“The magical and the scientific views of the world are
quite similar. In both, the succession
of events is assumed to be e perfectly regular a and certain, being determined
by immutable laws, the operation of which can be foreseen and calculated
precisely: the elements of chance, of change, and of accident are banished from
the course of nature. The principles of
association are excellent in themselves and indeed absolutely necessary to the
working of the human mind.
Legitimately, applied they yield science, illegitimately applied they
yield magic, the bastard sister of science._ "Magic"; triple-bodied, torch bearing,
cur-hounded horrendous hateful howling Magic. •
(What distinguishes sacrifice and prayer
(religion) from magic? Magic wants to be
effective without entering into any relationship)_ “In one classic formulation, the
anthropologist Bronislaw Malinawski argued that, science, means achieving
practical results through direct physical action; magic, means seeking
practical results through indirect, immaterial and some times supernatural means;
and religion, mean seeking fellowship with the divine, totally apart from
practical results...Prayer is a request and leaves the outcome to God’s
decision. magic is the attempt to exert
power and establish control sometimes over forces regarded as demonic.” _In so far as religion assumes the world to
be directed by conscious agents who maybe
turned from their purpose by persuasion, it stands in fundamental
antagonism to magic as well as science”._
The scientific quest for truth and the
religious quest for faith are equal effort._
“As reason is a rebel unto faith, so passion unto reason; as the
propositions of Faith seem absurd unto reason, so the theorems of reason unto
passion and both unto faith”_
In the last analysis magic, (the
last recourse of a vanquished race), theology and science are nothing but
structural belief systems. As science
succeeded it’s predecessors, so it maybe itself succeed by a more perfect
hypotheses._ A more perfect structural belief system that betters aids its practitioners attain their goals. The point is there is more than one way to
see things, more than one way to understand things and these differing
structural belief systems reach the same valid conclusions.
The
poet Shakespeare said, “All the
world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.”[16]
. “The
consecrated spot” cannot be formally distinguished from the playground. The arena, the card table, the magic circle,
the temple, the stage, the screen, the tennis court, the court of justice… are
all in form and function play-grounds, forbidden spots, isolated hedged around,
hallowed…”[17] The great will not
condescend to take any thing seriously; all must be as gay as the song of a
canary.” [18] .
“In all the wild imaginings of mythology a
fanciful spirit is playing on the border line between jest and earnest… Conversely, no one is ever totally joking,
there is always some degree of truth in their jest.
“In
all the wild imaginings of mythology a fanciful spirit is playing on the he
border line between jest and earnest.
The Japanese language exhibits this concept in polite speech, the mode
of address used in conversation with people of high rank. The convention is that higher classes merely
play at all they do. The polite form for
“you arrive in Tokyo” is literally “you play at arriving in Tokyo” And for “I hear you father is dead.”, “I hear
that your father has played dying.” In
other words, the revered person is imagined as living in an elevated sphere,
where only pleasure or condescension moves on to action” -J.Huizinga-
The Great will not condescend to take anything serio8usly; all must be gay as
the song of a canary.” - Emerson-
DAWN is the time of
enlightenment( the Fool). DUSK the time
of reflections(the Hermit) DAWN is a
time of enlightenment and magic. It is
also that twilight land between sleep and awake where things re often resolved
in our head. Speaking of twilight, it is
also the DUSK that offers a bright shining moment of tranquility. “AT Dawn my soul grows bright wings. My face glows with white heat. Above fields, I speak with the voice of
a hawk, my eye sharp as a blade against
the wheat. I speak the work from which I
was made. I speak of truth , splendor
and strength.” -Normandi Ellis-
"Performances
do not occur on stage nor in the auditorium but in between the two, they are,
in effect, exercises in the creation and occupation of thresholds."
[George,
PERFORMANCE
EPISTEMOLOGY: AN ESSAY, 1995]
"Cyberspace
is a consensual hallucination that these people have created. Its like, with this equipment, you can agree
to share the same hallucinations. In
effect they're
creating
a world." [William Gibson in Rucker,
Sirius and Mu, MONDO 2000 USERS GUIDE TO THE NEW EDGE, 1992]
Like
being at the theatre and being on the telephone, being 'in' cyberspace necessitates the
imaginative 'creation and occupation' of a third, consensually created, liminal world.
Liminality
is a term used by the Belgian folklorist Arnold van Gennep to denominate the
second of three stages in what he called a "rite of passage".
The
liminal state is a transient time/space for the consciousness as it travels
from one world to another. This might be
from bachelorhood to marriage, the ritual of the ceremony being the liminal
phase when/where one is neither single or married. Crucially, though, the liminality of cyberspace differs to Gennep's linear
"rite of passage" in
that
it suspends the threshold to give the transient world the primary status
(rather than tangible worlds that define it) that remains 'in-between'. Two people share a virtual cappuccino in
MOO-space . Whilst there would appear to be only two worlds in
this
equation there are in fact three. The
meeting of two time/spaces necessitates
the construction of a third. Cyberspace
is neither 'here' in WORLD A, nor 'there' in
WORLD
B but 'in-between' under constant negotiation within the suspended threshold of
WORLD C. Both time and space are
ambiguous (but not artificial), the world being 'now'
but
'not now' and 'here' but 'not here'.
Without this time/space created in the imagination of the two people,
communication could not occur for neither would understand
the
other. In the limen there are shifting
yet implicit rules and codes which work to create and preserve the meeting
ground.
Mircea
Eliade, in Rites and Symbols of Initiation (1958), like van Gennep before him
(Rites de Passage /I , 1909), outlines three stages in initiatory ritual;
separation from or death to the old life, the intermediary state of chaotic
ambiguity and ordeal, and rebirth in a new life and return to society as a new
being. The liminal state, Eliade
opines,
is equivalent to the primal chaos. Crossroads, traditionally the place of
uncanny happenings, are liminal places; Samhain and Beltaine are liminal times,
offering a partial explanation for the weird and magical happenings associated
with them, as are the twilight times of dawn and dusk, neither night nor day.
Pareto’s
Analysis . it was formulated by an Italian economist, the Marquis Wilfredo
Pareto. He determined that fifteen percent of the people of Milan
possessed eighty-five percent of its wealth.
Joseph Juran expanded and
improved. eighty percent of the profits derive from twenty percent of the
sales, or eighty percent of the revenue derives from twenty percent of the
customers, twenty percent of the cars cause eighty percent of the traffic,
twenty percent of the employees cause eighty percent of the boss’ headaches.
"
SPELL "Give a spell, to work
your will Dark Queen."
"If
someone appears seriously ill, heat up a
cast iron frying pan, run outside and hit it really hard with a hammer until it
breaks. After which, bury the pieces and
the person get better. This ritual
pretends to “breaking a fever”. This
reminds me of the Greek myth of a difficult birth. Someone said the child would die about the
same time the last long on the fire burned up.
The quick thinking midwife grabbed the log with her bare hand, plunged
it into a vat of water (quenched the fever) wrapped up the log and buried it
somewhere in the basement.
,
" A dozen mighty lords and ladies sit upon the gilded thrones of
Olympus. A dozen beautiful horaes
accompany me during the day and a dozen horaes in a blessed night. So
five-dozen minutes in a fleeting hour. Roughly five dozen time five dozen days
in a year. So three hundred and sixty
degrees in a circle."
"This
country was surveyed from sea to shining sea by townships. A township equals three dozen “sections”. A section is a mile wide. A
mile is eighty chains long. “Chains” are four rods long." "This
explains the placement of telephone poles, fence posts and the stays in posts
and the stays in bob-wire fences. " She explained. A “rod” is sixteen and a half feet.
"
The
quizzical looks returned to their faces, the goddess only smiled in reply then
added, " A foot can be divided into
a dozen inches.
After time and distance pretty much
everything else seems based on;
• the number Pi (3.1415926…),
• the Golden Section (1.61803 39887...)
or conversely (0.61803 39887...)
• and the Fibonacci Series
(1,2,3,5,8,13…)
The
Gaia Theory was a ritual expounded by atmospheric chemist James Lovelock and
evolutionary biologist Lynn Margulis.
. "I live." she
announced, "And because I do, so the rocks that are my bones, atmosphere that is my perfume and rolling
oceans beyond that girds me . all organizations can be treated like
organisms. Organisms strive to survive
be they the local university or the dandelions in the front lawn. "
And remember you are all part of the
organizations/organisms. You are the
Illuminati. You create and maintain the
very organizations victimizing you. As
a wise man said of, “We have meet the enemy and they are us.”
The
Pygmalion Effect, was crafted by the words of William Shakespeare and King
David. The research of Rosenthal and
Jacobson in an elementary school further improved the ritual. This ritual
allows the worshipper improve a person in a certain respect, by just acting
as though that particular trait were already one of her outstanding
characteristics. Shakespeare said:
“Assume a virtue if you have it not…for use almost can change the stamp of
nature.[11]” And it might be well to
assume and state openly that the other party has the virtue you want her to
develop.“[12]
The Cyprian Pygmalion was the best sculptor of this ritual. He crafted a beautiful statue of the ideal woman. With her pert lips, the sway of her hips,
firm round breasts and the proverbial “alabaster thighs”, he knew it would move
at any minute. His masterpiece became
his obsession. His adoration so great he
began to refer to the statue as his wife.
The goddess took pity on the man,
and his “wife” Galatea took on life.
It won’t rain on “August 28th” It won’t rain that day because I’m planning a
picnic. And I wouldn’t plan a picnic on
a rainy day. Hence it won’t rain on
August 28th
A
neighbor’s “friendly” dogs came snarling and charging across his lawn one day
as I walked by, like dread Hades’ mutt Cerberus, greeting his guests.. What did I do?
A
dragon, guarded the spring and destroyed most of those that were sent. In his
indignation Cadmus killed the dragon, and by the advice of Athena sowed its
teeth. When they were sown there rose from the ground armed men whom they
called Sparti. These slew each other, some in a chance brawl, and some in
ignorance. When Cadmus saw armed men growing up out of the ground, he flung
stones at them, and they, supposing that they were being pelted by each other,
came to blows. [15]
What
did Cadmus do when the “teeth of the dragon”, those dogs of war, came snarling,
growling, heavily armed and dangerous toward him? He threw them a rock, a bone of the
broad-bosomed earth; gold. There weren’t
any rocks nearby, but my hand found a piece of firewood. The neighbor’s pack stopped instantly and sat
back Tails began to wag. The stick sailed over Orthus’ heads and away
it went in chase.
Men
do best that they do for love. It is
love that makes a groom's bestman and bride the worst of enemies or best of
lovers.
Actually,
people don't want money, they want the things that money can buy. Hence power
can be a good substitute.
Sadly,
some men have no other reason for their behavior than "I was drunk."
But, the things we say and do when we are drunk, are the things we wanted to
say and do all along.
After
all the lame justifications and excuses, sometimes, it just gets down to "Cause
I want to."
The New Year Baby soon replacing tired Father Time. A simple story line. But Father Time looks a lot like Cronus
carrying his scepter; the sickle, soon to be dethroned by his last born,
Zeus. And as a rite of passage, New
Year’s Eve is proverbial; “Out with the
old, in with the new.” , New Year’s resolutions and the obvious symbolism of
the new generation taking over for the old.
Robert Graves and Jospeh Frazier were experts at this sort of
interpretation.
What Bride, torn from friend and
family, cannot relate to Persephone kidnapped by Hades. What young newly wed does not lament the lost
of the spring time of their life when faced with the world of responsibility
and obligation.
Admittedly, Persephone’s kidnapping
might represent the worshippers of Hades claiming the fatherhood o Persephone
for their deity and absconding with her from Ceres’ temple. But the appeal of the story is the
universality of Persephone’s rite of passage from a carefree girl to duty bound wife.
We all suffer rites of passage. Too often we suffer alone. The road is well mapped, all we need to do is
remember how our predecessor and ancestors handled the situation.
Every journey is a quest. We always walk in myth. We need simply to see the archetype to recall
the answer.
With wistful words we whisper of
Wisdom, “getting the Big Picture”, truly “seeing”, summoning the second sight,
the inner sight, insight. may paths will
sneak us to our hearts desire. We
secretly studied the Kabbalah, numerology, the tarot, dream interpretation,
sycronicity, and philosophy. We studied
hard in solitude and muted light. “We know that the secret of the world is
profound, but who or what shall be our interpreter we know not. “From the day the Temple wad destroyed,
prophecy was taken away from prophets and given to fools and children.”_ Children told Isis where Osiris body was
hidden. A mountain ramble, a new style o
face, a new person, maybe put the key into our hands.”_ Then on some discreet occasion, some pretty
passage in our books or startling sight in the sky moved us for a moment beyond
the veil and we truly “saw”. For one
brief shining moment the Spirit fell upon us. Second sight, the ability to
predict whether a thing will indeed prove to be as it seems. _ The Sight means you know things or can
discern things. That you have “in
sight”. Not that you can tell the
future. It means you can listen instead
of just hearing, see instead of just look.
Seeing
is like navigating. To understand what
you seen now, you must remember where you have been. You must creep out from some place you
know. A home port in the storm with a
chart. Some comfortable chair in a warm
library with a great book. Some cozy
room in the attic with a deck of cards.
A bridge across a brook and a sprig of mint. These are all keys to the door of knowledge.
Think back on those discrete moments
when the Spirit moved you, when the
second sight fell upon you with clarity and all the world was
understandable. Think about the topic or
event, or place that triggered your vision.
Go back there. Go back when it’s
likely to happen again and do those things and think those thoughts. Go to the boat, unroll the chart, only when
it’s likely to happen. Go to the
library, turn the pages of the great book, when you are “seeing”. Only go to the attic and shuffle the cards
when you are getting the big picture.
Cross Hammer Slough and toss a sprig upon the water, only when you suffer
the second sight.
And in time when you unroll the
scroll, turn the page, lay the card, wave the bough, you will always see. One night during a cruise on the Eastern
Mediterranean, the Judge wantted to make a wish upon the Deep, beneath the
stars. We went out on deck with a
coin. I wished for the sight. I could see stars in the sky, light on the blackened islands and if I concentrated
the moonlight twinkling on the water; head, heart, and soul. We went to the Other Side of the boat and I
saw; nothing.
I
see how hard we strive for truth and once attained, how easily we forget it.
-Normandi Ellis-
Odin
did not forfeit an “eye” to become all-knowing.
What king of “god” is that? A
magician might have “sacrificed an eye, but to whom? Mimir was already dead.
Admittedly, one eye was blind to
this world, after a draught from the he Well of Mimir (at the baste of the Tree
of Life.) But it was perfectly well into the next. The gift of Mimir’s Well was not Wisdom, but
Fairy Sight.
I
watched Zero Ain’t Fixed approach for a moment when some motion on the ground
caught my attention. For one brief
moment I saw the ship reflected in a skinny muskeg hole. could that be like life. Truth flies above in all her glory beneath a
wide open sky, but below her image last only a fleeting moment.
“See
ya on the Other Side” -”Ghostbusters”
“I want to see beyond the veil”
“Go back to your fields, old
man. There are no secrets here.” They laughed and left me to thought...
Then one afternoon-I don’t know why,
perhaps the sun shone on me - a priest led me tot the room of secrets. I saw a young girl spinning flax and an old
woman baking raisin cakes. Through a
window I saw a man plowing his field, struggling to upturn a stone and calling
to his stubborn donkeys. A hawk circled
overhead, while two children tossed a small fish back into he river.
I moved to speak, but the priest
held up his hand. “You must be silent
now. You are re staring into the face of
God.”
