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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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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…

 

Involution…

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“You forgot involution,” says Wen with the sort of grin which means things are going to get worse before they get better.

“Did I?”

“From your list of concepts which may help people fathom the shadowing.”

“Ah, so I did, but then ‘involution’ is a rather vague term.”

“What, and ‘correspondence’ isn’t?”

“Well, no, at any rate not in the context of that which shadows and that which is shadowed…”

“But you were also thinking magical correspondence weren’t you?”

“I may have been… Whereas involution, on the other hand, quite possibly needs a subject you might think?”

“Involution of structure and form.”

“And structure is?”

“Structure is stone because stones are the bones of the earth.”

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“And form is?”

“Form is hills, particularly hollow hills.”

“How to make the hills hollow,” I murmur, more to myself than to anyone else, “but the stones are no longer structure when they are in the circle, they act more like form.”

“Well, they’re both, especially if after a certain period of time you then again cover them with earth to make a mound, which we know happened at a number of sites.”

“But not here.”

“Except, that the sanctuary may have once been a mound.”

“Oh yes, I can see that…”

“And mounds are always portals.”

“Why are mounds always portals?”

“Because the human belly becomes a mound in order to act as a portal for the body.”

“Hmmmm…”

I sit down on a stone, somewhat dazed.

In fact, I sit down on what we are now calling the ‘Throne Stone’ and immediately slide off the wet surface and land with a bump on the sodden earth.

Which is an effective enough way of being re-grounded.

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‘This Time’…

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…The phrase itself can be used to represent or to predict.

Also worth contemplating?

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In the Timaeus, Plato relates the legend of Atlantis,

A fabled isle of plenty now, and also in his day, lost to the ocean-bed.

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The authorities are fond of quoting Plato

And usually regard his opinions as reliable

If not infallible…

But on the issue of Atlantis they ‘carp’ incessantly

And fail to give it any credance.

Perhaps, because Plato had the story from his ancestor, Solon.

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Template of Time…

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First thing on waking

We reach for the ‘alarm’

To check the time

And cannot recall

The last time that did not happen.

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‘Time’ again but in a different sense.

We use the same word to designate

A succession of ‘living’ moments, a now…

And an event now… long ‘dead’.

If we want to ‘resurrect’ that event we call it ‘this’…

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Worth contemplating?

 

Full Circle: Finding the way home?

The Silent Eye

In spite of the rainbow that had greeted our arrival in Cumbria, the skies looked none too promising as we gathered beneath the shelter of the park gate in Penrith. The chill winds of December had brought showers, but at least, for the first afternoon, there would be a little cover. We could only hope that the following day would bring better weather.  Not that rain would stop us. Since the downpour we had encountered in Scotland, we had accepted that rain was a natural benediction… a blessing and a cleansing beyond the gift of Man and, therefore, a perfect way to start a weekend of spiritual exploration.

We had chosen to begin at Penrith Castle, built between 1399 and 1470, probably on the site of a much earlier Roman encampment, as part of the defences against raiders from Scotland. Once thought to have been first built by William Strickland…

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Long, Hot Summer…

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After a long, long, hot summer,

The mornings have finally turned autumnal.

Which must mean,

That Mister Fox,

Cannot be very far away…

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Saturday October 27th

Night of the Hunters Moon

Wortley Mens Club

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And should you need to bone-up on

What, precisely, is involved here…

Some reading matter

In the form of four rather fantastic graphic novels

may help…

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All available to buy on Amazon…

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