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A story of ancient Egypt

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

“There was a time we did not walk the earth. A time when our nascent essence flowed, undifferentiated, in the Source of Being. We were not Gods, but were of God, the strands of our existence not yet teased apart by Becoming, our function not yet defined.

The desire of the Source for movement and growth, It’s longing for knowledge and experience set in motion great currents in the endless sea of Possibility and from the Infinite we Became. Crystallised from pure Potential, our function defined and defining our very nature, we waited to be called into Life by the needs of Man.

When they called us, we came. Were we created by their desire for us? Yes, in a way. They created the Forms we chose to indwell. But our Essence is eternal and holds its own Truth.

We have borne many names and many faces, my family and…

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Eyes for an Eye…


“You know of what I speak, Gandalf.

A great eye, lidless, wreathed in flame.”


I recall struggling to formulate this image when first reading Tolkien’s masterpiece.

Even with the help of the cover illustrations it seemed to me then an incredibly ‘difficult’ adversary to picture.

Subsequent artists and filmakers have done a pretty decent job of making the image real and sufficiently menacing.

But what of the symbolism?

What can it mean that Sauron only ever appears as an eye?


“I see you.

You cannot escape.”


From a psychological perspective the Eye of Sauron can be regarded as signifying the Super Ego.

The Super Ego is a manifestation of all those ideals and authority figures that the Ego seeks to impress in order to justify its existence, and look and feel good about itself, but is ever doomed to fail to impress because those ideals are as empty and groundless as the Ego itself, being ultimately, themselves, projections of that Ego.


“What news from Mordor, my Lord?

What does the Eye command?”


The over-bearing demands of the Super Ego and the futile attempts of the Ego to satisfy those demands recall the sweet maid in the rhyme, ‘Soldier Soldier…’

What the Ego needs to do, instead of trying to obey the Super Ego, is to listen to, and act upon, the promptings of the Id.

The Id is the inner child of wisdom which the Ego initially develops to protect.

Once fully developed the Ego conveniently forgets the reason for its development.

Perhaps that is also why Tolkien chose Hobbits as his heroes?


“They would only be small.

Like children to your eyes.”



The Eyes of Horus are not the Eye of Sauron.

They recognise only the Id-entity…



Dear Wen XLVI

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Well, I regard that as a tad unfair seeing as though my slug trails aren’t actually slug trails at all.

I quite like slugs anyway… admittedly it is not ideal to have herds of them wandering about the gaff like wildebeest on the Serengeti if that is indeed where such beasts hang out but the odd one dropping by to say hello is not too much of an imposition I shouldn’t have thought… Their ‘antennae’ are well cool… and fascinating to observe.

Ah, yes the synchronicities multiply indefinitely do they not?

Jung’s take on it was that such arbitrary correspondences speak of a greater reality the forms of which for the most part we can only grasp at like children trying to catch dreams… or butterflies…

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It does though make one wonder about the fabled abilities of the Egyptian magicians and such like, perhaps there is a science to this that can be learned, and then taught…

A part of that science would doubtless involve developing the ability not to grasp… to simply hold out ones hand receptively…and ask politely, and I suppose that’s what terms such as possessing an ‘open mind’ refer to… or indeed the ‘divine poverty’… the ability to listen too would be an important attribute… how often does the precise terminology or phraseology used point to the deeper reality of what has actually occurred?

Learn to frame your questions correctly and they answer themselves.

I was wondering about our imminent walkabout too…

We have a number of things to do… but whether that will be all we get to do remains to be seen which I suppose is all part of the fun…

Where will we end up on Thursday for example is a question currently shrouded in mystery?

The question of vandalism at the old sites is really too depressing to contemplate… as is the ego sigil…the desire to ‘make one’s mark’ as my old friend, Bill, from ‘The Reality Asylum’ used to say… a product of the deepest insecurity… but natural and understandable, perhaps.

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Best let the Beast out before his demands for more… and more… and yet more cheese become too overwhelming…


Don x

Dear Wen XLIII

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Yes, that is odd, and a complete reversal of what one would expect…

Anthropomorphism is supposed to follow zoomorphism not the other way around…

So… lungs…east… liver… south… stomach…west… intestines…north…

Heart …the all encompassing central and peripheral…quintessence.

The brain as a receiver and transmitter… but without the heart connection it just puts out groundless static.

Even so, the idea of it being sucked out of the nose is not appealing…


The Fields of Ra are Star Fields I take it…

And Ra our closest star…

It is a powerful and coherent conception of being.

No wonder it still exerts such a fascination for people… well, apart from the snot bit…

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Full steam ahead for the weekend… we will undoubtedly need to visit Beeley in search of both ice cream and beer… I wonder if we shall bump into the enigmatic Mister Fox... he sometimes lurks about the Derbyshire hills and I have an idea just where he might be found…

Are there any other shots we need for The Black Shade… that you can think of?

The Beast… as I shall never tire of insisting…is a Drama Queen…

And is doubtless only after the chicken…

His performance around birds and balls is utterly reprehensible and will only worsen as you continue to indulge him…but you know this.balls 0191

As inanimate objects tennis balls are no more capable of being kidnapped as they are herded.

But you know this too…

Collecting tennis balls is not herding them…



Don x