For
as the ibis pecks along the bank for a bit of food, so the scribe searches
among his thoughts for some truth to tell. -Normandi Ellis-
“hitherto
the goddess alone had been wise” -Graves-
The forfeited eye of Odin is the sun
reflected on the waters of the Well of Mimir.
God’s eyes are the Sun and the Moon
“Osiris is the right eye
of Rae. “ (Normandi Ellis) So Set is the left, the Moon. Red Osiris above black
Set below. Odin used his left eye to see
here, right eye to see there. “A great many wells were supposed to cure
eye problems which scholars have traced to the magical perception of the well
as the eye of a god. -Mara Freeman
“I was like Horus, prince of the
air...blind in one eye until the Moon arose” -Normandi Ellis- Does this imply some spiritual beings can’t
“see” on earth?
"Some
phrases are guideposts to this truth;
“as”,
“than”,
“how much more so”,
and “like”
"The
reflection of a house in water bears a relationship to the house on the shore.
It’s reflection shimmers on the still waters below. Does the reflection in the water bear the
same relationship to the house on the shore that the world below bears to the
world above? What if angels pass through
our world like swans gliding through the reflection, seemingly part of the
scene, but not really? Leaving just
ripples in time like the wake of the unseen object.
I
see thing other men, don’t see. Secret
words repeated in mirrors, bit of legend fallen from the he lips of slave
girls. -Normandi Ellis-
Approaching hammer Slough this
morning I recalled that water is a boundary.
I began to smile, laid aside my routine worries and began to see thing
differently. Through the day, I
kept losing the sight and had to get re-oriented. This afternoon I decided it’s like
navigating. To know where you’re at you
have to keep track of where you’ve been.
Otherwise you can only orientate yourself by the us of major landmarks
like; bodies of water crossroads, mountaintops, deserts, etc.
Walking - I walk down the street,
cross the bridge at hammer Slough and climb back up the hill to work. As it says in The Hobbit, “The Road goes
ever, on and on, Down from the Door where it began.” Adventure
waits without. To cross water is
to swim the collective subconscious, to transverse the veil of the abyss, to
travel from here to there and be reborn anew.
Atop the bridge I toss a sprig to the gods and ghost of the place, to
the green haired naiad and read its ripples on the veil of the deep. Walking on, I am a student ready waiting for
the dryad, teacher, or angel to appear at each intersection.
Shoveling the Backyard - I tie my
big black Labrador, Jake to the bumper of the truck. I take a box to the backyard and more smear
it around than shovel it into the he
box. If Jake’s been digging holes, I’ll
toss the poop into that earthen pond and cover it over with dirt. When the box is full, I fold it shut as
carefully s one nails the lid on a coffin and bury it in the b bottom of the garbage
can. I put jack back on his runner and
throw my gloves on the mudroom floor as though ritually contaminate. They wait the next time I do the
laundry. I forget to wash Jake as we
often forget to console the surviving.
Laundry - I stoop to open the Door,
clear off the high plain of the washer and dryer tops, and begin to fold and
place laundry in piles. When they grow
too high, I like the people at Babel, wander through my home depositing clothes
and then return to finish the task. I
seek , the Door opens and I receive.
Like the rainments we wear in Heaven com our garment form the dryer,
stainless. Like our bodies from the
baptismal pool come our clothes from he
washer, sinless and made clean daily by God’s Grace. Like our souls returning to Heaven; warm light and fluffy our clothes returning
to our rooms.
Dishes - I sort and drain the dirty
dishes in the sink, piling them on the
he bank to the right. I clean the
sinks, then fill the right most with warm soapy water. I wash a few things, leaving the hardest to
soak longest before wiping them. (It’s
like going for communion after the
general forgiveness of sin; some of us need more forgiveness than others.) I pull the soapy dishes from the sink like
John the Baptist pulling the Lord from the River Jordan, placing them in the left
sink until they pile up. I risen them
and place them clean and sparkling
like our souls made daily sinless and clean by God’s Grace on the dish drainer
on the left bank. I repeat the process
until all the dishes shine or the drain’s full.
I often wash the sink. When the
dishes are dry as bones, I pull them from the drainer with my right hand. Their are many rooms in our father’s mansion
above. My right hand seek the right
place and my left hand opens the Door. I
settle them time there with rest of the
set or where it belongs. I continue the
process until the drainer below lies mostly empty. Never thinking to wash and rise the drainer
as the Flood once cleaned the world below.
“There will be signs in; the sun,
the moon, and the stars…the roaring of the sea and the waves.”[59] I tossed a sprig of mint from the bridge
hovering over Hammer Creek. A stiff
breeze carried it back to my feet. The
oddness of the event caught my attention.
Below the pollen rode the falling tide to the inevitable deep. I stood to the mouth of the river of
life. Such little time left to
drift. But, the sprig had returned. Maybe if the Spirit ran upstream, maybe that
Holy Wind could carry me back up the creek, give me not more time, but another
chance. I tossed the spring. It landed at my feet again.
Always start by wondering “Why?”
people do and say the things they do.
There’s two way to judge people; by what they say or what they do. Remember, women define friendship by what
they say to one another. Men define
friendship by what they do with one another.
We
all do exactly what we want to do o. If
you complain and complain and do nothing about it, obviously the situation
isn’t that bad. Always wonder “Why?” a
person says something, cause quiet often people don’t exactly say wheat they
mean. An excellent example comes from
Robert Heinlein’s’ “Friday”
“Miss
Baldwin is it not? Do you have someone
meeting you in Auckland? What with the
war and all, it is not a good idea for an unescorted woman to be alone in an
international port”
I
answered, “Nobody’s meeting me, but I’m just changing for the South Island
shuttle. How do these buckles work? Uh, do those stripes mean you’re the captain?”
s “Let ME SHOW YOU.
c YES, = Captain IAN Tormey.” He
started belting me in. I let him.
“Captain,
Golly! I’ve never met a captain
before.” A remark like that isn’t eve a
fib when it’s a ritual in the ancient barnyard dance. He said to me “I’m on the prowl and you look
good. Are you interested?” And I had answered, ”You look acceptable but
I’m sorry to have to tell you that I don’t have time today.”
At
that point he could adjourn with no hurt feeling or elect to invest in good
will against a possible future encounter.
He chose the latter.
Live Our Dreams
Anything a person finds worthwhile
remembering can be interpreted at three
different levels; basic story line; the personal symbolic significance of each
person, place or thing in a story and how each person, place, thing or event is
an aspect of the dreamer. The current
fashion dictates this method for dream interpretation but it’s equally valid
for strong memories of any sort. “I
commented that each person must read the great classic sources three times;
once as a child for the plot, once as a young person for various levels of accumulated
tradition and once as an adult to measure the source against life as one has
come to know it. “ _
Ice Cream Sandwiches
Tequila and orange juice
Oak Creek Canyon
Forget about the problem
That’s
it! Those four are the only possible
solutions. Sorry. Oh okay, you can substitute rum and coke for
T&OJ. And I suppose you could take
these symbolically.
For example, let’s say , I’m
overweight (by a little bit!) 1)Ice
Cream sandwiches; well actually this could stand for eat something other food
than the Danishes at mid-morning break and 2 bowls of ice cream before
bed. 2)
Tequila and orange juice is a diet that would probably bring off the
weight. And if I drink enough, I won’t
even worry about the weight. 3) Oak Creek Canyon; everyone has a Oak Creek
Canyon. Some warm wonderful place to get
away from it all. From all the Twinkies,
chocolate and fast food. Besides, the
hike down there would burn off a few sweets.
4) Forget it! I don’t have a problem if I don’t perceive it
as a problem.
Choices, choices, choices! I hate having to sniff through the myriad
choices and come up with the right one. Generally, my choices come down to two
diametrically opposed choices. Should I buy a car or go on a vacation.?
1)
Flip a coin!
2)
Remember the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers? they had a wonderful
decision making tool. To paraphrase, “A
car will get you through time of no vacation better than a vacation will get
you through times of no car.” I got
agree. It’s a long walk to the grocery
store. Besides, if you have car you can
take mini-vacations.
3)
Do both! Okay, compromise do
neither!
I was reading about elves and
fairies in “The Ethnology of Pre-history”.
the author asked “Who were these magical non-humans? The enemy of “man” who could not touch iron?” He then goes on to suggest they were the
pre-Japhethic indigenous inhabitants of Europe.
magic is the last avenue of power
available to a subjected people.
“Human” and “man” were based on the Japhethic ethno-centric definition
and the “Fay” couldn’t touch iron, cause they didn’t have any. Were the Vanir their deities.? or were they the souls of the ancient gods,
these swarms of careless Fay, who escaped oblivion only to see their altars in
decay. Each evening does some chthonic
underling bring them a vessel of water from the Lethe to quench their wretched
thirst. Each dawn does Aurora sprinkle
ambrosia , like dew about their trysting places. They
awake refreshed. They have not
tomorrow or yesterday. They live only
for today. True, certainly among the Fay
nobility, you have Oberon, Titania, and Queen Mab. But they were parented by mere demi-gods and
have no need to forget faded glory.
I dreamt of being wrapped in an
afghan, brooding in the darkness. (The
fay came to lead me off to their midnight revels.) The Greek gods could “wrap themselves in
darkness” to make themselves invisible,
insulate themselves form the world. I do
that when I’m angry , wrap myself in a cloak of darkness. It’s why I grow so quiet when angry. I know the words of power I can speak when
truly angry. They can destroy. They cannot be taken back. They take on a life of their own and march
forth to destroy. Thrice, I’ve let my
anger get the best of me. Twice it
worked out from for the best, but all three experiences scared me. They felt like out of body experiences in
which I just observed. And so I wrap
myself in darkness to protect myself and the world from my anger, until it
passes. So, the same day while driving
down he street I see a co-worker doing
something stupid. I get so cranked up
about it that I eventually observe I’m a little too concerned. She was wrapping herself in denial rather
than dealing with her problem.
A
few days later at a friends funeral the priest encouraged us to “wrap ourselves
in our grief” Grief is a gift from the
Holy Spirit, we should use it.
Likewise, anger is a gift from
God. A gift I rarely us. The fay had attempted to pluck my afghan off
me. To remove my cloak of darkness is to
reveal my naked rage. “I wouldn’t do
that, if I were you.” I warned them each
in words that were too quiet and calm for their jovial mood. Power clung to those simple words. Power sent from above. Maybe I should use this gift or let it use
me.
two
children found around the turn of the century who were greenish and speechless,
and thought to have come from deep inside the earth They were the inspiration for Herbert Read's
1935 novel The Green Child. The theme of
a lost shadowy "better" (or at any rate, powerful and worthy of
respect/careful handling) race of beings living in caves and under the earth,
sometimes interbreeding with humankind, has always been a part of British
storytelling tradition, from the Kingdom of Fairy to the wonderful dark stories
of Arthur Machen. The legend of green
"fairy children" being found in England is at least as old as the 16th century. The version
current at that time is recorded in at least one chapbook (I'm doing this from
memory. My sources are at home.) They reportedly said, after they had learned
enough English to communicate, that their country was under the ground, and
that it was always light there. The name of the country was St. Martin's Land,
and the people were Christians (denomination unspecified :).) In this version,
the boy died soon afterward, but the girl lived to grow up and marry. Needless
to say, the similarity of this to British fairy lore and
various
conceptions of the afterlife has not gone unremarked. I distinctly remember reading a very clear
reference to a leader or "father-like" individual known to the Green
Children and surrounding peasants as simply “JACK THE GREEN” who later was
regarded as a godlike figure much like Pan, and was considered by some to be
the origination of what we now refer to as "Father Christmas". He was considered King of the Little Folk
and worshiped as a basic archetype pagan god.
He was leader, if you will, of the green children, and taught some of
the chosen surrounding mortals something known as "Green Witchcraft"
which can still be found today if one looks hard enough.
Evangeline BeauSoleil
“Buttercups heart was a secret garden and the
wall (hedge) was very tall.” -William
Goldman in the Princess Bride.
This
way of looking at the world is based on a concept as old as the Garden of
Eden. That our hearts are secret gardens
surrounded by tall hedges. We can
perceive our small world as hedged off from the greater world and each thing in
the secret garden; flowing fountain, apple bearing tree, woman at the well, as
symbols and ways of interpreting the
events of our day-to-day lives.
Under the red
sky of first dawn
Stand a large
blooming fruit tree.
Her tips reach
up into the sky.
Her trunk down
to world and sea.
Who sits beneath
the apple tree?
She is
Magdaline, the fairy.
The tree in the
morning light casts
a cool oasis for
her soul.
Her heart is a
secret garden,
its hedges thick
and high, we know.
Through this
strip of green herbage, strewn
between home and
the wild unknown,
strode the
thirsting hero Odin[32],
whom her mother
had forbidden.
“Once in my
youth, I gave, poor fool,
a warrior apples
and water
and may I die
before you cool
such thirst as
his, my daughter”[33]
The division between here and there
might not be so solid as it appears.
There are no walls just hedges. Only a thin veil separates this small
world from the greater; this side from the other side of reality. The hedge in our little secret garden is the
blind eye we turn to things in our lives we don’t want to see.
“Life is a small garden we should
not traverse in haste.” [37] “At the
gate of the garden some stand and look within, but do not care to enter. Others step inside, behold its beauty, but do
not penetrate far. Still others encircle
this garden inhaling the fragrance of the flowers, having enjoyed its full
beauty; pass out again, by the same gate.
But there are always some who enter and become intoxicated with the
splendor of what they beheld and remain for life to tend the garden” [38]
A woman awaits us in the heart of the garden; the
rosy-cheeked naiad of the well. She will
gladly give us cool water to drink. She
might seem the meliad of the tree; the nymph of the apple tree growing
there. She will happily share with us
her finest fruits. She might be a
favorite teacher, a wise friend, a caring parent, a guardian angel disguised as
a stranger. Too long we’ve confused the
nymph at the well with wisdom. She is
not the source of wisdom, but can draw on it and quench our thirst. As a woman gave water to the Lord at the
well, so the kaballahist say that, Binah
distribute the Wisdom that is Chokmah[39].
She is the dryad of the tree of life, the Great Mother, the naiad of the
spring at the tree’s roots, the keeper of the golden apples, the ephemeral
fruits within her boughs. She tends to
wisdom and to the subconscious. She
expects our unconditional love, for never yet has wisdom hung on the arm of the
conditional.
Tradition ran
that the nymph had been the wife of the wise king Numa, that he had consorted
with her in the secrecy of the sacred grove, and that the laws which he gave
the Romans had been inspired by communion with her divinity…According to some,
the trysting-place of the lovers was not in the woods of Nemi but in a grove
outside the dripping Porta Capena at Rome, where another sacred spring of
Egeria gushed from a dark cavern.[40]
Eventually we must leave the secret garden, leave the
fairy sight behind, behind us and return
to the “real” world. A wise man will
veil his face and flee before his wisdom is recognized. INSERT ISAIAH
I
live in the eye of the lady of flame. I
am light reflected by Hathor’s
mirror(the Moon). The words of
the goddess are bright and shining in my mouth I create myself -Normandi Ellis-
I
have seen the great world and the small.
- Normandi Ellis-.
Its
plain the Bible means
That
Solomon grew wise,
while
talking with his queens. -W.B.Yeats-
Too
long we’ve confused the Dryad at the well with Wisdom. Women are re not the source of Wisdom, but
they can draw on it and quench our thirst.
As a woman gave water to the Lord at the well, so Binah distribute the
Wisdom that is Chokmah.
Never
yet has Wisdom hung on the arm of the conditional
A
wise man will veil his face and flee before his wisdom is recognized. INSER
ISAAIAH
She
is the Dryad of the Tree of Life, the Great Mother, the naiad of the spring at
the trees roots, the keeper of the golden apples., the ephemeral fruits within
it’s boughs. She attend to wisdom to the
subconscious.
