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Angels, Angels, everywhere II…

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“The Angelic Worlds had been set out as early as the fifth century AD by Dionysius the Areopagite who taught that the Angelic Beings were arranged in a definitive nine-fold order according to their capacities to receive the undivided divine essence.”

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“In this scheme there were three main orders. The ‘contemplative’ consisted of Seraphim, Cherubim and Thrones. The ‘attitudinal’ was divided into Dominions, Virtues and Powers. While the ‘active’ was made up of Principalities, Archangels and Angels.”

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“It was the lowest of these orders, the Angels, alone, that formed a medium between the Super-Being and Man.”

Angels, Angels, everywhere…

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“The Elizabethans followed Medieval lines of belief with regard to the angels yet confused, omitted, or misunderstood many of the finer details.”

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“They were convinced that the angels, as agents of ‘pure intellect’, acted as intermediaries between the Super-Being and Man, that like man they possessed free will, but unlike Man the angelic free will never conflicted with that of the Super-Being.”

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“Angels apprehended the Super-Being not by figure or symbol, as Man, but directly, and it was by virtue of this ability that they could act as Man’s guardian.”

Linking the Chain III…

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“Despite Copernicus, the educated Elizabethan inhabited a geocentric universe whose movements were directed from a fiery, light-filled heaven, situated beyond the fixed stars, by a fiery, light-filled Super-Being.”

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“Between this, the ‘highest-heaven’, and the created universe was an intermediate space containing a number of ‘lesser heavens’ which took the form of spheres whose diameters increased from the moon sphere upwards.”

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“Within this universe there existed a sharp distinction between all that was ‘above the moon’ and hence pure and constant, and all that was ‘beneath the moon’, impure and mutable.”

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“This distinction was brought about by a different mix of Elements in the two regions. The higher, being perfectly balanced, produced a rariefied air which was known as the ether.”

Linking the Chain…

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“The idea of ‘Creation’s Ladder’ as uniform and consistent must be relinquished.”

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“Many aspects of it could not be compressed into such stricture.”

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“The Four Elements, being inanimate, should, one might suppose, take their place in the chain on a lower level than the ‘lowest’ animate creation.”

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“Yet, the operations of both lower and higher living things were alike compounded in direct relation to the Elements.”

Stones of the Night III…

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…After a longer than expected climb up the steeper than anticipated side of the plateaux, you are finally within appraisal distance of the pointed stone.

Its presence, which now looms towards you, defining the false horizon, seems to demand that you stop for a space, the better to take in its form, and as you are, in any case, grateful for the pause and a breather, you do so.

‘Oh look, it’s a Raven-Stone!” you say to yourself.

Sure enough, looking right, the fault lines of the stone form a raven’s beak and an eye, and upon closer inspection there is a small indentation in the base of the stone which could be representative of a feathered shoulder.

As the possibility that this stone was deliberately placed begins to sink into your consciousness you start to look for other possible images in its apparently un-hewn surface.

Looking left there appears to be a more anthropomorphic profile and again a vaguely unsettling ramification starts to weigh upon your consciousness, ‘Stone of the Raven-God,’ says the voice that earlier you took to be your own.

‘Bran…’ comes the response which this time could very well be yours.

As if summoned, by your inner voicing, a black-form arrows towards you from out of the depths of the white sky and settles upon the point of the stone.

“Cruach… Cruach…” says Raven, preening, and hopping along the top of the stone.

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Stones of the Night II…

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…As the ferns thin you spy a wooden stile up ahead and descend the grassy-knoll rather too quickly for the conditions underfoot, trotting to the stile side, precariously, and resting awhile to catch your breath.

A road runs to your right quite close to the stile with a stone bridge beyond, under which you can hear water as it rushes and gurgles.

The thought of traffic impels you over the stile and into what remains of the wooded slope which has taken you this far.

As you again begin to climb towards a moorland vista, tree stumps and root systems lie exposed along either side of your path, resembling swarthy, grinning, woodland faces, which seem to claim a more intimate knowledge of your terrain than you can.

You continue your climb and leave the cover of the trees completely.

Again unsheltered you are met by another, now invigorating, blast of cold air.

Far to your left, the stone face watches serenely. Far to your right the shark-fin peak is hidden by the slopes of two hills which form a classic v-shaped valley.

Before you rises a steep sided plateaux which holds the object of your quest. You know you can go left or right to reach the top of the plateaux but a point mid-way along the false horizon draws your attention.

From  your vantage it looks like a pointed stone and leading up to it though the seasonally ravaged remnant of the bracken runs something resembling a path.

You head for the rudimentary path and set off along it towards the pointed stone…

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Stones of the Night…

 

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You are a passenger…

You stay under glass…

You are driven through the city’s ripped back-sides.

You leave the city’s ripped back-sides on a road which snakes through low, rough, foothills.

Far on the horizon a solitary fin-shaped peak rises into view.

The motor vehicle which carries you pulls into a lay-by, its rubber tires scrunching on the smattering of snow and grit.

You leave the vehicle, stepping out into the cold, frosty morning.

The air is initially painful in your lungs: you expel clouds of warm steam from them like a subdued dragon.

You are no longer under glass…

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You make your way to the end of the lay-by.

Your sturdy walking boots call scrunching sounds from the tarmac with each step.

A frosted grassy-knoll rises before you.

The freezing temperatures have rendered footholds in what otherwise would be only scramble mud.

You climb its offered face without need of the silvery tussocks of grass on either side and as you crest its rise the first panorama opens before your gaze.

The cold wind now pinches your cheeks, a reminder that you are approaching the High Moors.

To your left a huge escarpment meets its end with a stone face seemingly etched into its profile.

Its stern stare appraises your longed for destination, below its millennia old lookout, which is yet hidden from your sight by a small wood of fern trees.

You stride forward following the line of the escarpment until it is swallowed by the trees and you start to lose height…

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Adoration of the One?…

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“It is a curious attribute of the Chain of Being, that it allowed every class to excel, ‘after its own heart’.”

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“Stones may be considered ‘lowly’ but they ‘trump’ the class above them, plants, in both strength and durability.”

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“Plants, in their turn, though regarded as without ‘sense’, excel all other classes in their ability to harness and store, for nourishment, the energy of the sun.

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“The ‘brute beasts’ possess greater physical strength than man and a ‘purer desire of the heart’, and man himself, being imperfect in the realms of knowledge, excels even the angels in his aptitude for learning.”

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Only the angels, by virtue of their own special gift, the faculty of devotion, can never claim to go beyond the ‘class of being’ that stands above them.

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