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Dear Don: Tree…

France & Vincent

x sheff jan 086Dear Don,

“Oh, Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,
And who with Eden didst devise the Snake…”

It’s this whole Tree thing. It’s bugging me. In Genesis, we have the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, which, if the newly created Adam and Eve should eat from it, they are told ‘they shall surely die’.

Now according to my research, using the opposing terms ‘good and evil’ is a classic device to imply ‘everything’… the two extremes and all that lies in between. So Adam and Eve are warned that to eat from the Tree will result in their deaths… which sounds more like a Universal Gnosis and Initiation to me. Especially when you look at the same story in the Qur’an, where Satan tells them that they will not die, but will become as the Angels… which fits with Genesis 3.22 “And the Lord God…

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Dear Wen: Numbers…

France & Vincent

x aylesbury 043Dear Wen…

Undoubtedly… the Yin Yang is an eloquent symbol perfectly expressing the nature of the mundane world. The corresponding glyph which grants the ability to penetrate this nature is not usually given but omitted and consists in the eight Tri-Grams which surround it like the eight directions of the western temple.

The savants who discovered or were given this system and worked it had everything they needed to interact in a meaningful way with the creative forces of the universe.

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Its discovery is usually given a historical date for convenience but there is no component of the symbol that could not have been conceived at the dawn of time itself…

Pisces… A later, western, take of the same idea, the early depictions have a sort of ‘umbilical cord’ linking the fishes mouth to mouth…although the roof boss at Selby has still yet another slightly different take on all of…

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Dear Don: Numbers…

France & Vincent

Glaston weekend 283Dear Don,

Do you suppose the 6 and the 9 being the same numerical ‘symbol’ inversed also indicate the inner/outer connection? Certainly the Yin Yang symbol that looks at the polarities and the intimate relationship between them looks awfully like a 6 and a 9 nestled up to each other.

And that’s without getting all astrological and starting on the Fishes.

Which makes me wonder, you know, about the Cerne Abbas Giant and exactly what he is portraying on that hillside. I know we know what happened there… and that would fit too.

Cerne Abbas B (1)I wouldn’t mind betting there are legends of hollow hills and the Fae round there either.

“…but they leave him a pledge
Either their mantels of green, or else their maidenhead.”

There’s a Carterhaugh in Selkirkshire, you know… with fairy rings apparently…

I’ll have to try and get back out with the camera to North Marston… I’d…

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Islands in the Sea…

France & Vincent

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…“No matter,” says Wen, “they sometimes put contact details up.” She starts to scrutinise the notice board of the porch and then taps a number into her phone…

“No answer!”

Bugger times two!

We content ourselves with a swift circuit of the church but that merely emphasises the sense of disappointment and, as we climb back into the car, I start to wonder if we are destined for a hangover. It would have been in any case difficult to match the enormities of yesterday’s explorations and maybe we should be spending some time assimilating their significance rather than tearing about the country-side… it is akin I suppose to what, as teenagers, we used to call ‘Chasing the Dragon’ when we stayed out all night looking for drinking parties.

“No worries,” says Wen, “there’s another we can try on the way.”

Wen of course has no such doubts, “On the…

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The Giant’s Song

France & Vincent

“…Will you forge the straight track for us, old friend?” Merlin asked the giant. Ogmios’ eyes gleamed in the starlight.

“Come, it is long since we walked such a path together. Stay close and have your children gather their courage.” The giant walked to the centre of the plateau, caressing the earth and chanting softly. Merlin gathered the Champions and himself took up the rear, rekindling the golden orb which danced above his head. Slowly the ground melted away beneath the giant’s hands, leaving a depression in the ground. Ogmios smiled at the company, and never breaking his chant, stepped into the hole, sinking into the rock as if it was quicksand.

“Follow the song, don’t be afraid to breathe. I am behind you and you are perfectly safe.” Hand in hand Alec and Rhea stepped into the ground. Reality had been redefined so often over the past few days…

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Bardic Study – The Eyes of Fate…

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‘Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate,
All life alone in its chronic patterns?
Oh, swan, let me fly you
To the land of no winds blowing.
I know nothing, and know that I know nothing;
All is in the eye, and in its blinks of seeing.’

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The first verse appears to record a conversation between Swan and Fate. Swan asks a question and is invited by Fate to another world where no winds blow with the proviso that Fate itself is ignorant but merely watches. ‘Blinks’ here, operate as links of time.