I live in the eye of the lady of flame.
I am light reflected by Hathor’s mirror (the Moon).
The words of the goddess are bright
And shining in my mouth I create myself. [41]
DOORS and GATES
is where Wisdom waits. What then are the
doors and gates to our soul? Are not the
eyes the “Window on the Soul”? Does not
wisdom enter through our senses?
The Tree
The wise know a tree, named Yggdrasil[42] in the
secret garden of their heart. Sparkling
showers shed on her leaves dripping dew into the dales below. By Mimir’s well she waves evergreen, standing
over the still pool. [43] Her bodily adornment looks like the bark and her
freely given spiritual gifts like the fruit.[44] She is the tree of life. All the wise wish to lay in the shade of the
tree on a hot day “with a book of verse beneath the bough, a loaf of bread, a
jug of wine and thou”.[45] To abide in the shadow of the Almighty is to dwell
in the Holy Spirit. Childhood itself
lies buried at the foot of that tree: a few turns of the spade and it will be
out in the light again. [46]
Many “trees” grow in the forest of philosophy. This woods is called the “field of apple
trees”.[47] The expression, “Can’t see
the forest for the trees.“ suggests so many “trees”; kabbalah, tarot, dream
interpretation, I-ching, Christianity, Islam, etc, that a wise man’s mind can
get boggled trying to use or comprehend them all. We find ourselves silently walking among the
trees looking for wisdom by the light of the fiery moon. The shaggy forest can appear as a place of
darkness, chaos, and uncertainty in contrast to the order and openness of our
cultivated lands. To those who show no
fear, it may be a place of peace and refuge. Psychologically, it is a symbol of
the unconscious where secrets wait to be discovered like yellow iris about to
bloom. Dark emotions and faded memories long
to be faced.[48]
Every lushly leafed or sharply needled tree is a
“Yggdrasil” in the mane on Mt. Philosophy.
Beside each tree stands a dryad dispensing wisdom; a nymph, if we’re
discussing wild oats[49] or a fairy beneath the petals of a blossom[50]. Each of these “trees” is known by her fruits
and “branches on the same tree, tend to bear the same fruit.” [51] Tufts of
wheat, ripe brown cones, shining golden apples, or brightly colored flowers
present these fruits.
Walking to work tomorrow, notice how
proudly each stalk of grass and flowering forbs holds her first fruits or
finest blossom up to the Lord, as a bird offers up its song of praise. Every fast growing tree and lush plant
stretches towards Heaven, even a snag. A
lifeless rotting corpse of a tree reaches towards Heaven even in death standing
like a legacy. Something lasting beyond
the grave, like teaching our children to say grace at the table.
If a man wanted to shake a tree with
his hands, he couldn’t. But the wind,
which we do not see tortures and bends her in whatever direction it
pleases. The more the tree aspires to
the height and light, the more strongly do her roots strive earthward down into
the ...deep [52] such is the strength of a tree growing alone. This strange wind that always blows on the
edge of the woods.[53]
If these
yggdrasils are individual paths in the field of apple trees, why does the
wandering wind blow their upraised branches about? Why does the Holy Spirit shake the tree of
life? So, some of her fruits might drop
to us.
“A
book of verse beneath the bough,
a
loaf of bread a jug of wine and Thou”
-Omar
Khayyam-
Did
you know “cross” means tree?
There
are many “trees” in the occult forest.
The expression, “Can’t see the forest for the trees. “ suggests that
there are so many “trees”; Kabbalah, Tarot, dream interpretation, I Ching, etc,
that one’s mind can get boggled trying to use or comprehend them all./
“silently
walked among the trees looking or him by the light of the moon.”
-their
bodily adornment (which is like the bark) and their spiritual gifts (the
fruit)- Baltasar Gracian in “The Art of Worldly Wisdom”
“As
the vine is the lowliest of trees and yet rules over all the trees.” -
Everyman’s Talmud-
If
I wanted to shake this tree with my hands,
I should not be able to do it.
But the wind, which we don not see tortures and bends it in whatever
direction it pleases. The more (the tree
aspires to the height and light, the more strongly do her roots strive earthward down into the
...deep -Nietzsche-
The
Dryad within
“a
field of apple tree” -Zohar-
The
tree...the embodiment of life, the point of the union of the three realms,
(Heaven, Earth and Water) and a world axis around which the entire universe is
organized ...The forest is a place of darkness, chaos, and uncertainty in
contrast to the order and openness of cultivated land. To those who show no fear, however it maybe a
place of peace and refuge. Psychologically,
it is a symbol of the unconscious where there are secrets to be discovered and
perhaps dark emotions and memories to be faced -David Fontana-
This
strange wind that always blows on the edge of the woods. -Albert Camus-
If
trees are individual paths in the forest of philosophy, why does the Wind blow
their upraised branches about? Why does
the Holy Spirit shake the Tree of Life?
So, some of it’s fruits might drop to us.
“-the
upright pillars of the temples, the trunk of the sycamore-” -Normandi Ellis-.
(Santa)
comes and goes by way of the chimney and...arranges gifts around the Christmas
tree...he is the spirit of the Yule log,
which was once burned upon the hearth. -Phillip F. Waterman-
In
hollies, ashes, maples, and some yew, juniper and ginkos, a dryad maybe “male”
or female. In areas bordering a
grassland or desert, dryads are often stunted and gnarled.
Before
the dawn they arose, my frantic father first among them to begin their journey
upon he vast subconscious Inside passage.
I served as a Charon, ferrying them
through the inky black and heavy rain from eh warmth and light of my home to
the cold cavernous Blue Canoes.
I shuttled these little Balders to
the ferry terminal, first Steve, Dad and the luggage. the Mom, Suzi and my nieces. Each load seemed to carry the ideas of
“family” and “home” from my storm bound Nordic abode.
By their own hand, by their own
will, I left them there on the far short of the dark river Oceanus.
I hugged Suzi, kiss3ed Mom, Steve
shook my hand and Dad hugged. me. They
walked into the darkness and I traveled back to the cold stove and dim light s
of my house.
“A I am the tree with candles in it’s fingers,
the tree with lights, Menorah, Yule flame, Tree of Life” -Judy Grahm; Queen of
Wands-
A full apple offered itself to my hand,
a ripe golden apple with cool soft velvet skin,
thus the world offered itself to me.
As if a tree waved to me, broached branch,
strong willed, bent as a support,
even as a footstool for one weary of his way.[54]
Such
forbidden fruit seems the fairest. Think
of Snow White, Adam & Eve, the Norse gods and myriad Greek heroes. The apples offered by goddesses grant
immortality, fame, death, and resurrection.
Was not the giant-slayer Odin the fruit of the tree Yggdrasil? “I wont that I hung on the wind-tossed tree
all of nights nine, wounded by spear, bespoken to Odin, bespoken myself to
myself, upon that tree of which none tell from what roots she does rise. Neither horn they upheld nor had me bread; I
looked below me aloud I cried.”[55] The wise know “cross” means tree. Was not our Lord, our salvation, the fruit of
the cross?
After
fording Hammer Creek on my way to work, I forced myself down the rarely used
wood-planked Birch Lane. A tree stood
along the road, I’d never noticed before.
It looked like a mountain ash. It
grew in the branches of a full dark spruce.
If you know a tree by her fruit the spruce
didn’t say much, but the “mountain ash” she held up was heavy with bright
orange fruit.
As an author with a self-published
novel, free-lance news articles and “To Limn the Sacred” I’m certainly
producing. Is my wife the strong silent
spruce sheltering me and standing beside me?
In everyday of our lives we see a
Yggdrasil loaded with fruit, a dryad offering us “apples and water” and the
Mimir’s Well. Probably not? True, but in every situation we should be
looking for the fruit that it yields, the guardian angels sent to us, and the
opportunities for refreshment.
Every
tree is a Tree I the forest of Philosophy.
Besides each a stands a dryad dispensing wisdom or (according to Piers
Anthony, if we’re discussing wild oats; a nymph) or a fairy beneath eh petals
of a blossom. Each of these “trees”
maybe be know by it’s fruits. Be it
tufts of wheat, cones, apples, of flowers, all these first fruits are being
offered up the Lord, as a bird offers up
it’s song of praise.
“You’ll
know a tree by it’s fruit.”
“branches
on the same tree, tend to bear the same fruit.” - Phillip G. Davis in Goddess
Unmasked.
Walking
to the airport one day I saw how proudly each stalk of grass and flowering form
held its first fruits or finest blossom up to the Lord. Every fast growing tree and lush plant
stretches towards Heaven. Even a
snag. A snag? I saw it too reaching toward Heaven even in
death: a legacy. Something that last
beyond the grave, like what we teach our children. Like saying grace.
I
wont that I hung on the wind-tossed tree all of nights nine, wounded by spear,
bespoken to Odin, bespoken myself to myself, upon that tree of which none tell
from what roots it does rise. Neither
horn they upheld nor had me bread; I
looked below me aloud I cried. -Havamal-
I
know an ash tree, named Yggdrasil;
Sparkling
showers are shed on its leaves
‘That
drip dew, into the dales below,
By
Urd’s well it waves evergreen,
Stands
over that still pool -Voluspa-
Laying
in the Shade of the Tree on a hot day.
The
strength of a tree growing alone.
“Childhood
itself lies buried at the foot of that tree in the paddock: a few turns of the
spade and it will be out in the light
again. -Humphrey Carpenter-
The
apples that the triple goddesses offer, grant immortality, fame, death, and
resurrection.
“Forbidden
fruits the fairest” - Fersk
Think
of Snow White, Adam, the Norse gods and myriad Greek heroes.
“Ask
if a full apple offered itself to my hand, a ripe golden apple with cool soft
velvet skiing, thus the world offered itself to me. As if a tree waved to me, broach branched,
strong willed, bent as a support, even as a footstool for one weary of His
Way.” -Nietzeche-
The
heart is called bosom. It shall be
referred to by calling it corn or stone or apple or nut or ball -
Skaldskaparmal-
According to Robert Thurman
(Parabola, Winter 1994) “In the Tibetan
Buddhist tradition there is this idea of teachings hidden as treasurers. he (the Buddha) entrusted the teachings to
dragons.. that live in the ocean, under deep bottomless lakes and under the
earth.” The treasure in the Deep, is
wisdom buried in the subconscious. The
things we know, but do not know we know, unless we are willing to face certain
demons.
Likewise, the hoards of gold buried
in the earth are guarded by dragons.
Tanists guarding the treasury of the goddess’ temple. The oracular hero reborn in serpent form.
“The Euro-American treasure legend
usually involved pirates who bury their ill-gotten wealth and kill one of their
crew, whose ghost guards the ...gold” -William Simmons-
“the Native tradition in America
frequently included interring material possessions as “grave goods’ to go in
spirit with the deceased” -Joseph Bruchac-
In ancient Greece, Egypt, and China
servants were sometimes buried with their masters. This form of human scarifies were based on
the belief t that in the after world the deceased continued to need their
services.
A river flows from the fountain of
wisdom[56] at the base of the tree of life in the garden of our hearts. The river of life looks red. [57] Like the rivers of the desert Southwest
during a mid-summer flash-flood. We
travel up the river of life from youth to old age. The tangents represent the temptations a man
encounters at sharp bends along the way. Even when you loose your way in the
fog, the river of life keeps on rolling.
Sometimes the stream of life washes out the road we intended to travel. Then we back track and try another way. The water would engulf us. The river would sweep over our souls. But, if we make it to the headwaters, there,
the Majestic One, the Lord, shall be for us, at a place of rivers and wide
canals, on which no boat with oars shall go and on which no mighty ship shall
pass.[58]
Row, row, row
your boat
Gently UP
the stream.
Merrily,
merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a
dream
Life, like a river rises from the
depths of the subconscious to the peaks of enlightenment. Likewise, the slimy, pre-WWII Civilian
Conservation Corp trail took me up through the dark spruce old growth to the
pond girded heliport high above Falls Lake.
A stream rose up the shear granite cliff above the heliport. No wise man would follow the stream’s
path. A wise man would weave his way
back and forth across the ridge. But,
this little stream of life, took a simple vertical leap of faith.
Moses mother put him in a pitch
covered ark and set him adrift on the he River of life. Princess Miriam drew him from the water. (The had that rocks the cradle.)
God put Noah in a pitch covered ark
and set him a drift upon the deep. The
Holy Spirit guided its course and drew Noah forth.
Graves says many, as children arrive
in moon boats. Helios sails home upon
the ocean stream in a reflection of the
moon and is awoken by Eos, the dawn.
All were resurrected.
But
a mightier power and stronger
Man
from his throne has hurled
for
the hand that rocks the cradle
is
the hand that rules the world.
-William
Wallace
At the head of Jap Creek, laid
little patches of snow like icebergs stranded by some unbelievable tide. At the mouth of the creek icebergs jammed the
sand bar. At the peak of enlightenment
lie the same nuggets of truth found floating on the surface of the deep. “As Above, So Below”
She
is the Dryad of the Tree of Life, the Great Mother, the naiad of the spring at
the trees roots, the keeper of the golden apples., the ephemeral fruits within
it’s boughs. She attend to wisdom to the
subconscious.
Red
Cord
The
scarlet thread of redemption is wrapped around the scroll of your life; your
soul.
What
is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end. -Nietzsche-
“The
soul comes to take on a resemblance to it’s preoccupation.” -St. Basil-
Man
is a rope tied between beast and overman - rope over the abyss. -Nietzsche-
Walked
to work today and didn’t notice it was raining until I saw the raindrops
hitting the surface of the water at hammer Slough. Just another reminder that even our bare head
can’t comprehend things that we feel (see) in our soul.
At
another time when Hillel the Elder took leave of his disciples upon concluding
his studies with them, they asked him, “Master, where are you going?” he replied, “To bestow a kindness upon a
guest in my house.” They asked, “have
you a guest everyday?” He answered, “Is not my poor soul a guest in my body?” -
Jewish Legends of the Second Commonwealth
The
body is the soul’s record. And when a
man’s life ends his body is given back to God and God shall see what use his
laws have been. -Normandi Ellis-
a
man’s deeds become his fate.-Normandi Ellis-
My
body is a rolled papyrus tied with a red string. -Normandi Ellis-
I
myself, am the maker of thing that happen. -Normandi Ellis-
We
create ourselves in the eh forms we imagine.
Years pass. We are what we have
spoken. -Normandi Ellis-
Triple
Kabbalah
They
became Heaven and Earth so that the sun might move between that it might ride
over and under the bodies of the two worlds giving both it’s light...Yet
because they had lain so long together, Heaven and Earth were still part of
each other. Spirit manifested in matter
and mater in fused with spirit. Between
them ran three pillars or air, earth and water, and these were named thought,
form and desire
Man
Sitting
on the steps of the Frye Museum, waiting for it to open, I saw a sparrow nest
in a naked tree. Rather than build on
the bole of the tree they built their fragile next on the outer edge of the
tree amongst the flexing twigs. I always
thought my soul should nest on the bole of the great tree, even though I’d been
warned to avoid the Arrow path. But
maybe life is not meant to be lived in balance and bliss.
Life is in the extremes. We are
not meant to dwell constantly in the Holy Spirit nor live our lives in
sacrifice nor to yet know the Godhead.
It is easier to alight on the outer edges of Holiness and flit from
branch to branch to reach the center of that bruit bearing tree. That mean we should only pass through Yesod
and Tihareth, but dwell most often in Hod, Nexachte, Beburah or “Blue”
“the
Abyss, Daath” - Peter Redgrove
T’is
sweet to hear (Jake’s) the watch dog’s honest bark,
bay
deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home.
