound none too far from Stonehenge. It just goes to show what we have been saying for a while… the symbols that speak directly to the inner being don’t belong to…

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