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The Star of St George…

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In a green hill,

the hollow green hills,

a dragon sleeps, tonight.

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The red cross on the white shield of St. George is made up of red scales like the scales of the red dragon that wakes at the foot of St Michael’s Spear.

The red cross on the breast of St. George’s white breast-plate is made up of red scales like the scales of the red dragon whose forked tongue licks the root of St Michael’s Spear.

…And since when did the Archangel Michael become a Saint anyway?

Since the wings from the dragon subdued by St George became the self-same wings unfurling from his shoulder-blades.

Red as blood in the fight the fiery dragon rises

Pinioned and led, fled from earth to pole.

A posited pole that starry spear… arrowed straight to light… eddying out… to and fro… back and forth… body and soul… to soul.

For the sight of the night pole leads to the flight of the light soul.

In passion fled…red to red…unbled.

A bright, spear point fed…

to the dragon, red.

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In the dark skies,

a hollow dark sky

the dragon sleeps, tonight.

“O’ Coyote…

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We welcome you to our sacred space…

…We seek your help,

in bringing balance and harmony into the world of our younger cousins.

With your permission we will work with your spirit,

to enlighten and initiate our younger brethren into the deep mysteries of your tales.

We ask your blessing, guidance and participation in this endeavour…”

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‘An Imperious Impulse: Coyote Tales’, Stuart France and Sue Vincent

Fruits of Balance…

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… “‘Greater’ is just as perplexing as ‘space’ and ‘colour’.”

“It contains the concept of consumption.”

“Yet, is not necessarily overjoyed at the idea.”

“Perhaps it is just issuing a friendly warning.”

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“Whichever way we look at it, natural hierarchies involve predation.”

“Why, even space gets in on it.”

“Look at how the sky swallows a bird.”

“That is merely an illusion of distance.”

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Fruits of Force…

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… “Shouldn’t ‘bigger’ be ‘greater’?”

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“Only, if something can be smaller than something else, yet, still greater.”

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“It’s difficult to think of anything.”

“I can think of one thing that is smaller than everything else and also greater.”

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“Yeah?”

“Space!”

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Fortingall…

 

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A berry long time ago…

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Before Worshippers…

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And Scholars…

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And Monarchs…

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And Warriors…

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And Romans…

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And Scorts…

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And Picts…

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The Iron Age…

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The Bronze Age…

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And The Stone Age…

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This tree was planted…

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And it is still alive today.

 

 

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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