T’is
sweet to know, there is an eye will mark
our
coming and look brighter when we come.
Lord
Byron “Don Juan”
Dogs
guarding our wold, fetching the branches that have fallen from the family tree,
splashing through the unknown for us, tearing up the flowers and lying on the
lawns. Dogs rule the day. Wolves rule
the night.
The
dogs are the jackals of the Egyptian Anubis, guarding the Gates of the East and
the West, show by the two towers between which lies the path. -Cynthia Giles
- (Why am I reminded of the Everlasting
Hills?)
In
magic you need a familiar in dreams a guardian; in life a pet if you want to
live longer.
Pets
serve as messenger between the spiritual and physical worlds. As Moses sent forth dove, which could dwell in heaven or Earth,
so the Lord sent forth the Dove, Who can dwell in either realm and so we send
forth pets who can see and hear far better than us.
I
turned onto sixth, without even thinking that by so doing I avoided that
snarling Cereberus of Shane’s, he calls a collie. Normally, fear and pride rise my ire against
the nasty mutt. But upon reflection:
the otherworld dogs guard mankind,
warning us by their barking and
behavior. Maybe it’s best to avoid that
section of the street, not because of the dog, but because of the situation
that made the dog that way.
Maybe he’s warning me to stay away for my own sake.
The
fairy sight; the Spirit, was upon me strongly, when my thought were interrupted
by a guardian of mankind who stray by.
He didn’t have to bark, he nudged me and brought me back. Was he worried that I might bet lost over
there (like Frankie). Odin only had one
eye that saw beyond the veil.
As the Jet Ranger can’t lift or land
just anywhere in the forest world we call Southeast Alaska, so the leap from
this world to the next, just can happen anywhere. Mostly we pass from Earth to Heaven (and vice versa) in such places as; the
shore, crossroads, mountaintops, places designed for such activities like
airports, (and churches) deltas, sandbars, and muskegs. We lift at dawn and settle at duck.
James Joyce says “Any object,
intensely regarded maybe a gate of access to the aeon of the gods”. Still at some places it’s easier to cross to
the Other Side than at others.
(Sometimes it’s easier to talk to the gods than other.) That being the case one has to wonder if
there aren’t places with in me, where it’s easier to cross to the other
side. Using the places listed below and
the correspondence between city and body, I present the following thoughts.
The rocky clam encrusted shoreline may be a good place to cross
between worlds when the fiery moon rises
correctly and the tide swings “out”. As
the sacred shore is the thin strip between conscious reality and the
subconscious deep, so it is the thin and easily passable strip between
worldliness and spirituality. Indira promised
the demon Namuci not to kill him by day or by night, not with what was wet nor
what was dry. But he wretched off his
head in the morning twilight by sprinkling over him the foam of the
sea.[67] Powers lies in sea foam, in
swirlings and imaginings, in an urge or idea, [68]and in the sea-borne mighty
Aphrodite. “Lord, all I ask for is water
and a strong sailing wind, and a delta island on which to raise my children,
wheat and cattle.”[69] Anything less
seems unthinkable.
Wells and fountains are another
sacred place between here and there, because they too are the “shore”. The dryad sits there to offer us cool
water. Here, we make look down the well
of the subconscious and in the reflection at the bottom and “see”. Sometimes we don’t like what we see on the
other side.
Next time you see “Babes in Toyland”
look for the old toys, the broken toys, the toys that are okay, but not that
popular. Ask yourself, why the toys are
blessed with a sunny world where everything appears beautiful and everyone
cute. Ask yourself, why the monsters are
condemned to some subterranean world straight from Dante’s “Inferno” Ask yourself, down which well of the subconscious
do they toss the baby toys with additional digits.
“I commented that each person must read the great
classic sources three times; once as a child for the plot, once as a young
person for various levels of accumulated tradition and once as an adult to
measure the source against life as one has come to know it. “ [70] Anything
worth remembering can be interpreted at three levels.[71]
Strong
emotions can lead to moments of insight and inspiration. Strong memories too can provide the same
opportunity. Our dreams too; the things
following us into the early born dawn when our barge returns upon the River
Ocean and we step onto the sacred shore of knowing. Dawn seems a time of enlightenment
and magic. It is also that twilight land
between sleep and awake where things are often resolved in our heads.
These three things; memories, emotions or God-sent
dreams must rest in our hearts first, because the Spirit can’t reveal what our
hearts don’t already know. “The word is very near to you; it is in your mouth
and in your heart for you to observe.” [72]
Anything a
person finds worthwhile remembering; can
be interpreted at three different levels[73];
• The basic story line;
• The symbolic significance of each person, place or thing in a
story.
• How each person, place, thing or event seems an aspect of the dreamer
At intercessions on shot rock logging roads between
the dark stands of spruce the crossroads give us myriad choices here on the
green hills of earth . The triple
goddess Hecate, ancient titaness of magic and mystery. She offers the soul opportunities to slip the
sky blue shroud that dresses broad-bosomed black earth and visit the other
side.
If the roads of the city correspond to the roads
followed by the army of words marching from my mouth, that “crossroads” would
correspond to that rare and magical moment when two people say the same
thing.
You must know this; mountains are neither the human
world nor of the heavenly world. [74]
With their awe inspiring vistas of the shining waters of the Gulf of
Alaska, the ice-encrusted Coastal Range, shaggy mountains veiled in stands of
spruce, hemlock, and alder, and birds-eye view of home-sweet-home mountaintops
give earthbound men access to the wind-weaving sky; give our spirits a taste of
Heaven. “In Thee, O lord, I have taken
refuge...Be Thou to me a rock of habitation, to which I many continually
come. Thou hast given commandment to
save me. For Thou art my rock and my
fortress. Rescue me, O my God, out of
the hand of the wicked out of the grasp of the wrongdoer and ruthless man. For Thou art my hope.” [75]
Everlasting Hills, Fortress, House
of God, the Rock, all are names for the holy mountains in our lives. The high places in which we can come
face-to-face with God.
“The Tower may
be seen as an image
of sudden
spiritual crises’
which mark the
shaman’s passage
from this realm
to another.[76]
“At
home, the wife is the foundation of a man’s house in as much as it is by virtue
of her that the Presence does not leave the house...the desire of the “everlasting
hills” (by which is meant the supreme female... and also the lower female)...is for the man when his is married and two
females one of the upper, one of the lower world are to give him bliss.”
Mountaintops might correspond to our
higher selves or nobler motives. Surely,
they like holy mountaintops can bring us closer to God.
As airports
give experienced pilots access to the wind-weaving sky, so the consecrated
confines of God’s holy house give regular worshippers ready access to their
spirituality. The holy church should
stand at the heart of the ideal city, just as a man’s heart lies at the core of
his body. Whether it appears a small red
sandstone cathedral with white washed saints in the facade’s niches or a
clapboard steepled Lutheran church like in the old country, here we learn to
pray, affirm the consequence of those prayers and give thanks to God. Here we learn the habit of worship. Here the Spirit most frequently falls upon
us.
My roommate in college studied avidly. He enthusiastically attended a workshop on studying.
The instructor said, “Find a spot where you can study well, go there
when you are in the mood to study and eventually every time you go there you’ll
study well out of habit.” Great theory,
unfortunately, Chris tired it late at night for several weeks. Instead of falling into the habit of studying
well at his favorite seat in the library, he fell into sleep habitually. But it’s a good theory.
Large muskegs, which might correspond to the large
parks, prairies, and deserts of the lower 48 states, are void of the day-to-day
distraction of the world. There are many
“trees” in the apple orchard of philosophy.
My mind can get boggled trying to use or comprehend them all. As the deep small streams of life giving
water work their way up into the high desert, giving easier access to the
higher realms, so in the desert, life seeps up into a higher realm giving
easier access to the spiritual. Deserts
and muskegs are also low points. In the
low points of peoples’ lives often bring them back to God.
Bridges
I tossed a spring from the he
bridge. A stiff breeze carried it back
to my feet. The oddness of the event
caught my attention. Looking down at
hammer Slough I watched the pollen ride the falling tide to the inevitable
Deep. I thought about how close I was to
the mouth of the River of Life. How
little time I had left to drift.
Then I thought about the spring that
had returned. Maybe If the Spirit was
running upstream, maybe that Holy Wind could carry me back up the creek, give
me not more time, but another chance.
I tossed the spring. It landed at my feet again.
WELLS and FOUNTAINS are another
sacred place between her and there,
because they too are re the shore. It is
ironic that a structure whose mundane purpose is to facilitate safe crossing
has become a place of danger, linked inextricably with the workings of death.
Indeed, bridges are perennially notorious for the attraction they exert upon
potential suicides. The Golden Gate Bridge of
San
Francisco is a prime example, a genuine suicidal ‘black spot’. The Bridge of
Sighs is famous as the bridge in Venice over which prisoners were taken to be
executed; but it is also an old nickname for London’s Waterloo Bridge, which
used to be a popular venue for suicides, and was the inspiration for Thomas
Hood’s poem The Bridge of Sighs:
One
more Unfortunate,
Weary
of breath,
Rashly
importunate,
Gone
to her death.
DELTAS and
SANDBARS lay at the mouth of the River of Life
where it tumbles into the seas. “Lord,
all I ask for is water and a strong sailing wind, and a delta island on which
to raise my children, wheat and cattle.” -Normandi Ellis-
Indira
promised the demon Namuci not to kill him by day or by night, not with what was
wet nor what was dry. But he killed him
in the morning twilight by sprinkling over him the foam of the sea.
“With
me along some Strip of herbage strewn,
that
just divides the desert from the sown.
Where
name of Slave and Sultan scarce is know
and
pity Mohamed on his throne.” -Omar Khayyam-
In
sea foam, in swirlings and imaginings. I
am fish, tadpole, crocodile. A am urge,
an idea. - Normandi Ellis-
He who cannot dance will say, “The
drum is bad.”
1)
Love
or Lust
i. Best Man and the
Bride
ii. One usually
succeeds in what one does for love - Dumas-
2)
Power
or Money
iii. You don’t ’ need
money; you need the things money can buy.
iv. The greatest
pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do - Walter Bugehot-
v. Gawain’s story
vi. No one is ever
totally joking
vii. A dog’s bark is
not might but fright
3)
Drugs
viii.
What
you do and say when you’re drunk , is what you wanted to say all along
4)
“Just
cause I want to.”
Men
do best that they do for love. It is
love that makes a groom's bestman and bride the worst of enemies or best of
lovers.
Actually,
people don't want money, they want the things that money can buy. Hence power
can be a good substitute.
Sadly,
some men have no other reason for their behavior than "I was drunk."
But, the things we say and do when we are drunk, are the things we wanted to
say and do all along.
After
all the lame justifications and excuses, sometimes, it just gets down to
"Cause I want to."
“The city of
which we are founder...exists in idea only; for I do not believe that there is
such a one anywhere on earth. In Heaven,
there is laid up the pattern of it, me thinks, which he who desire may behold
and beholding may set his own house in order.
But whether such a one exist in fact, is no matter; for (the man of understanding)
will live after a manner of that city, having nothing to do with any
other.”[60] “The planners also
pinpointed the umbilicus of a city by studying the sky...as if the map of the
sky were mirrored on earth. Knowing its
center, the planners could define the town’s edge, here they tilled a furrow in
the earth, … which was a sacred boundary.[61]
One should be able to walk across a “city” in one
day. From everywhere in that city you
should be able to hear the cathedral bells.[62]
Petersburg looks like a Norwegian fishing village on an island in Alaska
surrounded by wilderness areas. The fact
the harbor lies in the heart of Petersburg says a lot. Maybe the fire siren and midday whistles at
the canneries could serve as our “cathedral bells”
The Tlingit and
Scandinavian pioneers of this area buried their beloved across the river-like
Wrangell Narrows on Sasby Island. Didn’t
the ancients believe the dead live on
the Isle of the Blest to the west of the River Ocean?.
Fields, dumps, and the watershed aren’t exactly part
of the ideal city. If Frederick Sound and Wrangell Narrows are the fields of
Petersburg; don’t wives run the same
risk sending their men to the fields or woods that they run sending them into
the wind-weaving sky or rolling sea. Any
field of endeavor holds risks but those outside the city limits offer unique
risks and opportunities. Boggy muskegs,
open fields, riparian sloughs, rippling creeks and strips of dark spruce stands
slip through the “city limits” hedging in our town. The old growth forest can appear as a place
of darkness, chaos, and uncertainty in contrast to the order and openness of
our “cultivated lands”. It seems a symbol of the unconscious, where secrets
wait to be discovered and perhaps dark emotions and memories long to be faced.
[63] Do such intrusion by the
forest/wilderness offer the same risks and opportunities? Is that why I like to take the short cut to
work?
While hanging out in downtown Seattle, it occurred to
me that a disproportionate number of people acted “crazy”. They seem attracted to the city center. Why not other heavily populated areas? On further reflection the place reminded me
of a border town, like those I’d experienced in my youth along the edge of the
Navajo reservation.
Could it be
the border with the Other Side? Are
loony tunes attracted to the sacred
places? Drawn by the light, like in “Poltergeist”? People “who talk to God” gravitate to where
its easier to talk to God? To quote Din
Steinsalze in “The 13 Petalled Rose”, “Indeed the powerful uplifting appeal of
a holy place is frequently counterbalanced by feelings precisely of denial and
rebellion against this holiness. Because
wherever there is holiness there are also those parasitic forces irresistibly
attracted to holiness, seeking to live off it and at the same time to destroy
it.”
“There are a
lot of roads to Los Angeles!” My friend Mac observed. Many roads converge on the city. They form a five-lane highway running into
two. One lane, sometimes more popular than
another. All roads lead to Rome. The roads entering the heart of the city
offer diversity and option galore. But,
we forget that as the freeway rushes out into the country it narrows. Lanes split off and race away. The main road
splits, detours, fans out on off ramps to boulevards, county and forest
roads. It spreads out as residential
streets, country lanes and dirt tracks.
The options and diversity still exist, but many of us just see one road
into our towns. From our windows we just
see a few option, a few roads to the city.
But, oh the ways are myriad.
Alexandria
He
prayed for their safe return to the harbor.
I recalled the harbor plans for Alexandria. Alexander’s face carved in the cliff. The two jetties defining the harbor are
whittled into his arms. Like all
embracing Mother Earth, welcoming her love back from the he sea. I though about that terrible risk women take
sending their lovers out on the Deep, the Great Subconscious; the storm tossed
jade seas. I thought about Pat Ray losing
her love to this seductress. I wondered
what risks my takes launching my “ship” into the Heavens.
Behind
this stands the idea that Jerusalem is the physical locus of the (Holy Spirit)
and even though the temple has been destroyed and no tangible sing remains, the
Holy Spirits still rest there. One
feature of Jerusalem topography absent from almost every other city is the
immense necropolis centered on the Mount of Olives -- burials have been taking
place there continuously since biblical times, at least. The Israeli version of Arlington and the
Holocaust memorial are simply modern sections of one of the oldest cemeteries
in the world. - Jeffrey Smith-
While
hanging out I Seattle, downtown it occurred to me that a disproportionate
number of people downtown acted crazy.
They seem attracted to the city center.
Why not other heavily populated areas?
On further reflection the pace looked like border town.
could it be the border with the
Hereafter? Loony Tunes are attracted to
the sacred helispots, “drawn by the Light” like in “Poltergeist”. People “who talk to God” gravitate to where
its easier to talk to God.
