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Dragon’s Eye…

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… The hollow of Dragon Hill affords a stunning vista of the Manger and the Giant’s Stairs.

From this vantage the sheer scale of the site starts to impinge upon my consciousness.

I concur with Wen that the laity would have congregated in the bowl or chalice of the hill where we now stand, shaped as it is it forms a natural amphitheatre and the scoured grass beneath our feet which according to tradition is the spot where St. George ‘loosed the Dragon’s blood’ is clearly as anything a missing piece off the horse on the hill opposite.

I am minded of the myth of Isis and Osiris and the search of the Goddess for her brother’s dismembered body…

The other disconcerting thing, from our point of view, is that the figure is not wholly visible from this elevation.

One would need to be a lot higher up or further back to make out the entire shape.

It is though, nevertheless, a highly dramatic landscape.

We have crossed to the opposite hill now and stand contemplating the eye of the dragon…

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Signatures…

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Back in the low slung car I stare into the gloom.

A quiet has descended with the mist.

It is the silence that preludes any portentous event.

The car lurches and veers suddenly and we bounce up a dirt track and skid to a halt at the foot of Dragon Hill.

“You didn’t mean to come this way did you?”

“This way, that way…what does it matter?”

“Who knows?”

It is my turn to look mysterious as we set off up the hillock.

The chill snags my breath as we climb and the mist swirls and eddies, clinging to our legs and arms like star stuff.

I nearly lose my balance a number of times for no apparent reason, a sure sign if one were needed that we are approaching the numinous…

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Angels, Angels, everywhere III…

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“The nine orders of Angelic Being mattered because the divisions echoed the Trinity and because they corresponded to the nine-fold partition of the heavens.”

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“From the Empyrean in descending order the spheres were those of the ‘first mover’, the fixed stars, saturn, jupiter, mars, sun, venus, mercury and moon. The Nine Hierarchies of Angelic Being each regulated one of these spheres.”

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“Although this order was familiar to the Elizabethans, they thought nothing of ‘playing fast and loose’ with it and before long the Archangels had been ‘promoted’ to the place of the Seraphim.”

With quite ‘devastating’ results for the world at large…

 

Angels, Angels, everywhere II…

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“The Angelic Worlds had been set out as early as the fifth century AD by Dionysius the Areopagite who taught that the Angelic Beings were arranged in a definitive nine-fold order according to their capacities to receive the undivided divine essence.”

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“In this scheme there were three main orders. The ‘contemplative’ consisted of Seraphim, Cherubim and Thrones. The ‘attitudinal’ was divided into Dominions, Virtues and Powers. While the ‘active’ was made up of Principalities, Archangels and Angels.”

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“It was the lowest of these orders, the Angels, alone, that formed a medium between the Super-Being and Man.”

Angels, Angels, everywhere…

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“The Elizabethans followed Medieval lines of belief with regard to the angels yet confused, omitted, or misunderstood many of the finer details.”

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“They were convinced that the angels, as agents of ‘pure intellect’, acted as intermediaries between the Super-Being and Man, that like man they possessed free will, but unlike Man the angelic free will never conflicted with that of the Super-Being.”

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“Angels apprehended the Super-Being not by figure or symbol, as Man, but directly, and it was by virtue of this ability that they could act as Man’s guardian.”

A Jewel in the Crown…

2Stone of the Wise

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PROJECTION-OF-GOLD
In truth, it is certain and without doubt that whatever is above tends toward that which is below and whatever is below tends toward that which is above for the accomplishment of the One Perfected Thing.
As all things are discovered by one, alone through contemplation so all things are born from this one, alone by permutation: its Father is the Sun, its Mother is the Moon, the Wind bears it in its Belly, the Earth nurtures it in its Heart; Power of all powers it contains the subtle and penetrates the solid and is the progenitor of all wonder in the world yet its efficacy is only perfected through embodiment.
In order that the little world may be re-created in the image of the great world the Spirit must be separated from the Body gradually by the regulated heat of a gentle flame: it rises to heaven from earth and falls back to earth from heaven and thus it acquires the inferior and superior powers for the glory of the whole world and the dissipation of all darkness…
This is the Way of Perfection…
I alone transmit this threefold wisdom which is why I am called The Thrice Raised Hermes.

– The Emerald Tablet

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All – Ex – Andros…

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  One is All…

In Alchemy there are no short cuts.
Many are those who have spent a life-time seeking its treasure in vain.
On the other hand, everything it promises to reveal is freely given at the outset.
One need only attend properly to its stories and dictates to succeed in the quest…
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THE TREASURE OF ALEXANDER
In my native land where I was an orphan there stood a stone statue upon a golden column on which was written:
‘Behold! I am Hermes, he who is three-fold in Wisdom. I once placed marvelous signs openly before all eyes; but now I have veiled them by my wisdom so that none should attain them unless he be a sage like my good self…’
On the breast of the statue one could read:
‘Let him who would learn and know the secrets of creation and of nature look beneath my foot.’
I reflected on what this might mean and started to dig beneath the plinth…
Before long I came to a dark underground chamber in which winds arose and blew without ceasing.
I could go no further.
Exhausted by my toil and full of chagrin at my failure I sat down to rest and immediately fell asleep.
It was then that an old man appeared, resembling myself in build and appearance.
‘Arise and enter into this chamber so as to obtain a representation of nature!’ He said.
‘I cannot,’ I replied, ‘for I can see nothing in the darkness, and the winds that blow there will put out every torch flame.’
‘Then why don’t you put your light into a glass vessel…’ He said.
I immediately awoke, set a light inside a glass, as instructed, and entered the chamber.
There before me sat an Ancient Man on a Golden Throne, holding in his hand an Emerald Tablet on which was written:
‘This is the secret of the world and nature… the knowledge of creation and the cause of all things’…
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All…Ex…Andros…
Could anything be clearer or simultaneously more obscure?
How many Fairy Tales commence with a ‘Native Orphan’ who ends by first recognising and finally realising their ‘High Estate’?
And what should be made of our immobile Stone Figure which stands upon Gold?
He is a God, no less, yet he points not at heaven above but below to the earth.
Or of the Old One who appears in dream as our ‘bodily’ twin?
A simulacrum…
Nature’s representative advises we still the flickering, buffeted flame of our minds eye in order to see…
Deep in the Dark of our Earth the enthroned kin who holds…
A Jewel in the Crown…
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