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Open Letter to Physical-Materialist Psycho-Spiritual Reductionist Rationalists Everywhere;

Who Art Thou White Face by Leonara Carrington

 

I cannot dance with your machine,

Without a heart it has no dream.

I cannot welcome exploitation,

Of Earth and people – spirits desecration.

 

Open your heart and we will greet you,

Step within to find life anew.

More magic than your plastic kind,

The infinite heart – compassion sublime.

 

We will be patient while you wonder,

On this small world, outpost of the way.

But heed the divine entwined all about you,

And come join our dance – whilst you still may.

 

Turn away from strange fears and the desire to control,

Let the children of Earth and sacred nature evolve.

Remember your place, as a guest and a guardian,

In the many layered multiverse – the cosmological garden.

 

c.Celestial Elf 2014.

The Juggler’s Song

The Juggler’s Song;
Gather round friends and I’ll weave your Soul a Song
A luminous journey that wont last very long
Its a difficult game , you might forget your name,
I’ll juggle with delight, let the mysteries explain….

The physical physical ball is shining blue and mostly green
Wrapped in Awareness, Brighter than a Dream
I call it Earth, the Ark of Home and of the Heart
The magic of the growing things, reborn and growing start.

At First were added Stars and Eyes, the Gift of Dancing Light
A body with no name, rolling in primordial night,
By charm and incantation, teaching tongues that never fain
Learning lightness of the Air, whispered silence of refrain.

Understanding is the Second, as it flairs bright red in you,
Reconciling Strangeness, unravels all you ever said and do.
I call forth Fire and Truth Transcending Tempest Torn,
A gift for All who wonder, now your smiling not forlorn.

At First was added motion, to no thing a stagnant plight,
I’ll pretend to be a Human, Skydancer of the Light.
By the eye that never fails but falling rises through the sky,
Calling with a voice of gladness now I offer to those who fly…

The Third is blessed with Insight, a ball imbued in only blue,
riding tides of the emotion, dizzy deepness within you.
I call it Water, and watch in laughter as it flows,
You cannot grasp it tho you try, yet follow where it goes….

At First we spoke of Three, the magic power contained in thee
Clothed in Substance, Space and Matter and No Matter -Infinity
By following the Spheres along open paths Pertuity
Aright Ethereal Ethers and Ancient powers cross thresholds Three

The last little ball, look through mind’s I to see,
Attired like a Dragon, in All you shall Ever Be.
I call it Air, by which enchantment I set your spirit free,
The secret of this song, Eternities Harmony.

c. Celestial Elf 2012

Poem inspired by The Incredible String Band ‘Juggler’s Song’.

Symbolism of The Juggler;

The Greek words for Juggler also referred to Wonder Workers, Wizards and Conjurers, and were allied to ‘Magos’ which referred to the Magicians who came from India and China. During the Middle Ages and the Renaissance, from the time of Roger Bacon (13th century) to the semi-legendary Doctor Johannes Faustus (1480-1540), the Conjurer was a figure of fear and ridicule, respect and suspicion, suspected of tampering with forbidden powers. The Conjurer-Juggler became the Sorcerer who invokes and controls Elemental powers. (Journal of Popular Culture)

The Ancient Mystics believed that truth was less likely to be obscured if it was passed on in the form of symbols. Therefore the 78 cards in Tarot decks contain many symbols and characters. The 22 Trump cards are meant to depict the stages of evolution, the four suits; Discs, Wands, Cups and Swords – depict the relative aspects of consciousness.
The Juggler was most commonly referred to in Tarot as ‘Le Batleur‘ the bearer of the Wand (energy sent forth). In later versions of the first known deck, the Visconte Sforza deck, Le Batleur became known as the Magician or Juggler. Some associate him with Hermes Trismegistus, a combination of Hermes and of Thoth, a god of the moon, knowledge, and writing. In this aspect The Magician guides The Fool through the first step out of the cave of ignorance into the light of consciousness (Juggler’s World) .The Magical Juggler here invokes the forces of nature outside of time and so reveals the spiritual infinity within all things.