To quote Din Steinsalze in “The 13 Petalled
Rose”, “Indeed the powerful uplifting appeal of a holy pace is frequently
counterbalanced by feeling precisely of denial and rebellion against this ’
holiness. Because wherever there is
holiness there are also those parasitic forces irresistibly attracted to
holiness, seeking to live off it and at the same time to destroy it.”
Between
and Betwixt
The Meaning of Masonry by W. L.
Wilmhurst:(pg. 95-97) "The Floor, or groundwork of the Lodge, a
checker-work of black and white squares,
denotes the dual quality of everything connected with terrestrial life and the
physical groundwork of human nature-the mortal body and its appetites and
affections....Everything material is characterized by inextricably blended good
and evil, light and shade, joy and sorrow,
positive
and negative....The dualism of these opposites governs us in everything, and experience of it is
prescribed for us until such time as, having learned and outgrown its lesson,
we are ready for advancement to a condition where we outgrow the sense of this
checker-work existence and those opposites cease to be perceived as opposites,
but are realized as a unity of synthesis."
"Why is the checker floor-work
given such prominence in the Lodge-furniture?
The answer is to be found in the statement in the Third Degree Ritual:
"The square pavement is for the High Priest to walk upon." Now it is
not merely the Jewish High Priest of centuries ago that is here referred to,
but the individual member of the Craft.
For every Mason is intended to be the High Priest of his own person
temple and to make of it a place where he and Deity may meet. By the mere fact of being in this dualistic
world every living being, whether a Mason or not, walks upon the square
pavement of mingled good and evil in every action of his life, so that the
floor-cloth is the symbol of an elementary philosophical truth common to us all. But for us, the words "walk upon"
imply much more than that. They meant
that he who aspires to be master of his fate and captain of his soul must walk
upon these opposites in the sense of transcending and dominating them, of
trampling upon his lower sensual nature and keeping it beneath his feet in
subjection and control."
Jon and I played a little chess
tonight, so I could observe the patterns of light and dark upon the board of
life, the paths of bad and good, the alternate patterns of this world and the
next. I noticed that men and women (king
and queen) have a choice, being able to move in almost any direction. The Devil and Heirophant (bishops) can only
play upon their predetermined paths. The
knights (as in the deck) have to start from the dark to leap to the light. Castles (towers, the house of God, the
mountain) can pass through the light and the dark. Put the pawns can only move forwardly
blindly.
AS
the cock crew, those who stood before the Tavern shouted “Open then the
Door!” You know how little while we have
to stay and once departed may return no
more.
A
dark shadow on the earth is just a white bird passing through a blue sky.
The
shadow is a symbol of the soul. So to
abide in the Shadow of the Almighty is to dwell in His Holy Spirit.
The
shadow of the ship flew along side us yesterday. Our Guardian Angels fly and are always with
us, like our shadows. The image in the
mirror knows what’s best, what’s right, what’s smart. Maybe we are but reflections in a mirror
cracked of our guardian angels who disguise themselves in the mirror and as our
shadows.
“One
such thing, which she love to talk
about...Is when someone is deathly ill, she heats up a cast iron frying pan,
runs outside and hits it really hard with a hammer until it breaks. After which, she then buries the pieces and the person get
better.”
A friend explained that this was
“breaking a fever”. wouldn’t heating a
bowl in the oven and throwing it in a bucket of ice water be more effective?
This reminds me of the Greek myth of
a difficult birth. Someone said the
child would die about the same time the
he last long on the fire burned up.
The quick thinking midwife grabbed the long with her bare had, plunged
it into a vat of water (quenched the fever) wrapped up the long and buried it
somewhere in the basement.
So, a housewife could break up a heated
cup. as soldier could break a heated
sword or knife, a logger qu3nch a torch, etc.
(Cups, swords, Wands...get it?)
Aphrodite
is the same wide-ruling goddess who rose from Chaos and danced on the sea. -Graves-
We
have laughed to see the sails conceive and grow bellied with the wanton wind.
-Shakespeare-
(Note;
homeopathic magic is “As above, so below.”
Sympathetic magic is produced by affinity.)
Marriage
is s homeopathic ritual, a holy sacrament we perform in recognition of the
unity of binge; past, present and future.
Mormons can’t reach Heaven without it.
Cabalist can’t rend the veil with out it and I’ll live longer cause of
it.
The masculinity and femininity with
the Lord are wed to insure the unity of the universe. The end of this marriage,
would be the end of the world (Death).
Sex, as Crowley proved, is
homeopathic magic; the ritual of creation.
Jehovah said “Let there be light” and Elohim brought it forth. Adam said “Give me a son.” and Eve saw it
don. And Christ will beget the new world
upon His Bride.
Friendship emphases our
individuality through sympathetic rituals.
By surround ourselves with individuals like us, we preserve our own
individuality.
Hence Jehovah said “in our own
likeness.” Christ said John 15:14 and a
man picks friends similar to himself.
“What is the face of your friend
anyway? It is your own face in a rough
and imperfect mirror” _Nietzsche-
The goodness we see in friend is the
attributes of God shining through the looking glass.
I was with you when time began. I’ve not denied you. To do so would be to deny myself. Because I delight in fresh bread, the smell
of clover and the thighs of women, I live; therefore, you live with me. We are the same - more than brothers.” -
Normandi Ellis-
The violent forces of he Earth or her worshippers
“The Gigantes thus seem to be a sort
of earth-spirit, responsible for such phenomena as earthquakes and volcanoes.”
-Standard Dictionary. of Myth and Folk.-
“Cyclopes...one of a race of
giants...storm gods three in number - Rages (the Shiner) Stirpes (the
Lightning), Brontes (the Thunder)” -Standard Dictionary.. of Myth and Folklore.
Weren’t the Norse giants all Frost,
Ice, Mountains, fire , Water, etc?
her
champion, her nephew, his brother, his tanist, The resurrected hero.
Without
it’s head the snaking nothing but a rope, “In my beak I hold the Poison” Even in death the snake within the eagles
talons might be a weapon
They
become witches by breaking taboos and must continue to do so to retain their
power.
“White bird in a golden cage. White bird must fly or she will die.”
The white bird is the symbol of the
soul. hence the Holy Spirit as a white
dove. We’ve all had that feeling that we
were dying inside. That we were “pushing our soul into a deep dark
hole and following it in.” That if we
didn’t get out of this place or situation we were just going to go crazy or
just die.
Where do you dare draw the
line? Where do you “Screw this!” When do health and happiness take priority
over money and security? (Money and
security that’s the gold cage.)
It’s easy to say that health and
happiness are always our priority, but often we sacrifice a little present
happiness to great future happiness.
It’s a beautiful day, you want to stay home and enjoy it, but instead
you go to work, so you can enjoy the beautiful weekend to come.
But how long do you work a dead end
job praying for an opening? How much
shit should one take from their boss?
People say, live each day as though
it’s your last. Would you live your last day cleaning toilets
at a FS campground. (You might split
wood and clean the bathroom or the sake of those you leave behind.)
I supposed the answer lies in asking
if the means justifies the ends.
What
Jason did with the “teeth of the Dragon”, the soldiers of the Consort, those
dogs of war, came snarling, growling, heavily armed and dangerous toward
him? He threw them a rock , a bone of
the earth, a bone of their Mother, gold.
A
rock in a desert on the shore of a poisonous sea.
I told him a dream I had about a
strange Arabian figure that was pursuing me across a desert; that I tried to
avoid, that finally over took me just before I reached the Protective City.
“Who is it?” said Carlo
We pondered it. I proposed “myself” wearing a shroud. That wasn’t it. Something, someone, so e spirit was pursuing
us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us before we reached
heaven.
Naturally, now that I look back,
there is only death: death will overtake us before heave.
Two big guy are bound and gagged in
the sitting position to what could be a weight lifting machine. Their gold chains around their throats kept
them from moving their head
Interpretation/ it’s the weight
lifting scene from “North Dallas Forty”.
The football player look tied to the machines Bound to keep lifting for the sake of their
muscles. As to the gold choker, I always
find necklaces just that; chokers. They were bound by their jobs and slowly
suffocated by their wealth.
I wonder why two guys?
Hatred,
in the he course of time, kills the unhappy wretch who delight in nursing it in
his bosom. -Casanova-
Gossip,
the poison dagger.
Due
to it’s upright slab shape, I named the top for the Hill for the god of the
Aztecs. His name has a h,x,y,c,t, and l
in it and has always looked unpronounceable to me. As we neared the base of the idols’ pedestal,
I suddenly had to laugh. I name my own
bad omen by associating the pinnacle to a
god needing human sacrifice.
“At least Matt will be safe”
Then I remembered the Aztecs ate
dogs.
We lost the trail in some slickrock
and I was having a hard time finding away onto the pedestal. Which struck me as odd, because who would
erect such a statue without providing a path for worshippers. Of course, I found the prescribed entrance,
but it was a big surprise. Out in the
middle of nowhere there was steel rebar ladder cemented into the rock.
I
saw someone working on Anne Lewis’ house.
They erected a scaffolding, put a stepladder on it and from there used
the roof ladder. It occurred to me, I
use two ladders to clean the chimney Maybe
that’s how it is in any undertaking. To
achieve the zenith in that field you have to use a series of ladders and
tools. Very rarely, will one ladder,
tool, technique get you to the top.
Bird
Over the Abyss
When a fish (the manifestation of the collective
subconscious) leaps from water to water, in the moment of arc, he is a creature
of air.
The Abyss
“the Abyss, Daath” - Peter Redgrove
“I am the swallow spinning at dawn, through whom
light enters the sky.” - Normandi Ellis-
The swallow over the depths raises the sun like the dove raising the dry
earth. Bringing enlightenment from the
subconscious.
__ _"Am
I the sea or the sea serpent,
__ _that Thou
does set a guard over me?"
_ _
Robert
Graves says, "serpents...were held to be incarnate spirits of oracular
heroes." the tanist of the Great Mother.
And Dion Fortune says the sea is the Great Mother, the Great Unknown,
the Subconscious of God.
In all the
myths and legends of the world, no one ever set a guard over a dragon. Maybe the Princess Royal. But in point of fact it was the Dragons
guarding the Princesses from the Aryan invaders, not the over way around. Look at the Greek myths. None of the monsters attacked their Mother
the Earth, rather they tried to defend her from the Aryan gods.
So, the
answer to Job's riddle is that he is the Sea.
Living out the doubts of our collective subconscious. Dreaming our nightmares for us.
And the
serpent in our Sea? The snake in our
garden? It is the manifestation of our
Subconscious will. "-the sea
serpent which Thou hast formed to sport in it." (Psalms104:26). It is the passions that surprise us liking
boiling water. It is our obsessions, and
habits, and odd little quirks that help us, like Job, work out the unthinkable
and the unknowable.
Veil
One veils that which is different aspects is earthy
or heavenly, fallen and incorruptible, animal and divine. -Frithjok Schwa-
Israel (the World) is veiled by the Deep
(Wisdom). The Lord is veiled by the
Light (His Son.)
The eye is a window on the soul, so what about those
curtains (veils)?
The appreciation of grandeur in moments of otherworldliness is itself a
glamour. The most significant spiritual
power is that which remains unnoticed but is at the same time most
effective. The most powerful angels and
the most powerful saints are those that are never noticed and never recognized.
I saw the MV Chugach afloat in the North Arm of
Farragut through heavy drizzle. A fog
bank grew about it as I watched from the air.
Then the veiling rain squall passed it was the reflection of a fog back
growing around the boat.
Elijah veiling his face corresponds to Tara (the
gold medal winner during the national anthem) closing her eyes to make the
moment last longer.
Water is but a veil on the Deep. Is a well to the collective subconscious any
less an entrance to other side when it’s full of water? Is a dry riverbed leading tot he mountain
peak any less significant. Is the spring
at Chimayo any less sacred cause it’s dry now?
The Styx fills the Abyss. As does the Deep
Two Pigeons
I emerged from the thick overgrown
underbrush, entering the higher street under a cloudless sky. A sky made hazy by distant forest fires in
Canada. The light and wrath from the
warm rising sun streamed down upon me.
I started thinking about the
pleasure given me by the two people who love me most, move me best, move me unconditionally. My eyes rose up to two pigeons sitting on a
line above me, silhouetted against the sun.
Two doves over the warm waters of my life. My two great comforters. As I approached, I watched to see which would
abandon me first. Neither ever did.
White doves fluttering like the
bliss of a content man -Dumas- Ducks
pooping up and diving like creative thoughts.
Two ducks and a drake on the deep at Hammer Slough, two ducks and a
drake. Two thirds of our creative though
can produce things; impact reality. One
third can only inspire (impregnate others.)
Thoughts that come on dove’s feet
guide the world. -Nietzsche-
Ducks on the deep are but
reflections of doves in the sky
A sunbeam pierced the veil of Heaven
striking the mud flats at the mouth of Petersburg Creek. Flocks and flocks of white gulls
A sunbeam pierced the Veil of
Heaven, striking the mud flats at the mouth of Petersburg Creek. Flocks and flocks of white gulls swarmed
northward to the spot. They hover above the
tide line. But flying down the narrows
opposite the flow, was a solitary raven.
One black thought amongst so many happy one.
I saw a flock of gulls over the
narrows, from my perspective they flew in a row; one happy thought following
another.
The
higher they flew (the sea gulls) the deeper they see into the seas. -Virginia
Woolf-
A pair of hawks circled above
him. They were his mother Isis and her
sister Nephtys. They dropped two
plumes. Feathers are not message from
above. They are gifts of the spirit. Like truth... a tail feather dropped from a
falcon in a cloudless sky. he placed the
plumes on his forehead, two gifts that fell from the sky - intuition and love,
gifts from the goddesses - that he might walk toward Heaven and his Father and
never lose hi way. Together they are
twilight and dawn. -Normandi Ellis-
A
black raven is a white dove seen against the Sun.
The
depth we attribute to matter are no more than the reflection of the heights of
spirit. -Chardin-
If
the sea serpent is the will of the collective subconscious, what manifests the
will of the spirit? Angels?
Wings
can’t outstrip Fear.
Talk
about a bummer of a job; Hitler had a guardian angel trying to lead him on the
path of righteousness.
Are
feather messages from above? No, gifts
from the Spirit.
Truth...a
tail feather dropped from a falcon in a cloudless sky. -Normandi Ellis-
The
Invisible Playmate is the child’s Holy Guardian Angel.
The
“Library Angel” effect, whereby books, people or information turn up magically
just when they’re wanted, is well know.
-Andrew Fitzherbert-
Golden
carp in the dark water are sunspots on
he surface of the dabbled depths.
Bays
and inlets creep inland just as the subconscious creeps into the
conscious. from these bays arise the
rives of life that lead to the heights of knowledge and enlightenment. But each man is an island, with a unique
coastline. And these quince inlet for
the subconscious determine our own unique way to God.
Take
the helmet of Salvation and the Sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God
(Eph6:17) The Sword is a euphenism for
the right hand; the hand of judgement, Christ as Judge. The Shield is the left hand; mercy. God’s faith and favor for us is our Shield
against adversity and key to our salvation
He
prayed for their safe return to the harbor.
I recalled the harbor plans for Alexandria. Alexander’s face carved in the cliff. The two jetties defining the harbor are
whittled into his arms. Like all
embracing Mother Earth, welcoming her love back from the he sea. I though about that terrible risk women take
sending their lovers out on the Deep, the Great Subconscious; the storm tossed
jade seas. I thought about Pat Ray
losing her love to this seductress. I
wondered what risks my takes launching my “ship” into the Heavens.
