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Tag Archives: alchemy
Giant’s Dance…
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Earth Stalker – Dream Maker
Hill Shaker – Soul Weeper
Sleep Walker – Spirit Keeper
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Rubble Rousing – Pool Dispensing…
Inner Child!
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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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Circles of Heaven: Plant…
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What we now call ‘gods’ or ‘goddesses’,
the ancients’ saw as spirits.
How does one learn to safely cook a poisonous plant?
By many deaths?
Or, by contacting the plant’s spirit and asking?
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Of Time and Space…
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“Time is a circle, there is no beginning and end.
Space is a triangle, there is no above and below.”
Count-Jack-Black
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A Wild Mother…
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Mother-Wild has not only the experience
of her forebears and the accepted rules
of the clan to guide her,
she seeks to learn also from
ants, bees, spiders and badgers.
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She studies the family life of the birds.
To her and her child the birds are real people,
who live close to the mysterium.
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The murmuring trees breathe its presence.
The falling waters chant its praise.
– Ohiyesa
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Obelisk: Alchemical Gold…
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As soon as one posits one-self
‘Natura Superior’…
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One is
immediately confronted with earth as dirt,
and the need to flee this filthy spectre
becomes paramount…
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Yet it may be that
the outer ring of stars in space
is nothing more than a reflected inner.
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Roses, after all, thrive on dung.
The Flower of Alchemy…
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Before a bud…
The moon in flood
Has sucked the sap
To tickle a tip
Then cracked the lip
That spreads a smile
Across the face of the sun…
Beyond a bud.
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The Gift…
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It is possible to box almost anything.
Thoughts…
Ideas…
Emotions…
In this way a whole life may be compartmentalised into secure, bounded segments of much more manageable proportions.
Bite sized pieces.
Or even, ‘shots’.
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As everybody knows it is even possible to box one’s ears, so that only those things which compute are actually heard.
This is the way Spirit dies.
Blinkers, are boxes for the eyes…
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In fact, about the only thing which it is not
possible to put into a box…
Is light.
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This is strange…
But only because light,
is really the gift of a turning-year.
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La Chapelle Verte…
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All stands hidden
Out-of-sight
At the heart of the cavernous world.
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All lies sequestered
Black but comely
In the cavernous heart of man.
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The unseen green within grey rock
Wielder of Psyche’s Axe
Looser of her Emotional Block.
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Our animal soul crowns the summit
Inanimate intimacies call
‘Drink deep – Drink deep’…
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Don’t merely dip a doltish finger-tip
Like felt for freely-gifted gold
or spawn of devil’s bloodied-blot.
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Not sentiment nor sediment
Can satisfy
Such cavernous yawning.
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Drink deep of Night
And wake
To Day’s Dawning.
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All lies hidden
Out-of-sight
At the heart of a cavernous world.
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