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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.

Scribes II…

 

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… “When in doubt,” smiles Wen, producing a battered copy of Longmans from the murky depths of her shoulder bag, and, rather too conspicuously, for my liking, clearing her throat…

Sure enough, this unwarranted live event has now started to draw the attention of some idle strays who sidle over and form a crescent around Wen as she finally gets her reading specs onto her conk and launches into the definition…

“Incantation – noun the use of spoken or sung spells as part of a magic ritual; also, a written or recited magical formula of words designed to produce a particular effect fr Latin incantus, past participle of incatare, to enchant…”

“That’s not too bad, considering,” I concede, after I have finished dragging Wen away from our audience of somewhat bemused looking spectators.

“It’s bloody brilliant,” says Wen, “and so precise!”

“A chorus, it is then.”

The God of Gardens…

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How mean minded our ‘lovers of wisdom’ can be.

Annoyed by the ‘airs and graces’ affected by proponents of a famous Athenian School…

One reclusive savant became renowned for snorting from the fastness of his rural retreat,

‘They are all actors!’

Actors, or nay…

There cometh a point in any theory of life when true conviction crashes the scene.

Hark!

The Donkey’s bray.

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The Wisdom of Solomon…

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“So many questions.”

“Chief amongst which, perhaps, is why would the Temple be built by a demon?”

“By the Prince of Demons?”

“It may just be that we are meant to ‘subjectivise’ this story?”

“In which case, the ‘temple not built with tools’ equates to the ‘temple not built by hand’.”

“And to that inner space where speaks, and can be heard, the still small voice of the spirit.”

“And the Naxian Stone?”

“Emery, a grind-stone which is found on the Greek Island of Naxos, reputed dwelling place of Ariadne, who lays the thread that leads from the labyrinth.”

“And the cistern in the mountains?”

“A somewhat elaborate allegory again referring to the precedence of spirit. Benai is the ‘son’.”

“And the hoopoe bird?”

“The hoopoe bird is traditionally regarded as both ‘king’ and ‘demon’ and also has associations with the Queen of Sheba.”

“Solomon and Asmodeus are, in the final analysis, indistinguishable.”

“Or ‘identical’!”

“Small wonder, then, that in the dead of night, the king still fears the return of his ‘demon self’.”

“Sixty armed men is excessively fearful!”

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The Green Harper…

 

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“…all the great thinkers recognise the importance of rational thought but they also recognise the importance of getting beyond the rational and that is where the myths and fairy stories come in… Plato spends the greater part of his master work ‘The Republic’ berating the poets and story-tellers for telling lies in their myths and then he ends his opus with… a myth.”

“Well, to err is human… But no one’s going to read a book in which all the characters are Giants.”

“Yet we all live in a world dictated by them… but perhaps you’re right… they have become something of an obsession… the more self-remembering I do… the more giant-like my body and everyone else’s body seems to become… and they do make an appearance in all the mythological traditions… the Titans… the Jotunn… the Asuras… the Fomoire… as opponents of the ‘gods’ usually, which have to be overcome and subdued…and then kept at bay lest the heaven world be breached… and fall.”

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Wen becomes pensive for a time, “we need to go to Cerne Abbas…”

“Father Corn…?”

“Possibly…and then there’s the Long Man of Wilmington…whose ‘long man’ is no longer visible, and of course, Gogmagog…”

“…At a girl! I’m thinking these are all chalk figures…”

“They were all hill figures once though Gogmagog no longer exists…but he was also a rock…and was later split in two and represented in the stonework of Cathedrals…and other media…wicker-work figures carried at the Lord Mayor’s show for one…the ‘gianting’ traditions of our country and others in Europe for that matter are still very much alive and kicking and that’s even before we start to consider the biblical references…”

“The Giants are right up our street then…so to speak…or a street nearby… when do we start?”

“We do,” smiles Wen, “and I think we already have… you know the Long Man of Wilmington is an Opener…at least, that’s one interpretation of his stance, but the ‘door jambs’ could also be staves…or sight-lines…”

“In which case the Long-Man… is a Dod-Man…and responsible for marking out the Leys…”

“We still don’t really know what those energies actually are…”

“On the contrary my dearest Wendolina… I know…precisely… what those energies are.”

“Can you wait while I swallow this mouthful of food before telling me?”

“Your faith in me… is most reassuring…but you will like this…ready now?”

“Uhuh… ready…”

“The Ley-Lines are Cause-Ways…”

“…You’re right… I do like that… where’s it from?”

“It’s from the Myth of the Green Harper…”

Heart of Albion

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Eye-Guy III…

Human Eye

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…”I don’t get it.”

“In Geometry, before one can draw a human eye, one has to draw a cat’s eye.”

“I still don’t get it.”

“It’s a process.”

“And in any process things have to happen in a certain order…”

“You said that without using your brain.”

“…First one thing, and then another.”

“And that.”

“But what thing and what other?”

“Ah ha! In this case, Night and Day.”

“Cat’s-Eye and Human Eye!”

“There’s more to it than that though.”

“In what sense more?”

“In a magical sense.”

“Old magic?”

“Well, it would have to be, very old magic.”

“Whoo-Hoo!”

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The Eye-Guy II…

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…It happened that one day Pryderi’s doorkeeper, Conan Duffy,

was sunning himself at the portal, along with his cat,

and he saw two beautiful youths

heading towards him over the game plain…

…When they reached the enrtrance to the Dun

the two youths saluted him, and he saluted them back.

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“And who might you be?” Said Conan looking the

 two of them up and down, “and what is your business?”

 “Why, I might be Maech,” said one of them.

“And I might be Amech,” said the other, and she smiled…

Just then a loud groan issued from the fair mound, it was

Pryderi, Lord of Underhill, at pains with his arm again.

“…And we are both physicians,” said Maech and he smiled too.

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“Well, if you are both physicians,” said Conan, “you’ll have

no problem putting a new eye where my old one used to be,

now will you?”

And he veered up close to show them his scar.

 Amech looked at the cat sunning itself by Conan’s side and said,

“we could put one of the eyes from that there cat, where your old eye used to be.”

“You could?” asked Conan.

“We could,” said Maech and with that the two of them swiftly

seized the cat, which is no easy thing if a cat does not want to

be siezed, and they did what had to be done, until one of the cat’s

eyes sat, as pretty as you please, in the head of Conan Duffy.

Conan blinked increduously and ran off into the fair mound…

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“The Eye-Guy.”

“Oh yes…”

“And the Geometry?”

“For the Geometry, you’ll just have to wait.”

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