The Four Signs; Earth Water Fire Air –

Druids state that all life is made of the four Elements of Earth, Fire, Water and Air, without which life could not exist. The Four Elements deeply influence our personalities and lives at a physical as well as metaphysical level. They are made up of Etheric substances having certain qualities, natures, and purposes that are unique to their particular element and are also considered to be living entities (sometimes resembling humans) inhabiting a world of their own.
Known to many cultures, particularly the Greeks and Romans from whom we get our names for them. In Greek ‘Gnoma’ (Gnomes) meant knowledge or the knowing ones, ‘Silphe’ (sylph) was a butterfly or being with gauzy wings. The ‘Salambe’ (Salamander) is like a Dragon. (Magical Elements)
These four Elements correspond to the Four Directions of our physical world, the Four Quarters of the Universe, the Four Winds, and the Four quarters of a magical Circle. Earth and Water are considered female energies; Fire and Air are male.

The Earth as a feminine and fertile ball of life, embodies the Circle of the Year. All aspects of life take place within and upon the Earth: birth, life, death, change and rebirth. In Tarot readings, the Earth is related to the suit of Disks, Coins or Pentacles. Its color is clear dark green.
The Element of Earth rules the Northern quarter of the Circle and oversees the Brownies, Dwarves, Dryads, Gnomes and Hamadryads.

Fire is a purifying, masculine energy which both creates and destroys, bringing about new life or destroying the old and as such is a perfect metaphor for Understanding. Tan or Teine in the old Celtic language, was considered the most sacred Element because it is the closest to pure energy. In Tarot, Fire is connected to the Wand suit. For color correspondences, use red and orange.
The Element of Fire governs the Southern quarter of the Circle and oversees Salamanders, Drakes and Dragons.

Water is a powerful feminine energy connected with the Goddess and used for healing, cleansing, and purification. Water is also associated with the powers of Emotion and of the Unconscious mind. In Tarot Water is represented by the Chalice, Cup, Bowl, and Cauldron cards. Its color is pure blue.
The Element of Water governs the Western quarter of the Circle and oversees Nymphs, Undines, Mer-people, and the Spirits of Springs, Lakes and Rivers.

Air is always free, yet links everything to everything else. Associated with words and language, Air Element represents the Mind and is here a metaphor for knowledge. In Tarot, Air is expressed by The Swords. Its color is pure yellow.
The Element of Air governs the Eastern quarter of the Circle and oversees the Elves or Sylphs, Nature Spirits and Fairies.

Creating a Magical Pentacle, there is a fifth Element, The Element of Spirit (‘Nyu’ to the Druids), which dominates the center of the Circle, balancing all the other Elements.

On the Unusual Order of The Jugglers Elements;
The order used in this song and film is derived from the Phoenician roots of the Scandinavian Runic symbols, which indicate first, the leaving of linear time, and second the merging or entering of the metaphysical realm. I have used this order to signal the songs intention. (The Meaning of Myth)

Of The Powers of Three;
The Triad a defining characteristic of Celtic religion and mythology, is a symbol of Universal significance – it is found throughout history and all over the world and can be interpreted in many different senses: Spirit/Mind/Body in a Circle of synthesis; Past/Present/Future enclosed in the ring of Eternity; Art/Science/Religion bound in a Circle of culture.

From the Druid or Celtic Shamanistic viewpoint the number three represents the different views one might develop following an initiation ceremony. Celtic Shamans believed that they could see the present, past and future – their vision of the world was complete and trustworthy. The Shaman often saw himself as a man standing in three different worlds at the same time. In this way, his judgments, decisions and advice were imbued with greater insight and awareness.

Bright Blessings ~

Auguries of Infinity…….

Auguries of Innocence

William Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill’d with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro’ all its regions.
A dog starv’d at his master’s gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm’d for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf’s and lion’s howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand’ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus’d breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher’s knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won’t believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever’s fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov’d by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov’d
Shall never be by woman lov’d.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider’s enmity.
He who torments the chafer’s sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother’s grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar’s dog and widow’s cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer’s song
Poison gets from slander’s tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy’s foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist’s jealousy.

The prince’s robes and beggar’s rags
Are toadstools on the miser’s bags.
A truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro’ the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return’d to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven’s shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar’s rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm’d with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer’s sun.
The poor man’s farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric’s shore.

One mite wrung from the lab’rer’s hands
Shall buy and sell the miser’s lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant’s faith
Shall be mock’d in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne’er get out.

He who respects the infant’s faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child’s toys and the old man’s reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar’s laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour’s iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket’s cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet’s inch and eagle’s mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne’er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They’d immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation’s fate.
The harlot’s cry from street to street
Shall weave old England’s winding-sheet.

The winner’s shout, the loser’s curse,
Dance before dead England’s hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro’ the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

William Blake

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