Monthly Archives: July 2020

Solution…

‘Setting riddles is much easier than solving them.’

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… “What a strange planet. Where I come from people solve three riddles every morning before sitting down to first breakfast.”

The ‘High School’ Solution…

The clue in the poem is that the poem as a whole does not make sense. The individual lines make sense but the sense of the individual lines is not picked up by successive lines and does not follow through to the end of the poem.

Also, we may notice that two of the lines are identical.

The lines alone then are significant and as students of calligraphy will be aware initial words and especially letters are often deemed to be most important because the start of anything inevitably colours its conclusion.

The first words of each line then with letters emboldened.

Dark… About… Lost… Great… Ever… Traversing… Yonder

Back… After… Yonder.

Dalgety Bay is in Scotland, or as we prefer North Albion.

The story of our sojourn there is told in, Lands of Exile: But ‘n’ Ben.

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A Riddle…

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Dark the frame and dark the spur

About the light which shines over there.

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Lost to memory, lost to time

Good and great cut down in their prime.

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Ever the longing, we yearn to know

Traversing the ‘now’ via ebb and flow.

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Yonder, the stars circuit their course.

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Back to silence, back to still

After we’ve been and had our fill.

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Yonder, the stars circuit their course.

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Where were we?

Yet Another Disappearing Stone…

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“It’s got a ‘wen’ in it!”

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And if we had not already twigged

that really should have clinched it!

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“How are they pronouncing it anyway?”

“‘Bosk-a-Noon’ – ‘The House of the Elder-Tree.'”

“They’re ignoring the ‘wen-bit’ then.”

“Or, we could just call it hidden.”

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“How do they do that?”

“Do what?”

“Make a stone that size disappear.”

“Well, at least it’s not yet started walking…”

“Or dancing…”

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By the time we left, though,

all the stones in the circle had begun,

what we call, ‘morphing’…

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And somewhere a horn was sounding.

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“If I didn’t know better,

I’d say the Wild Hunt was abroad.”

 

‘Aye’ of the day’s eye…

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Approaching Avebury in this way we got to side-step the crowds.

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Most of whom had been unceremoniously penned into the Red Lion.

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But it is not about meticulous planning.

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It is about listening.

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And following ‘directives’…

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A Day’s walk?…

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…”The why, is always the same.”

“In order to connect, or to make whole?”

“And in order to then participate in that wholeness.”

“Which is connection.”

“They call Glastonbury England’s ‘holiest erthe’.”

“Perhaps that is why?”

“Today, we look up to the night sky, and wonder, and dream of perfection.”

“Or, at least, some of us do.”

“Perhaps, there was a time when, at certain junctures in the sacred year, to participate in that perfection was just a days walk away?”

Stocking for a face!…

 

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“Hold-ups… are on the up,” pronounced Teigue-the-Fool, and flung aside the Daily Comet, “which is, ahem, dare I say it, hardly surprising, Sire.”

“Hardly surprising! Hardly surprising,” blustered Big Bee, “hold-ups are a worrying and totally unforseen consequence of our valiant offensive against a genocidal virus!” he finished, with some aplomb.

“Genocidal, I can grant you, but virus?”

“Don’t you have a shed to tidy, that’s what normal people do?”

“And what of the customer?”Chided Teigue.

“Oh, what of the customer?”

“Are they no longer always right?”

“Not when they may be riddled with disease they’re not!”

“Covid. Outcast. Unclean! You mean?”

“Well, yes, something like that.”

“Straight from the Walrus’s mouth, as it were,” sang Teigue.

The Well below the Valley…

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“Cadbury Castle is on the ‘line’ anyway.”

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“Which is possibly why we felt drawn here in the first place.”

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“Oh, and Burrowbridge Mump.”

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“Which just leaves Glastonbury Tor  which, on a clear day,  is visible from Cadbury Castle…”

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“And which, given that time is now pressing, means we can go straight to Avebury.”

“Isn’t time always pressing?”

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“If there’s half a chance of getting to Avebury…”

 

 

Ars Geometrica: Seal…

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‘For God created man immortal, and made him in the image of his own eternity.’
– The ‘Twentieth’ Leaf

The preceding image we had to own did not seem to us particularly god-like.

We turned the leaf:

7The Twenty-First Leaf

…Although that description most definitely did.

Finally we came to the last leaf of the little gold-plated book.
It did not come before time.
Already a golden dawn was beginning to blaze through the blinds of our study window.

The Twenty-Second Leaf looked like this:

8We walked to our bedroom in a daze, collapsed on the bed, and fell into a fitful sleep.
We dreamed of two rooms the exact reverse of each other.
One was in shadow.
The other was lit.
We awoke around Noon.
We walked into the living room to find the window open and the little golden book gone.
We fell to our knees and sobbed.

On the study desk were our rough copies of the material we had found in the book.

How had she done it?
Where had she been?
And why didn’t she use the door?

The door may be watched, came the answer.

We remembered our dream and walked back into the bedroom.
We opened one of the mirrored doors to our wardrobe.
There on the floor lay a leaf from the little golden book.
Was it ‘the missing leaf’?
If it was, it was not what we were expecting.

The Twenty-Third Leaf:

9On the back was a seal:

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Ars Geometrica: A Corn of Wheat…

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‘…then a triangle and finally a circle……’
– The ‘Eighteenth’ Leaf.

…This to our mind pretty much makes the earth feminine and the moon masculine which we expect also makes the sun feminine and the star behind the sun masculine. And that is pretty much how the Egyptian’s had it.
We surmise that at this point there maybe at least one missing leaf to the book delineating in much more detail the geometries of earth and moon.
…But what of the sun?

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We turned the ‘Eighteenth’ Leaf…

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‘…Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die it abides alone…’

The ‘Nineteenth’ Leaf

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Which we must assume is referring to the sun.

We turned the ‘Nineteenth’ Leaf aware somewhere in the recesses of our overstretched brain that the moon and sun cycles are conjoint in their nineteenth year.

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The ‘Twentieth’ Leaf

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‘…But if it dies it brings forth much fruit.’

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…Which leaf, incidentally, concludes the geometric designs contained in the book.
The ‘Twenty-First’ Leaf introduced a picture of sorts which to us again appeared to echo some of the Egyptian ideas:

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