“You
two telling secrets, sowing little seeds of romance.” -Gina Ingoglia
I watched some flies buzzing busily against the
windowpane. A few feet away a shaded
doorway stood open. Sometime the way to
the Light is through the darkness. The
shadow seems a symbol of the soul. So to
abide in the Shadow of the Almighty is to dwell in His Holy Spirit. The shadow of the ship flew along side us
yesterday. Our Guardian Angels fly and
are always with us, like our shadows.
The image in the mirror knows what’s best, what’s right, what’s
smart. Maybe we are but reflections in a
mirror cracked of our guardian angels who disguise themselves in the mirror and
as our shadows.
A dark shadow on the earth is just a
white bird passing through a blue sky.
Eos, the dawn, known as Aurora to the Romans, is
called mistress, golden-throned, saffron-robed, rosy-fingered, early-born, and
the dawn-maiden. Eos appears young, highly spirited and lovely. Her eyelids are
snowy, her cheeks rosy and her head crowned with beautiful, dewy tresses. She
has rosy arms and fingers. Her wings are
large and white. She wears a radiant
crown or a single star on her brow, and sometimes she is veiled. Her robes are
saffron yellow or dazzling white and purple, with yellow slippers.
Golden-throned Eos lives by the River Ocean at the eastern end of the
broad-bosomed earth. According to some, this is on Ortygia (or Delos), the Isle
of the Rising Sun, where the pestilence-sender,
Apollo and his twin sister the huntress Artemis were born. (Sunbeams, the darts of Apollo deliver fever
and heat strokes. Moonbeams, his
sister’s shafts deliver lunacy. The
death of Niobe’s children could not have been pretty. “You will not be afraid of the terror
(madness) by night, nor the arrow that flies by day; of the pestilence
(fever).[86])
The cock calls Eos early each morning. The swallows dance above her bed. She awakes and leaps eagerly from the couch
of Tithonos, the deathless Trojan prince who is her husband. She leaves her court, glowing with rosy
light, and opens the purple eastern gates of pearl upon the pathway strewn with
roses. Swiftly she rides forth in her rose-colored, purple or golden chariot
drawn by two white horses, Lampus (Shiner) and Phaethon (Blazer). She floats in
air, holding in one hand a pitcher of water from the sacred River Lethe, from
which she sprinkles the dew.
A fresh wind is felt at dawn's approach when starry
Astraios embraces his beloved Eos. To
Astraios, the ancient father of the stars, she bore Hesperus, the evening star
and the other gleaming stars crowning Heaven. The starry sky united with dawn
to, also, engender the morning star
called Phosphorus. Who carrying a
torch flies by his own wings before her
chariot.
Or again she may come riding on Pegasus and carrying a
torch. The dawn-maiden accompanies her brother the sun, riding or walking ahead
of his chariot. His sister Eos and their sister the fiery moon precede the
far-shooting sun god on his course. Eos
is the wilder and more turbulent of the two.
Saffron-robed Eos lifts the veil of ancient Night and chases away the
hosts of stars. (So also the souls of the dead depart at daybreak.) The first
light of Dawn is white; the color of her wings. Next we see the golden radiance
from her saffron robe and yellow shoes. Finally her rosy arms and fingers
stretch across the heavens. The bearded yellow iris, the shamed hemlock, the
proud spruce, aromatic mint and all the other
flowers and plants, drenched by the dew that she pours from her
pitchers, lift their faces to her in gratitude for the new day.
his shining chariot rises and hurries into the two
lands of the living; the black earth and red joined by a buckle of sky. Embrace the horizon. - Beautiful is the new
sailing in a river of sky in the boat of morning.[87] “At dawn my soul grows
bright wings. My face glows with white
heat. Above fields, I speak with the
voice of a hawk, my eye sharp as a blade against the wheat. I speak the work from which I was made. I speak of truth, splendor and strength.”[88]
Imagine when the evening boat draws near the far horizon. The sun comes to meet the edge of the red sky, edge of the river,
the thin blade of time. It arrives and
he happily steps from the sacred shore of knowing. In black waters boats ferry
dead men and the slumbering sun god. It
seems quiet here, full of stars. Boats
slice through the water. [89]
The day is done and the darkness falls from the wings
of night like a feather wafting downward from an eagle in his flight; [90] a
gift from Heaven, free pasturage, a limitless field. [91] Oh, most fair Night
thou bring all good things; home to the weary, to the hungry cheer, to the
young bird the parent’s brooding wing; the welcome stall to the overlabored
steer. Whatever of peace about our hearthstones clings, whatever our household
gods protect of dear, are gathered round us by thy look of rest. [92] Oh Night, nurse of the golden stars, her
unreigned chariot advances on wings of swift, obedient hours, on her state the
stars attend. Come darkling. Oh,
majestic queen, rise from the abyss. Oh,
thou divine Night! How slowly thy chariot threads its way through the starry
vault, across the sacred realms of the air.
Come Night and lay thy velvet hand upon my wearied brow whilst thus I
prayed, amid the thickening air the Night supervenes, the greatest nurse of
care and, as the goddess spreads her sable wings my fears decay, and courage
springs. The sable-vestured Night came floating up over the wide firmament and
brought her boon of sleep.[93]
"O
Night, nurse of the golden stars,
her unreign'd car advances
on
wings of swift, obedient Hours,
on
her state the stars attend.
Come
darkling.
O
Night, majestic queen,
rise from the abyss of Erebus
Oh! thou divine Night!
how
slowly thy chariot
threads
its way through the starry vault,
across the sacred realms of the Air.
Come Night and lay thy velvet hand
upon
my wearied brow”
Whilst
thus I prayed,
amid the thick'ning air
the Night supervenes,
the
greatest nurse of care
and, as the Goddess spreads her sable wings
my
fears decay, and courage springs.
The
sable-vestured Night
came
floating up over the wide firmament
,
and brought her boon of sleep.
I
heard the trailing garment of the Night
Sweep
through her marble halls!
I
saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From
the celestial was!
I
felt her presence, by its spell of might
Stoop
o’er me from above,
the
calm, majestic presence of the Night,
As
of the one I love
I
heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,
The
manifold, soft chimes
The
fill the haunted chambers of the Night,
Like
some old poet’s rhymes
From
the cool cisterns of the midnight air
My
spirit drank repose;
‘The
fountain of perpetual peace flows there,
From
those deep cistern flows.
O
holy Night! from thee I learn to bear
What
man has borne before!
Thou
layest thy finger on the lips of Care,
and
they complain no more.
Peace!
Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer
Descend
with broadwinged flight,
The
welcome, the thrice-prayed for , the most fair
The
best beloved, Night!
Now, Night is the swarthy daughter
of the giant Marve... called by the Aesir, Mimir. They say the hanged-god Odin,
father of hammer-yielding Thor,
forfeited an “eye” to the father
of fairest Night to be all-knowing. What
kind of “god” is that? A magician might
have “sacrificed an eye”, but to whom?
Mimir was already dead. T’is true
one eye seemed blind to this world, after a draught from the well of Mimir, at
the base of the tree of life. But it saw
perfectly well into the next. The gift
of Mimir’s well was not wisdom, but fairy sight. The forfeited eye of Odin is the sun
reflected on the waters of the well of Mimir. [94] God’s eyes are the sun and
the moon. “Osiris is the right eye of
Ra“ So, Set is the left, the shining
one, the moon. Hence, Odin used his left eye to see here, right eye to see
there. Conversely “Horus, prince of the
air...blind in one eye until the moon arose.” [95]
Dark looks her hair like her father’s entire race and
her eyes soft and benevolent. She brings
rest to the toiler, refreshment to the weary, sleep and sweet dreams unto
all. To the warrior she gives strength
so that he may win victory. Care and
sorrow she loves to take away. Night is
the beneficent mother of gods. Three
times she wed. Her first husband was
Nagelfare of the stars, and their son Aud of bounteous riches. Her second husband was Annar, “Water”, and
their daughter, Jord, the earth-goddess, was Odin’s wife and the mother of
Thor. Her third husband was Delling, the
red elf of the early born dawn, and their son was Dagr, which is day. Thrice-prayed for Night and her son received
jeweled chariots to drive across the world, one after the other, in the space
of twelve hours. Billing is the
elf-guardian of the western heaven towards which she flies When the chariots of day, night, the sun and
of the moon arrive there and enter the Forest of the Varns, , they pass though
the lower-world realms of Mimir and of Urd towards the pearly gates of
golden-throned dawn in the east.[96]
In black
waters boats glide ferrying dead men and the slumbering sun god. It seems quiet here, full of twinkling dreams
and boats that slice the water. [97]
When best beloved Night reaches Hell, where she must rest, darkness
falls around her and the blessed and the damned are given sleep.[98]
Misery
lays hold of me, as I sit on
the Great Throne in the Palace, my hair is gray with worry and my heart is grievously
afflicted because
Nilus failed to come
forth during the period of my reign to his full height for two years. Grain is
very scarce, herbs and vegetables are lacking altogether, and everything which
men eat for food is of the poorest. A man now robs his neighbor, men wish to
walk, but are unable to move, the child wails, the young man draggeth his limbs
along
and the hearts of the aged are
crushed with despair; their legs give way under them and they sink to the
ground, and their hands are folded inside them. The nobles are destitute, and
the storehouses are closed, and there cometh forth from them nothing but wind.
Everything is in a state of ruin.
My mind hath remembered going back to a time past, that I asked "Where is
the place of birth of River God Nilus? Which is the town of the Nile flood? Who
is the God to whom sacrifices should be offered up therein?"
I was in mourning on my throne, ….I tossed a
sprig upon the Deep.
I consulted with
Nilus.
I read the flow of the
River.
I quired the sages.
I saw the wake of the unseen object.
“…
there is a hooved river god…”
I knew the source of the Nile. On
temple walls, he is sometimes shown as holding a jar, with the precious water
flowing out of it.
He who lives on the
banks of the Great River Ocean. He brings forth the indunation of the river, he
makes the land black and fertile, he gives we of the delta islands, the sun-golden wheat, strong cattle, wild
geese, fish and all things of which we live.
I journeyed up the River of
Life to visit his temple. It opens
towards the the south-east, from the porticol one dawn- lit morning I saw the
chariot of the Sun rises opposite it.
South of it the water seeps for a mile. A titanic wall called Gebel
Elba Mountains is guarded day and night separates the our small world from the
Great River Ocean beyond.. There is a mountain massif containing all the ores, all the crushed
(weathered) stones (aggregates suitable for agglomeration), all the
products sought for building the temples
of the gods, the pyramid for the king, all statues that stand in temples and in
sanctuaries. Moreover, all these chemical products are set before the source of
the Nile and around him.
Here the Sun sets each evening,
received by the horned god. The Sun
meets the Earth and arms himself with powerful magic plus his companions creative authoriative utterance and
wisdom combined with understanding.
From here the Sun steps from the shore of knowing into his barque and
journeys upon the Great River Ocean back to his home in the east. Guarded in
his slumbers by the war god Ares
These were the things which I learned and my heart was glad. I entered the
temple now white haired in loose attire. I was sprinkled with water. I went
into the secret places, and a great offering was made of cakes and wine, and
geese, and oxen, and all good things,
to
the god and goddesses upon the sacred
isle Elephantine, below.
I lay on a couch with life and strength in my heart
When I was asleep, my hear tsighed in life and happiness. For, Oh
my soul, in my dream I saw a hoary satyr come here by a pool to drink.
I found the god standing Two horns
like sense and reason implanted in your forehead.
He was the son of the mountain’s sky.
His dusty hooves tramped an old trail.
In that moment my heart knew this rock on
which we live, this secret garden, this little patch of ground we travel in no
haste, would
endure.
This was ram god, that forest god who comes
down from the mountain to the river.
He
is the hooved source of the nile.
“Lord of cool water” I
whispered. I caused him pleasure by
worshiping and adoring him.
He made himself known to me
and said: "Fear not. I am the
source of the Nile, your creator, My arms are around you, to steady your body,
to safeguard your limbs. First I bestow on you rare ores upon rare ores...
since creation nobody ever processed them (to make stone) for building the
temples of the gods or rebuilding the ruined temples and sculpting chapels.
I thanked and praised the
river god. Then with head bowed so as to
not offend the hooved one I mumbled my request.
“Those of the palace were in grief….because Nilus had failed to come in
time. In a period of seven years, Grain was scant, Kernels were dried up…Every
man robbed his twin…Children cried…The hearts of the old were needy…Temples
were shut, Shrines covered with dust, Everyone was in distress.” When his voice echoed off the river banks
again, I was unsure if he heard or not.
The Source of the Nile said,
“ I have scuplted these gates upon the shores of the the Great River Ocean and
at my pleasure the Nile rises. The door-bolt is in his hand, the wings of
the door open according to my wishes.
For I am the master who makes, I am he who makes himself exalted
to the River God Oceanus, who first came forth.
I am he who hurries Nilus at my
will. I am living on the shore of knowing. My island below you, splits the river into two channels. It is up to me to let loose the
Deepl. I know Nilus, urge him to the
field, I urge him, life appears in every nook and cranny. As one urges cattle
to the field. I will urge on old
Nilus. I will make the Nile swell for
you, without there being a year of lack and exhaustion in the whole land, so
the plants will flourish, bending under the weight their fruits
everything will be brought forth by the millions and every woman will bear
sons. The land of Egypt is beginning to stir already, The shores are shining
wonderfully. Wealth and well-being dwell with your people, as they have been
before.”
Then I woke up in happy mind,
my courage returned, my heart was at rest,
That
once, an eagle stricken with dart, said when he saw the fashion of the shaft,
“With our own feathers, not by other hands, are we now smitten” -Aeschuylus-
Don’t
griffins (eagle/lions)guard the Tree of Life and the golden apples thereupon?
I
am the sun roaring beside two lions named Yesterday and Tomorrow. -Normandi Ellis-
A
snake writhing the talon is poison. A Cluster of arrow indicates the number of
allies or organizations that can be called upon. Wheat is wealth. An Olive branch is the weapon of peace. An orb the weapon of sovereignty. The sword of the Spirits it the word of God. A snake without a head is a whip.
“We
looked up and saw a number of eagles fighting.
Feathers floated down. We tried
to catch them. Germanicus and Castor
each caught one before it fell and stuck it in his hair. Castor had a small wing feather, but
Germanicus a splendid one from the tail
Both were stained with blood.
Spots of blood fell on Postumus’ upturned face and on the dresses of
Livilla and Agrippina. And then
something dropped through the air. I do
not know why I do so, but I put out a fold of my gown and caught it. It was a tiny wolf-cub, wounded and
terrified.” - Robert Graves, in “I,
Claudius” The interpretation
follows. The little “eagles” all fought
much bloodied, but only Claudius won the prize, “As Above, So Below.” Germanicus and Posthumus at least received
the gift of glory.
At
a distance I noticed movement and then
spotted it’s cause. The cause was a
German Shepherd about Matt’s size. “A dog
out here? It must be a coyote and that
must be a crow beside it. They’re
feasting on a road killed deer.” As I
drew closer I wonder, “Why hasn’t the coyote chased the crow off?”
AS I cam upon hem k the dog/coyote
ran off, but the crow didn’t’,. IT was a
golden eagle. By the time I turned around and got out the camera out a logging truck
came over the hill and scared them both off.
I remember the Aztecs looking for a
snake eating eagle perched in a prickle pear.
I t watts there , where the imperial eagle devoured the queen’s taints (devoured wisdom the all consuming
night) and they built their empire.
But, what does a deer eating eagle
guarded by a dog (the guardian of humanity mean to me?)
