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Painted

France & Vincent

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Incongruous in Yorkshire stone and sleepy market town

Where unexpected masterwork still wears His thorny crown

Where history, both false and true, unfolds upon the walls

And legend, faith and memory adorn its hallowed halls.

For slaves and saints remembered and a wordless story told

Of dragon-slaying warriors and courtly knights of old,

Must tell the myth that captures hearts and comforts bended knee

Creating visions of what was and what the world could be

If those who owe allegiance to the earthly rule of man

Can look past duty’s confines to a world where faith began.

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Dreaming

France & Vincent

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With spine to earth, She watches as eternities pass by

Marked by the dreams of seekers sleeping ‘neath a starry sky

Held deep within the womb of She whose body forms the ring,

Warm flesh melds with cold stone to learn what visions night may bring.

Upon the mound and deep within the Old Ones shape the night

And guide the questing steps of those who bear the gift of Sight,

With eons marked in ancient stone, the seasons take no heed

Of painted bones whose guardians protect the portal’s need

From seekers old and new whose feet still walk upon the green

To wonder at the face of time and learn what it may mean.

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All – Ex – Andros…

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  One is All…

In Alchemy there are no short cuts.
Many are those who have spent a life-time seeking its treasure in vain.
On the other hand, everything it promises to reveal is freely given at the outset.
One need only attend properly to its stories and dictates to succeed in the quest…
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THE TREASURE OF ALEXANDER
In my native land where I was an orphan there stood a stone statue upon a golden column on which was written:
‘Behold! I am Hermes, he who is three-fold in Wisdom. I once placed marvelous signs openly before all eyes; but now I have veiled them by my wisdom so that none should attain them unless he be a sage like my good self…’
On the breast of the statue one could read:
‘Let him who would learn and know the secrets of creation and of nature look beneath my foot.’
I reflected on what this might mean and started to dig beneath the plinth…
Before long I came to a dark underground chamber in which winds arose and blew without ceasing.
I could go no further.
Exhausted by my toil and full of chagrin at my failure I sat down to rest and immediately fell asleep.
It was then that an old man appeared, resembling myself in build and appearance.
‘Arise and enter into this chamber so as to obtain a representation of nature!’ He said.
‘I cannot,’ I replied, ‘for I can see nothing in the darkness, and the winds that blow there will put out every torch flame.’
‘Then why don’t you put your light into a glass vessel…’ He said.
I immediately awoke, set a light inside a glass, as instructed, and entered the chamber.
There before me sat an Ancient Man on a Golden Throne, holding in his hand an Emerald Tablet on which was written:
‘This is the secret of the world and nature… the knowledge of creation and the cause of all things’…
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All…Ex…Andros…
Could anything be clearer or simultaneously more obscure?
How many Fairy Tales commence with a ‘Native Orphan’ who ends by first recognising and finally realising their ‘High Estate’?
And what should be made of our immobile Stone Figure which stands upon Gold?
He is a God, no less, yet he points not at heaven above but below to the earth.
Or of the Old One who appears in dream as our ‘bodily’ twin?
A simulacrum…
Nature’s representative advises we still the flickering, buffeted flame of our minds eye in order to see…
Deep in the Dark of our Earth the enthroned kin who holds…
A Jewel in the Crown…
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The Eye-Guy’s Eye…

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 Real Eye-Guy…

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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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The Eye-Guy…

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SPOILS OF THE ABYSS

 When Pryderi, Lord of Underhill, was treated for the

 injury done to his arm by Tyrnonos, Thunder-of-Water,

 his leech, Nudd, found that he was unable to save the limb; so

 he hacked it down to a stump and put a silver hand on Pryderi which

 was so cunningly crafted that it had all the movement of a natural hand.

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Yet still Pryderi had no end of pain and trouble with the arm

and he was forever lying sick in his bed from the grief of it…

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“Not a particularly auspicious start, and no sign of our ‘Eye-Guy’.”

“Give it time.” …

“Did they have ‘bionic’ hands in those days then?”

“A ha… I don’t know, did they have ‘bionic’ hands in those days?”

“I think not.”

“We are dealing with the Crafty Folk here, remember?”

“I still think not.”

“So, to what can the silver hand or arm refer?”

“It would be useful to know which we are dealing with, actually.”

“Some sources specify hand, some specify arm, and this lack of precision may itself be the clue to our non literal interpretation. You’d think they’d know!”

“You would.”

“Let’s settle on limb, then. To what can the silver-limb refer?”

“If it’s silver it could have something to do with the moon?”

“I think that’s a very auspicious start.”

“Or a tree?”

“Even better, what sort of tree?”

“A birch tree.”

“Now, I know that is an incredibly auspicious start.”

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The Plight of Black Conn…

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I, alone with White Feline

Each of us, one of a kind…

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Her’s a mind on hunting, set

Mine is for my pet subject…

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What a curious thing, to see

Kept at task, so still, are we…

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She with eye pressed to a nook

My nose buried in some book…

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Housed together, we sit and find

Grand enchantments for our mind…

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When a mouse peeks from its den

Sly and swift is Feline, then…

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I seek wisdom day and night

Stalking darkness thro’ to light…

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So, in peace our trades we ply

White Feline, the cat, and I…

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Daily practice, patience played

Feline is perfect in her trade…

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To draw the sense from wisdoms, high

My feeble wits, I am wont to try…

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Star-Boy…

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In the beginning…

Star-Boy went about the world

Defending people against their enemies.

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Star-Boy was so strong…

He broke all bows of wood

And armed himself with a bone-bow

A bone-knife

And a stone war-club.

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One day…

Star-Boy came to a village of frogs

The Frog-Men poured out of their lodge to greet him.

They set before him food but no water.

“Whoever goes to the water, never returns,” said the Head Frog-Man.

“A great warrior lives there.”

“He has swallowed many of us alive.”

“So now, we thirst.”

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Star-Boy, himself was thirsty after his meal.

He went down to the waterside and was swallowed by a Big Fish.

With his bone-knife he slashed at the gills of the Big Fish and cut his way  out.

He went back to the Frog-Men and slung the fish carcase at their feet.

“You need thirst no more,” he said.

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Eyes for an Eye…

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“You know of what I speak, Gandalf.

A great eye, lidless, wreathed in flame.”

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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?

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“I see you.

You cannot escape.”

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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.

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“What news from Mordor, my Lord?

What does the Eye command?”

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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?

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“They would only be small.

Like children to your eyes.”

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The Eyes of Horus are not the Eye of Sauron.

They recognise only the Id-entity…

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