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Harvest of Wyrms…

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‘The Witch’, they called her but she minded not, tending to her herbs and the animals and birds which nature’s highest intelligence brought to the garden of her single roomed house knowing her abilities to hold and to heal…

It started slowly.

A black stain on the stone and the gentle glooping of mud or oil disturbed by rising vapours.

But by noon the single roomed house had begun to rise through the air…

She peered from a window of the house, now tower, at the receding garden, far below, and smiled.

Unfurling her wings she hopped from the window…

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Unspeakable Beauty

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“To be fully alive is to have an aesthetic perception of life because a major part of the world’s goodness lies in its often unspeakable beauty.”

Yukitaka Yamamoto

96th generation High Priest (Guji) of the Tsubaki Grand Shrine in Mie Prefecture, Japan (Shinto shrine).

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I keep Yukitaka Yamamoto’s quote in an accessible place, to often remind of life’s purpose. Why? My recent posts have been infused with hints of regret, pain, and vulnerability. Not something I’ve wanted to disclose, but when the spirit wants to be heard, you give it space.

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My unavoidable sojourn at home has been an illuminating experience. It’s guided me out of the stillness of the inner temple into the tranquil spirituality of the garden outside. What the eyes have been blind to, the Soul has joyously acknowledged. That is, the world’s goodness lying…

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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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Seeding thoughts

The Silent Eye

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I woke early and, instead of crawling grudgingly out of the warm bed as usual, I lay in thought for a few minutes. I had not moved anything except my eyelids; Ani couldn’t possibly know I was awake yet… could she? Well, on past showing yes, but honestly, it wasn’t even daylight. I have long since lost the habit of lounging in bed on a morning. Children and dogs require attention and years of getting up bleary eyed to deal with them build a habit it would be nice to break.

On the other hand, I get the dawns, so I can’t complain.

I was musing over something I had read before sleep from Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, “Matter is spirit moving slowly enough to be seen.” Scientifically, go ahead and shoot me down in flames, but the idea caught my attention as it accords with how I have always…

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Betwixters?…

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“We still don’t know how they did it, or why, or even if they really did it or not…

…We do know that for at least two thousand years these sort of monuments were a preoccupation, were the preoccupation of a world wide culture.

And then they were not!

The traditional supposition is climate change.

But there is another way to look it.

One that involves teleology…

And a change of state…

An evolution.

Amphibians can live in water and on land.

What would we call a creature that lives neither in nor out of time but somewhere between?”…

 

Sayings…

France & Vincent

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‘Those that work get bread.’

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A simple, straightforward enough equation,

yet, in the outer world, where the idler often has ‘bread’

in far greater abundance than the worker,

it is far from true…

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In the outer world,

subject as it is

to the laws of indifference and imperfection,

the ‘Jinni of the lamp’ obeys only the one who siezes it!

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Not so, the inner world.

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Here, only those who know travail can find rest,

and only one who ‘wields the knife’ is graced Isaac.

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It is only here that the worker gives birth to his father.

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‘Heart and Soul’…

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The first key…

Bigger than me…

and inside, a box; identical but smaller, in order to fit, with another key.

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Key number two…

As big as you…

whose mote is my beam, now clearly seen as I click the lock and find inside another box, identical but smaller…

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Key number three…

What will we see…

as we flick the lock and peer inside the box? A heart, blood red and still beating…

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The ground starts to shake with footfalls much bigger than me and a large eye appears at the church window.

‘Fee… Fi… Fo… Fum…’ says the Giant.

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Peripheral Views…

France & Vincent

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…Without ‘supernatural elements’ this type of conditioning would be unhealthy

and is the one most beloved of insecure, manipulative minds

intent on turning their victims into ‘Apes of Faith’.

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Which is, perhaps, one of the reasons why the ‘supernatural’

is here so heavily stressed.

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A radiant visage and countenance

is such a mainstay of supernatural narrative

that it must have some basis in real experience…

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…As is telepathy.

There are though, also, some people who are very good at this.

In which context, ‘reading one’s mind’

is not the same as, ‘hearing one’s thoughts’.

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The praeternaturally lengthy life-spans in this

and other biblical stories

probably have more to do with an editorial attempt

to ‘square’ original myth with historical time-frames

than with history, which is not to say

that people a very long time ago

were not a lot bigger and/or lived a lot longer…

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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…