Culture
can’t be built on deception -Dudley Young-
One should be able to walk across a
“city” in one day and that from everywhere in that city you should be able to
hear the cathedral bells. The fact the
harbor lies in the heart of Petersburg says a lot. maybe the fire siren could serve as our
“cathedral bells”
“The city of which we are founder...exists
in idea only; for I do not believe that there is such a n one anywhere on
earth. In Heaven, there is laid up the
pattern of it, me thinks, which he who desire may behold and beholding may set
his own house in order. But whether such
a one exist in fact, is no matter; for he (the man of understanding) will live
after a manner of that city, having nothing to do with any other.” -Plato-
Aren’t the cemeteries always south
of American cities? (Natives and Europeans are buried on eh Island of the Blest to the West of the
River Ocean). The airport is the road
out of Petersburg. The fire department
siren should be heard from Hungry Point tot he ball field to the Old Folk’s home
to the cemetery.
Fields, dumps, and the watershed
ain’t exactly part of the city, but kind of. If the seas is the fields of
Petersburg then, don’t wives run the same risk sending their men to the field
or woods that they run sending them into the sky or sea. I suppose any field of endeavor holds risks
but hose outside the city limits offer unique risks and opportunities. So, now I wonder about the fields, sloughs
and river, and forest that slip through the limits that hedge in our town. Do such intrusion by the forest/wilderness
offer the same risks and opportunities .
Is that why I like to take the short cut to work?
“The planners also pinpointed the
umbilicus of a city by studying the sky...as if the map of the sky were
mirrored on eh earth. Knowing it’s center, the planners could
define the town’s edge, here they tilled a furrow in the earth, called the
“pomerium” which was a sacred boundary.
To violate the pomerium, Livy said, was like deforming the human body by
stretching it too far.”
“communities...are adapted not to
average, but to extreme conditions.” -Marvin Harris-
Many roads converge on the
city. They form a five lane highway
running into two. One land, now more
popular than another. All roads lead to
Rome . All paths lead to heaven.
The roads entering the heart of the city offer diversity and option galore. But, we forget that as the freeway rushes out
into he country it narrows. lanes split off and race away. The main road
splits, detours, fans out on off ramps to boulevards, count and forest
roads. It spreads out as residential
streets, country lanes and dirt tracks.
The options and diversity still exist, but many of us only have a few
roads in our towns. From our windows we
only see a few option, a few paths to the city.
But, oh the ways are myriad.
“There’s a lot of roads to LA.!”
-Mac Heller-
“from
below must come the impulse to move the power above. Thus to form clouds vapor ascends first from
the earth.” -Zohar-
In
the still black waters of Scow Bay, the street light and path above reflect
perfectly. The things of the sky, the
Spirit, are often reflected in the Deep, the Subconscious. The Spirit cannot tell us what the heart
doesn’t already now. “no, the word is
very near to you; it is in your mouth ant in your heart for you to observe.”
-Deu 30:14-
“Thus
the gods did; thus men do. “ -Taittiriya Brahmana-
“Two
horns, like Sense and Reason” -Normandi Ellis-
Horus wore love and intuition like horns. They
were gifts, like truth from above.
“To
me, faith represents that people can...reach out and contact God and Grace
represent that God is always reaching toward people” -Peace Pilgrim-
The
ripples of the pastor‘s hand in the baptismal font mirror the tsunamis that
baptism causes in heaven.
What
if the reflection in the water of a house bears the same relationship to the
house on the shore as the world below bears tot he world above? What if angels pass through out world like
swans glide through the reflection, seemingly part of the scene, but not
really. Leaving only ripples in time
like the wake of the unseen object
“I
walked (the Path) between everlasting mountains, longer than nights, whiter
than salt, where the hearts of men are made fragrant as hyacinths nodding. To the Field (of Apple Trees), I’ve traveled
an d back. I am the same man made new.”
- Normandi Ellis-.
As
Above so Below
As
it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end. As a child I read about “inauspicious
beginnings” and omens. I thought it all
old superstitions. But as I grew older I
experienced more and more the truth of these superstitions. The events of my wedding day truly indicated
the rest of my marriage. The first day
of my stepson Shawn’s visit represented perfectly the rest of the summer. Things are as they will be. Alpha-Omega.
Beauty
above, truth below. “Beauty without
graces is a hook without bait.” - Emerson- The naked truth, like a baitless
hook is rarely desired nor swallowed by anyone.
“-a
wick burning in a blue bowl of oil.“ -Normandi Ellis-
Kabbalah
A
“crown is the “head” of a people. A halo
is a crown of glory. Jon is his mother’s
halo.
Your
throne is your place of power. A chariot
is a throne on wheels. the Cross was the
Lord’s earthly throne
“Fill
our hearts, His humble thrones.” -”Built on a Rock” Lutheran Book of Worship
I
watched a kissing fish in an aquarium.
Through deflection and reflection I saw three images. Only two at a time were mirror images, so
there wasn’t a whole lot of obvious affinity amongst the Trinity until I
noticed the timing of their movements betrayed their corresponds.
“But Floyd Trujillo’s mother knew
where to look. She took her children and
confidently made her way to the same corner of one particular meadow. And there the horse were, every time.
That spot, that corner of meadow
where the grass was no more and no less lush than anywhere else, was the
horses’ querencia. It was, according to
Trujillo, where the horses felt safe and comfortable, where memories of early
days with the mother mare might have lingered.
It was where they were drawn by an attraction without logic, yet with an
undeniable force.
La Querencia. It is an old Spanish word that defies easy
translation into English. Derived from
the verb querer, to love or desire, it means homeland, a place in the heart the
place to which one is deeply drawn and drawn back time and again if one wanders
away, it is the soul’s comfort, the
heart’s joy.”
our
two-thousand year-old traditions of gematria represent the superstitious
mystification of four-thousand year old engineering manuals. At the same time, remembering Umberto Eco's
description of Pi as "that number which binds together the diameter and
circumference of all Circles", I wonder if
mysticism isn't just an attitude of reverence which can be beneficially
applied to all aspects of life, engineering included. - cmorgan@gems.vcu.edu
Miscellanous
In the spring,
large numbers of Magpies often gather to resolve territorial conflicts and
social standing. These gatherings, called parliaments, probably gave rise to
the many nursery rhymes and poems about Magpies. In American the logic is applied to “counting
crows” , whose gatherings are called murders.
One for sorrow,
two for mirth, (or joy)
Three for a wedding (or girl),
four for a birth,
(or boy)
Five for silver,
six for gold,
Seven for a secret not to be told.
Eight for a wish,
nine for a kiss;
Ten for a bird that's best to miss.
http://www.garden-birds.co.uk/birds/magpie.htm
Date: Sat, 7 Feb 1998 18:47:06 -0500
From: Sara
Subject:
Tarot, Healing, and the Flu
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I
have not had the flu since 1993.
I've
got it now.
But
now I have the Tarot, don't I. And I am looking for ways to use the
cards
for healing - using the images and the power behind those images.
I
have started with Temperance. (Using Mary's suggestion in Tarot for
Yourself.)And
felt the Angel Michael (it is Michael, isn't it?) in front of
me,
pouring and mixing the healing ingredients.
It
is a lovely experience. Looking at the card and letting Temperance just
flow
into me.
I
thought about the other three angels in the Tarot - Raphael (Lovers),
Gabriel
(Judgment), and Oriel (Devil.) I remember Amber Jayanti in Chicago
talking
about them and chanting, bringing them close.
I
read of another way - using The Star, The World, Strength, and the Three
of
Cups. All very positive. Wonderful images that you can get right into.
When
you all are sick, how do you use the cards to promote healing?
I
haven't felt this bad in a long time, but I swear working with Temperance
for
a while made me feel better, and I wanted to get on the computer and
talk
about it.
General Safety Precautions Against Evil Spirits and other
Troubles
Alfalfa ashes (if you do not grow
alfalfa you might find alfalfa pellets at the pet store or alfalfa hay at the
equine supply store) strewn about the yard can ward off evil spirits.
Hang a
few sprigs of fennel and St.
John’s Wort (just a whiff of this one causes evil spirits to fly away) over
the door along with
Angelica, a
preservative against witchcraft as well as evil spirits. Ever handy,
Snapdragon (Antirrhinum magus),
scarlet pimpernel (Anagallis arvensis)
and t
oadflax will guard against
witchcraft, too.
To chase away evil spirits,
burn some
fennel to create smoke (Fumitory or Fumaria officinalis) and be sure to
carry some
Mullein. A pot or two
planted up with
Vinca major (the
Sorcerer’s Violet) will exorcize spirits. For protection from all evil, take a
lead from the Druids and use a little
mistletoe
(Viscum album.)
Dill was often used in charms
against witchcraft as was
woody
nightshade (Solanum dulcamara.)
Peony
seed necklaces and
Geum (or Avens)
amulets can be worn for protection.
Mugwort
(Artemisia vulgaris) is useful as well, and may be woven into a crown.
Rue (Ruta graveolens) has very
special powers, ranging from being antimagical to possibly giving second sight.
The nearly all powerful
wood betony
(Stachys betonica) will protect both body and soul against evil spirits as well
as despair and nearly whatever else ails you; wear it as an amulet or charm
Anise: sleep on anise
seeds to ensure sleep free from nightmares; fresh anise leaves protects the
magic circle and ward off evil
Sprigs of rosemary were placed under
pillows at night to ward off evil spirits and bad dreams
Ash Magical properties: The representation
of Ygdrasill, the world tree, and one of the Fairy Triad: oak, ash and
thorn. Ash represents the power which resides in water for use in sea
rituals. Carrying a piece will protect against drowning. A staff of
ash hung over a doorway will ward off malignant influences. Scatter the
leaves in the four directions to protect a house. Ash attracts lightning
so it will not protect against that.
Marigold
Medicinal
properties: stomach cramps and diarrhea, fever, vomiting, salves, sores Magical
properties: Add calendula to your bath to win the respect and admiration
of your peers. String garlands of calendula around the outside doors to
stop evil from entering the house.
HawthorneMagical properties:
If there is Hawthorne growing on your property, no evil ghosts will
enter. It also protects against lightning and damage from storms.
Hawthorne is sacred to fairies and is part of the Fairy Triad: "oak,
ash and thorn"
Holly
Magical
properties: One of the best protection herbs, holly guards against
lightning, poison and evil spirits. Plant it around the house.
Since it is a male plant, men should carry holly for luck (Women should
carry the female plant Ivy). After midnight on a Friday, in silence,
gather nine holly leaves
_ The accepted modern Kabbalistic interpretation is that any
reference to "the king", without using the (human) king's name, is
actually a reference to the Deity, in the book of Esther. So when the text of
Esther reads, "And Ahashverus the king said,...." it refers to
something the (allegedly) historical king Ahashverus (allegedly) actually said;
when the text of Esther reads, "And the king did such and such," it
refers to something done by God. How this ties in to the phrase Keter Malkuth I
leave to your cogitations. Jeffrey Smith f901030k@bc.seflin.org Hodu l'Adonai
ki tov--ki l'olam chasdo. Give thanks to God, because of Good: because for all
the world is His Mercy. ---- Tehillim 136:1
_
“Where
does God live?”
With
this question, the Kosker surprised some scholars who were guests
of
his.They laughed at him: “How do you speak! The world is full of his glory!”
But
he answered his own question: “God lives, where he is let in.”
(Tales
of the Hasidim)
But
what does it mean: “God takes his dwelling place within man”?
At
first, it means the actual annulment of the difference between religiousness
and
secularity. Everyday life is no less imbued with belief than the “deified
high
hours”. It is only this way that the unity of life is
achieved,
and only a religion which does not view religiousness merely
in
some kind of sentimentality and rejects all reason can lead humans to
this
unity. The human being does not fight against urges, he does not have
to
expel evil out of him: he is supposed to live in the world and
with
God, he is supposed to become the vessel of holiness within the world.
And
by sanctifying the whole everyday life, Hasidism takes “the
other
world into this world”. The present time, the world, is the
place
where faith is made real, where God reveals Himself. God is not the
far-away
ruler of the world who will bring redemption some time (this is
said
against the exaggerated messianic hopes), but God wants “to conquer
the
world he created through the human being”.
God does not want to complete his creation in
any other way than with
our
help. He does not want to reveal his realm before we have founded it.
He
does not want to put on the crown of the King of the World but by receiving
it
from our hand.
(The
Hasidic Message)
It
is from here that the true dialogical relation between God and man
becomes
possible: on the one hand, the difference between God and man is
not
given up in any way (thus no panentheist “God in all”), man
is
believed to be able to contribute to the history of salvation himself
-
and even called for to do so -, on the other hand, God's nearness is
emphasized
as strongly as in hardly any other religious movement: God dwells
within
the world, but he is not absorbed by it (immanence and transcendence).
Rabbi Bunam once told: Watching the world, it
sometimes seems to me
as
if every man is a tree in the wilderness, and God has in this world
no-one
but him alone, and he no-one to turn to but God alone.
(Tales
of the Hasidim)
From
here, he calls this twofoldedness, the basis for any dialogical
relation:
Primary distance and relation.
As
Buber himself wrote in his autobiographical fragments, his dialogical
thought
evolved from his occupation with Hasidism. In the relation to God
(which
he calls the relation to “the eternal thou” in his dialogical
philosophy),
Buber realized that human existence is determined by two fundamentally
different
kinds of relation: I-It relations and I-Thou relations. It is
characteristic
for I-Thou relations that only in them real encounter happens
when
all is left behind, all preconceptions, all reservedness is given
up,
when one fully engages in the encounter with the other and carries
on
a real dialogue with him.
The relation to the Thou is immediate.
Between
I and Thou there is no terminology, no preconception and no
imagination,
and memory itself changes, since it plunges from singularity
into
the whole.
Between
I and Thou there is no purpose, no greed and no anticipation;
and
longing itself changes, since it plunges from dream into appearance.
All
means are impediment. Only where all means fall to pieces, encounter
happens.
(I
and Thou)
The
real novum in these thoughts is the expansion of the notion of relation
over
interhuman and God-man relations to the whole of existence. My whole
existence
is determined by the kind of relation I have to the elements.
I
can have an I-It relation toward my life when I imagine it as a destiny
imposed
upon me or a targetless accident, but I can also have a dialogical
relation
toward it, I can conceive it as an address to me, as an request
to
give answer. This means that I have to respond to the actual situation
-
and not to have to make plans for it and realize them, i.e. self-responsibilty
instead
of self-realization, or in short: response.
And
it is the same with history, an element of life extremely important
to
Buber and man in general. How do I conceive the river of times: without
target
or determined by a ruler of the world? Or after all as a dialogue
betweeen
this “ruler of the world” and man:
If history is a dialogue between God and
mankind, then we can perceive
its
purpose respectively there where the address hits us, and only
in
so far as we let ourselves be hit by it.
The
purpose in history is no idea I can formulate independently of my
personal
life, it is only with my personal life that I can absorb it, for
it
is a dialogical purpose.
(Geschehende
Geschichte)
With
man being called to respond, man having to be able to be responsible,
it
should not be misunderstood that a human being only finds his I with
the
help of a Thou. For at the same time it has to be clear: there can
be
no Thou without an I, for without an I there can be no facing, no encounter:
<
It
is true that a child first says Thou before it learns to say I; but
on
the height of personal existence one must be able to say truly I in
order
to experience the secret of Thou in its whole truth.
Human
relations are the place where dialogic life takes place; that
does
not mean that one has much to do with people; but it is a life “in
which
one has really to do with the person one has to do with.”
<
Then,
it requires me time after time to thank my fellow-man even when
he
has not done anything special for me. But for what? For encountering
me
for real when he encountered me; for opening his eyes and perceiving
reliably
what I had to tell him; yes, for opening what I talked to: the
well-closed
heart.