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‘So just like the morning,
The ghost of the following day…

Listen…

Hoary, Hoary, Hoary, Hoary…
Rear the rollers, wild and stormy…
Echoes holy… Only lonely… Gone beforey… Hoary… Hoary…’

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The start of the next verse may represent the journey or flight and certainly if the morning is the ghost of the following day we have now travelled or somehow got beyond time in some way.

(Later in the song it becomes clear that this ‘disjoint’ in the day is not natural and can be rectified.)

This is immediately followed by an exhortation to listen…

‘Hoary’ here, is ‘venerable’, ‘ancient’ and ‘holy’.

Whatever decides Fate is very old and appears to be linked to the Sea which despite an absence of wind still rears and is stormy.

This ‘something’ is older than loneliness.

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‘Oh, rivalry and opinion still cast their wild spells.
Effort and contrariness change the directions of time.
The lion still growls in your hollowness.
Please let’s be easy, please let’s be friends.
Watching and learning like small children.’

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In this verse the wild nature of whatever governs Fate appears to be linked to Swan’s propensity for dissension  and emptiness.

Swan is exhorted to reconcile its differences with Fate and learn together by watching for and listening to the lonely ‘Old Friend’.

By so doing the schism in the days can be rectified and a harmony achieved which needs not fame nor fate.

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‘Till out of the morning
Is growing the strength of the day…

Listen…

Hoary, Hoary, Hoary, Hoary…
Hear the rollers, wild and stony…
Echoes holy… Only lonely… Gone beforey… Hoary… Hoary…

Servant of fame or fame for a servant, (Hoary… Hoary…)
You see what you see, you see seldom what is
Servant of fate or fate for a servant, (Hoary…Hoary…)
You see what you see, you see seldom what is.

(Hoary… Hoary…) Servant of fate, Oh…’

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‘The Eyes of Fate’ by Robin Williamson, appeared on the second Incredible String Band album entitled, ‘5000 Spirits’.

Ars Geometrica: Red Rock…

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We are reminded of an ‘old’ Poem:

THE CONVERSION OF ADAM

We call you Red-Rock
Rain-Stone
Mud-Man…

We breathe and you move
Amazed and wondrous
Made ponderous and slow by millennia…

How can you
Adam
When naming beasts of air
River and sea
Field and tree
Adam
Loathe the toil of earth?

And inevitably of the First Matter which comprises three Spirituous Essences…
And suddenly the ‘penny drops’…

There are only three elements because we comprise the fourth,
Or the first: Salt is not of Earth it is of Water,
Fire is Sulphur and Mercury is Air.

…And then the ‘cogs’ begin to turn.

Just like the leaves of an ancient tome…

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Moons of Mountain: Never…

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“So when do I get that drink you owe me?”

“Soon…”

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The warmth of silence as she threads the eye of a needle.

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“I like your owl.”

“It’s Minoan.”

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It would have been a privilege

to spend

the rest of my days

here, forever.

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Never.

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It never was

so good,

again… ?

Moons of Mountain Ana: Nestle…

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Gemma’s warmth as

she links my arm and

the world stops screaming…

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You are an island dark with life;

A swan-hatched dream, taking flight;

A blue-shot cormorant, nestled in night.

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Gemma’s warmth when she talks about

the sort of house she wants, her bottom

drawer, and the colour of christmas decorations.

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The warmth of a smile

 when I look at her crotch:

 earth / urge / air / care.

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O’ for another storm stressed day,

when the sky spoke and

our world yielded… to rain.

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‘I could have run much faster.’

‘You should have been here over Christmas.’

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Of all the things

I’ll never get chance to do…

Moons of Mountain Ana: Vamp…

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Becky is beautiful

but kind and cruel,

in turns.

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Her eyes flash when I call her a vamp,

and when I bad mouth her boyfriend.

 “You make me laugh,” she says, “can I kill you?”

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She has the hair of a teenage friend,

the eyes of an old love, the profile and

features of a desirable aunt, the body of

the goddess Parvati, and a smile like paradise.

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Her mischief resembles that of a childhood adversary.

 “I’m going to turn you into an ass,” she smiles.

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 Her hoot face is reserved for her most cunning lies,

 “I thought I’d see you there,” yet she still

succeeds in soothing the situation.

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 ‘Does she really sleep with him?’

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“I’m sorry about your Grandad,”

she says, like Mum at such times.

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Warmth floods the room…