Monthly Archives: June 2020

Adoration of the One?…

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“It is a curious attribute of the Chain of Being, that it allowed every class to excel, ‘after its own heart’.”

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“Stones may be considered ‘lowly’ but they ‘trump’ the class above them, plants, in both strength and durability.”

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“Plants, in their turn, though regarded as without ‘sense’, excel all other classes in their ability to harness and store, for nourishment, the energy of the sun.

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“The ‘brute beasts’ possess greater physical strength than man and a ‘purer desire of the heart’, and man himself, being imperfect in the realms of knowledge, excels even the angels in his aptitude for learning.”

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Only the angels, by virtue of their own special gift, the faculty of devotion, can never claim to go beyond the ‘class of being’ that stands above them.

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Something fishy in Glastonbury…

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‘It doesn’t feel like we’re in England. It feels like we’re in France or something.’

No idea why France in particular except, perhaps, that my memories of that country shimmer with light and heat, and the sun was beating down that day.

Such days, in an English summer, are still rare and may be that, to my mind, made the place suitably ‘other’?

How habitual it is to rationalise.

Almost second nature, as if one nature were not more than enough!

We were in Glastonbury for a symposium, a weekend of alternative lectures and radical thinking…

We ‘knew nothing’ of the vesica then even though we had read Michell’s ‘…View…’ some years before.

‘It’s like any book. Some things stick. Some things don’t.’

We knew, though, that we would be returning to Glastonbury and there was no rationalising that away.

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‘In the landscape round Glastonbury Abbey can be found a clear exposition of the former practice of sacred geometry…

A circle with radius one furlong passes through the Old Market Cross, the Abbey fish pond and the town’s Catholic church and defines with its circumference the outer limits of St John’s church and the old Abbey house.

Another similar circle centred on the Catholic church encloses the church of St Benedict and also passes through the Market Cross and the fish pond.

The two parish churches, 1000 feet apart, are now placed symmetrically within the two circles. The centre of the vesica thus formed by these two circles falls on the Abbey Almonry, the centre of charity, and one of its sides can be seen to mark the building line of houses in Magdalene Street.

Thus, the town of Glastonbury lies below the interlinked circles of a vesica piscis, the basic figure of sacred geometry.’

John Michell – The View over Atlantis

 

Only to build with…

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“It doesn’t work quite so well with stone.”

“So it woud seem, but it might have once

before we became so ‘stone-blind’.”

“I can think of a lot of things to call our culture

but ‘stone-blind’ would not necessarily be top of the list.

We still use stone you know.”

“I know, but we only use it to build with.”

 

 

Chapel-en-le-River…

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“There was one thing.”

“Oh yes?”

“Well, two things, really.”

“These days ‘really’ is not a precise term, but proceed anyway.”

“No, no of course not… it’s just that, it struck me that the stones were conceived as shadows.”

“Shadows of what?”

“The ancestral realm.”

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“And the second thing?”

“We’re being haunted.”

“By what?”

“By a shape!”

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“It’s a Cop.”

“Look again.”

“It’s still a Cop.”

“Or a very big Long Barrow.”

“But it’s a hill.”

“Look again.”

“It’s still a hill.”

“Or a very big Long Barrow.”

“They didn’t build Long Barrows that big.”

“Why not?”

“It’s absurd. It’s preposterous. They simply couldn’t have.”

“They built Silbury.”

“Silbury’s not a Burial Mound.”

“No, but the ‘Archaeos’ used to think that it was.”

“The ‘Archaeos’ are always getting it wrong.”

They think it’s a hill.”

“They thought all the ‘Motte and Bailys’ were mediaeval.”

“Precisley, it’s definitely a big Long Barrow.”

“It’s not definitely anything but what makes you so sure?”

“Numbers.”

“Numbers?”

“Most of the sites hold a lot of people and there are thousands of them. A lot of them would have taken huge numbers to construct and there are thousands of them and yet, the burials are relatively few. Even at the massive sites…”

“Where are all the bones?”

“I knew you’d come around to my way of thinking.”

“Especially on Ilkley.”

“We know Ilkley’s a Necropolis…

“…And yet, there are hardly any cairns.”

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An Aye for an Eye?…

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“Sure, ’tis a terrible thing to choose one or t’other.”

The Aurally Man

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Alchemy as process has a number of stages.

And nobody seems able to agree on how many!

This might not though be a disagreement of number but of measure.

An hour possesses sixty minutes and three-thousand-six-hundred seconds, after all.

If we make our focus three, we get…

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A point worth considering: all the triangles are of equal size.

Individually this seems obvious but, perhaps, not quite so, relatively.

A shortcoming alluded to in the phrase, ‘vagaries of the human eye’.

Which is another point worth considering.

The human eye follows lines like a moth to flame.

This is one of the reasons why the ‘Blessed Head of Joshua’ is eyeless.

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Fortingall…

 

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A berry long time ago…

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Before Worshippers…

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And Scholars…

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And Monarchs…

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And Warriors…

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And Romans…

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And Scorts…

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And Picts…

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The Iron Age…

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The Bronze Age…

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And The Stone Age…

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This tree was planted…

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And it is still alive today.

 

 

Stride by Stride…

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“‘Never look back…’ runs the adage. But it is sometimes good to revisit. I mean, we missed some pretty heavy clues¬† which may have saved us some time, last time we were in Dorset. St James with his pilgrim’s hat and staff, for one…”

“One thing I have worked out.”

“Oh, yes?”

“The name of the giant who wears the Seven League Boots.”

“But there are several in the Folk Record aren’t there?”

“Indeed, but I’m talking about the, one and only, truly original, giant.”

“Is that a clue?”

It’s a riddle, and you already have all the clues.”

“I have?”

“Yup, but you evidently need reminding, so…

a league is three miles,

seven threes are twenty one,

and twenty-one miles is

about as far as a man can comfortably walk in one day.”

“These are supposed to be clues to a name?”

“Don’t worry, you’ve still got plenty of time?”

“How long have I got?”

“Until we are next at Cadbury.” …