After
this landmark discovery in his thought, he turns back to religion.
Starting
at the central thought of dialogue between God and man, Buber
sets
out for the primary source of biblical tradition from where religious
thought
in Judaism took and takes its life. He finds back to the occurence
at
Sinai, back to the revelation of God's name to Moshe:
Moshe spoke to God:
There
I come then to the sons of Yisrael,
I
speak to them:
The
God of your fathers has sent me to you,
then
will speak to me: What about his name?
What
do I speak to them?
God
spoke to Moshe:
I
will be there as the one I will be there.
And
he spoke:
That's
what you shall speak to the sons of Yisrael:
I
AM THERE sends me to you.
Exodus
3:13-14
Proceeding
from this passage, Buber develops the principles of the faith
in
God in early Judaism. God is the God being there, the God freeing, leading,
going
along, feeling with you, but at the same time also the unseizable,
the
unavailable God of whom you cannot make an image. In their translation
of
the passage, Buber and Rosenzweig liberate it from the incorrect Septuagint
translation
“I am who I am” (which is clearly influenced by Hellenism),
a
translation still included in many “modern” translations. “I
am
who I am” would mean that it is philosophically forbidden to speculate
about
God's existence.
In
this central occurence, together with its national: the exodus out
of
Egypt, and its social pendant: the revelation of the Torah at Mount
Sinai,
Buber views the primary source which has not become irrelevant for
modern
man. In an age of subsiding scientism and intellectual atheism,
he
offer to this “modern man” the rediscovery of biblical tradition.
He
does not try the impossible (which is, by the way, tried by many religious
groups
hostile to any form of progress): calling back a time of naiveté,
no,
he views the reality of the modern times having brought fundamental
and
irreversible changes:
It is not about a “return to the Bible”. It is
about resuming
of
the original biblical unity life with the whole of our existence entangled
in
our time, with the whole weight of our late diversity on our souls,
the
unseizable matter of this historical hour undimishedly present in our
minds;
it is about standing our present situations with biblical openness
toward
faith in dialogical responsibility.
(Modern
Man and the Jewish Bible)
The
rational “modern man” is not responsible because he does
not
respond, and he does not respond because he does not hear the question
anymore
which approaches man from generation to generation in form of human
life
and tradition. Man must once again hear the question, hear the questioner,
he
must learn anew asking questions and answering. In short: he has to
learn
dialogue.
In
his religious life, Buber is not occupied with dogmatic issues, he
accomplishes
the anthropological turn-about of theology more thoroughly,
more
credibly, and more methodologically founded than most of his Christian
colleagues,
who have seen this problem as well. One cannot speak about
God
as if being not involved, as if watching from outside the universe,
as
if being able to decide what is allmighty, as if being able to know
what
truth is, as if being able to track and evaluate God's acting, man
is
always involved, he does not know what allmighty is, how
he
can seize truth, he does not have any undeceivable sense
organ
for God's acting. The world of faith has to be opened from the point
of
view of human possibilities, of human existence, and faith has to be
lived
in the middle of human possibilities, lived in every minute of existence,
lived
in the field of tension between creation, revelation and redemption.
Creation
for Buber, like for Jewish tradition, happens in every
second,
one only has to perceive it: in every second new life comes into
being.
But also redemption happens already today and not only in a far-away
future,
already today man can experience traces of what will happen some
day.
And only because man does experience creation and redemption, he can
can
conceive from his human point of view what they mean, only because
man
experiences revelation in his present time, God's revelation to him,
the
encounter of two beings.
And
just from the experience of the divine in one's own life, one can
conceive
why Buber, who shows respect for tradition in general and the
Bible
in particular, also states that one always has to decide in favor
of
the God in whom one believes and against the God whose image was handed
on
to me, in case that one cannot believe in the God of tradition. This
is
one point that makes up Buber's living relation to tradition.
The
Bible is for Buber the one document of the great facing of God and
man
where happened and happening history are interpreted as one big dialogue
between
God and man.
Judaism, for which all events in world
history, from creation to redemption,
stand
under the sign of language, feels that the course of human existence
is
nothing but a dialogue. Man is called by all that happens to him, what
is
sent to ihm, by his destiny; in his acting and not acting he can answer
to
this call,he can answer for his destiny.
Buber
realizes the necessity of a new translation of the Bible
soon,
even though he lacks the methodic principles for its accomplishment.
He
realizes inadequacy of the former translations, he realizes most of
all
that the Bible is only read as a well-known classic, but no longer
encountered,
man no longer faces the Bible:
The Hebrew Bible itself is read as a
translation, as a bad translation,
as
a translation into the worn down language of terms, allegedly well-known,
in
reality only current. Respectful intimacy with sense and sensuality
as
required by Scripture has been replaced by viewless familiarity.
The
methodic principles of the Translation of the Bible, which Buber
owes
mostly to his co-operation with Franz Rosenzweig are reflected by
his
philosophical principles. He wants to retransform the Bible into spoken
word.
For this, Buber uses a language rich in images and sensitive
to
rhythm; instead of verses, he divides the Bible into short passages
determined
by meaning and breathing technique. By reproducing the Hebrew
pivot
style, Buber uses a feature that helps to conceive the innerbiblical
coherence
immediately - with nothing but the word. Like a red thread, one
can
follow a word or a root throughout chapters and books of the Bible.
The
unique about Buber's translation is that he does not only try to translate
word
uniformly, but whole roots. This leads him to the frontiers of German
language,
and the first impression of the translation often bewilders the
reader.
But
the importance is only realized when it is faced existentially:
Buber
opens up many terms and innerbiblical connections anew by working
out
the relation component out of terms of the “detached mind”,
which
originates in its primary Hebrew meaning. Truth becomes faithfulness,
inner
and outer faithfulness, justice becomes proving, the judicial term
becomes
a state of living, a “relation to reality”:
The truth that can be owned is not even a
creature, it is a ghost, a
succubus,
with which to live man can only effectively fancy, but he cannot
really
live with it. You cannot devour truth, it is not cooked in any pot
of
the world, you cannot even gape at it, for it is not a thing. And nonetheless
there
is a taking part at the existence of the inaccessible truth - for
the
one who proves himself. There is a “real relation” of the
whole
human prson toward the unowned, unownable truth, and it is only completed
in
proving. This “real relation” is, whatever called, the relation
to
existence.
And
he breathes life back into the sacrificial terms which have lost
their
meaning for us by translating as a nearing, an offer-nearing (Darnahung),
a
giving high and thus as a contrast to traditional sacrifice as an aiming
at
meeting God. If people nowadays are no longer ready to sacrifice, it
it
is not their “self-centrism”, but the fact that sacrifice
does
no longer mean meeting for them. Instead of that, the God of the Old
Testament
is portrayed imperious and despotic because he required sacrifices.
But
in reality, this God enabled and enables people to meet him.
The
spiritualized term of the Holy Ghost gains back its sensual life
by
translating it from its Hebrew primary meaning as “God's breeze”.
The
new opening of God's name JHWH in Early Judaism as “I will
be
there as the one I will be there” puts the stress onto the relation,
onto
the nearness in the relation and onto the distance in the relation.
Buber
and Rosenzweig have long thought it over how to translate this name
of
God in the text, adequate to German language's need. They have decided
on
the pronoun, since only this can reflect the nearness and familiarity
of
the primary meaning: the old “God the Lord” becomes a plain
“HE”.
It
was inevitable that Buber had to face Christianity when freeing the
Bible
from a patina laid on it mostly by a bimillinarian Christian theology.
But
its results are different from what one could expect: he does not polemize,
he
does not attack openly, his voice is low and matter-of-fact, like among
good
friends. He does not deride what he cannot believe in. And the fact
that
Christian view the Messiah in Jesus was always a “fact of highest
seriousness”
to him, even though Jesus could be “no more”
than
an outstanding and unparalleled person in Jewish tradition and a “brother”.
And
last but not least, he viewed him, Jesus of Nazareth, as a Jew who
radically
tried to make real with God's addressability.
But
at the same time, his criticism is unmerciful: he uncompromisingly
points
out that Paul's understanding of faith was perverted by Hellenism.
The
relation of faith in Christianity is no longer viewed a relation of
trust
as in Judaism, but as a holding-true of facts, facts of faith. This
is
what leads to disputes on dogmatism and heretics:
There are two, and after all only two, types
of faith facing one another.
There
is a large variety of contents of faith, but faith itself is only
known
in two primary forms. Both of them can be illustrated by plain facts
of
our lives: that I have trust toward somebody without being able to give
reasons
for it, the other evolves from the fact that I, also unable to
give
sufficient reasons, acknowledge facts as true.
The
person of Paul already is the point of time where Christianity branches
off
from the Jewish type of faith and becomes an inferior type of faith,
whereas
the message of Jesus still is deep-rooted in Judaism.
Of course, Jesus asked as whom he is seen, but
he does not require somebody
to
see him as anyone. For Paul it is the gate to salvation that one acknoledges
Jesus
with the whole power of faith as the one he teaches.
But
it is not only the notion of faith that Christianity has given up,
but
also the prohibition of images. By deifying Jesus, people make an image
of
the unseizable God, He is brought down to earth, his presence is forced
in
form of an image - and thus the real access to that God who “will
be
there as the one he will be there” is shut:
<
Imageless
and full of images is the Christian God at the same time,
more
imageless, however, in the religious idea, full of images in the lived
presence.
The image covers the imageless.
[1]Sir
James George Frazer, The Golden Bough 1922
[2]Bronislaw
Malinowski, Magic, Science, & Religion and Other Essays, Double Day
1948
[3]
Eliott
[4]Sir
James George Frazer, The Golden Bough 1922
[5]
Webster’s Seventh New Collegiate Dictionary
[6]
The Non Pareto Principle; Mea Culpa J.M.
Juran
[7]
Gaia was the primordial goddess of the earth according to the ancient Greeks.
[8]
James Lovelock, taken from The Ages of Gaia
[9]
Social Theory and Social Structure, Merton,
1957
[10]
The Elements of Logic, Barker
[11]
Hamlet; Prince of Denmark, Act III, Scene IV, Line 180
[12]
How to Win Friends and Influence People, Dale Carnegie, Pocket Books, New York
Feb. 1957 Page195
[13]
Proverbs 23:7
[14]
Pygmalion in the Classroom: Teacher Expectation and Pupils' Intellectual
Development (1968; expanded edition 1992),
[15]
Apollodorus. Apollodorus, The Library, with an English Translation by Sir James
George Frazer
[16]
As You Like It, Shakespeare
[17]
Homo Ludens, J.Huizinga
[18]
Heroism by Ralph Waldo Emerson
[19]
Homo Ludens, J.Huizinga
[20]
Everyman’s Talmud
[21]
An important pair in the Egyptian pantheon, representing civilization and
resurrection among many other things.
Osiris was brother and murder victim of Set.
[22]
Awakening Osiris by Normandi Ellis, Phanes Press
[23] Frithjok Schwa
[24]
Awakening Osiris by Normandi Ellis, Phanes Press
[25]
Zohar
[26]
Taittiriya Brahmana
[27] Steps Toward Inner Peace : Harmonious Principles for Human
Living
by Peace Pilgrim,
[28]
Awakening Osiris by Normandi Ellis, Phanes Press
[29]
Thus Spake Zarathustra (Nietzsche)
[30]Awakening
Osiris by Normandi Ellis, Phanes Press
[31]
William Goldman in “The Princess Bride”.
[32]
Odin was King of the Aesir, an important faction in the Nordic pantheon. A might warrior and giant-slayer like his son
Thor, but also considered a sorcerer and very wise.
[33]
The Book of (Ugh!) Poems, Wm Hamilton, unpublished
[34]
Why You Say It by Webb Garrison (Rutledge Hill Press, 1992)
[35]
Shakespeare
[36]
Hosiah. ii. 6
[37]
Awakening Osiris by Normandi Ellis, Phanes Press
[38]
The Garden of the Heart, compilation by Frances Esty, Roycrofters, NY (1930)
[39]
The second and third sephiroth respectively, on the kaballahist Tree of Life.
[40]
The Golden Bough by James G. Frazer
[41]
Awakening Osiris by Normandi Ellis, Phanes Press
[42]
The tree/axis of the world in Nordic mythology.
[43]
Voluspa
[44]
Baltasar Gracian in “The Art of Worldly Wisdom”
[45]
The Rubbiyat of Omar Khayyam
[46] Secret Gardens: The Golden Age of Children's
Literature
by Humphrey Carpenter Houghton
Mifflin,
[47]
Zohar
[48]
The Secret Language of Symbols : A Visual Key to Symbols and Their
Meanings by
David Fontana
[49]
Piers Anthony
[50]
In hollies, ashes, maples, some yew,
juniper and ginkgoes, a dryad maybe “male” or female. Hence Santa can come and go by way of the
chimney to arrange gifts around the Christmas tree, because he is the dryad of the Yule log, once burned upon the hearth.
(Phillip F. Waterman ) “ I am the tree
with candles in her fingers, the tree with lights, Menorah, Yule flame, Tree of
Life” ( Judy Grahm; Queen of Wands)
[51]
Phillip G. Davis in Goddess Unmasked.
[52]
Thus Spake Zarathustra (Nietzsche)
[53]
Albert Camus
[54]
Thus Spake Zarathustra (Nietzsche)
[55]
Havamal
[56]
Proverbs 8:14
[57]
Awakening Osiris by Normandi Ellis, Phanes Press
[58]
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[59]
Luke 21:25
[60]
The Republic by Plato
[61]
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[62]
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[63]
The Secret Language of Symbols : A Visual Key to Symbols and Their
Meanings by
David Fontana
[64]
Mircea Eliade, in Rites and Symbols of Initiation (1958),
[65]
“I Never Promised you a Rose Garden”
[66]
The Rubiyatt of Omar Khayyam
[67]
Rig Veda, Hymn xiv
[68]
Awakening Osiris by Normandi Ellis, Phanes Press
[69]
Awakening Osiris by Normandi Ellis, Phanes Press
[70]
Blumenthal, David Understanding Jewish
Mysticism
[71]
Everyman’s Talmud
[72]
Deu 30:14
[73]
Hall, James, A. (1983). _Jungian Dream Interpretation: A handbook of
Theory and Practice Inner city Books: Toronto, Canada
[74]
Dogen Zenji in Mountain and Water Sutra
[75]
Psalm 71
[76] The Tarot : History, Mystery and Lore Cynthia Giles; Paperback
[77]
Alexander Dumas
[78]
Walter Bugehot
[79]
THE AGE OF CHIVALRY by Thomas Bulfinch
[80]
Matthew 7:7
[81]
The Rubbiyatt of Omar Khayyam
[82]
On the Road with Jack Kerovac
[83] Phenomenon of Man Pierre Teilhard De Chardin
[84]
The Book of (Ugh!) Poems, Wm Hamilton, unpublished
[85]
The Meaning of Masonry by W. L. Wilmhurst:(pg. 95 97)
[86] Psalm 91:5
[87]
Awakening Osiris by Normandi Ellis, Phanes Press
[88]
Awakening Osiris by Normandi Ellis, Phanes Press
[89]Awakening
Osiris by Normandi Ellis, Phanes Press
[90]
The Day is Done Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
[91]
Virginia Woolf
[92]
Lord Byron in Don Juan
[93]
The Thesmophoriazusae By Aristophanes
[94] Mara Freeman
[95]
Awakening Osiris by Normandi Ellis, Phanes Press. Horus was the avenger of the slain god Osiris
in
Egyptian mythology
[96]
Mackenzie, Donald: Teutonic Myth and Legend,
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