Remember Stella Lansing - the woman who affected film in strange ways?
Dive into the Awen and let the body, mind, heart and soul be immersed in the poetry and the prose of the eternal Celtic magic that is The Song of Merlin.
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This is a work of fantasy, it is a story that uses both poetry and prose to move the story, and the poetry is not in poetic form but rather is also in prose format. And as per the old Celtic bards it is meant to be read aloud, because it is in this way that the magic in the words and the stories can be found, and of course it is also of a strong metaphysical and spiritual nature, since I believe that this is the true energy of Merlin, neither male nor female, neither young nor old, but a dancer and poet in the madness of all time and space, and then yet not. It has the traditional names of the ancient Celts and their mythology, it is linked into the very land itself, the land of Logres, and this is a term used to describe ancient Celtic Great Britain. In example the song of the trees is taken from the Beth Luis Nion, the name of the Celtic runes and how they are connected to each of the trees. What follows is a sample from the song of the trees.
How many seedlings have I planted? How many dreams have been granted? And in how many ways have I been enchanted? Countless billions have I placed in earth to grow. Billions more do I have on show. Eternally amazed at the things I already know. How many trees have been created? How many fools in foolish ways are fated? And in how many students in silent ways are educated. Countless billions and billions have here been made. Countless fools in the eternity all will fade. Of all the students’ only one will make the grade. I will here consult a million trees. Each one will pass on its lore. I will here teach the sacredness. Of the arboreal world explore. How many gifts have I nurtured along the way? How many times in sweetest silence have I been gay. In how many teachings have I been taught to say? Countless gifts have been rendered and so made aware. Countless times have I sat in a sacred grove without a care? In countless ways my teachings are here and everywhere. How many secrets have been devised? How many truths barbarised. In how many students are truths a prized? Countless secrets have been told. Countless ways to turn the lead into gold, but of all the students, one I will allow into the fold. We will here consult the verdant earth. Each one will pass on its lore. We will here learn the sacredness. Use them as you would a door.
In the prophecies of merlin there is a rhyming energy, which makes it more intense and at the same time more readable. What follows is the opening piece in the prophecies of Merlin.
“Come children and gather once more around the sacred fire while dancing on the sacred shore, listen to the words that here will inspire and you a thousand worlds explore. See me in the Awen state, with all the muses there on call, knowing the passage of fate and the creativity to enthral. See me in the Awen mode, to hear the muses sweet, to know the mortal code, of a world not yet complete. Come children and gather once anew, as around the sacred flame, time and space both flew, listen to the words of the structure of the game and the meaning of each clue. See me in the Awen curse, the muses straining at my lips, in all the multiverse, I will call on the eternal ships. See me in the Awen bane, of the muses stoking the crystal glass, to know once again, of the journey that all fools must pass.”
But then it reaches another level in the song of Merlin and Vivian. What follows is the opening piece from Merlin and Vivian.
“How does the heart feel, how does the soul dance, my love will here reveal, and then that love is in its chance. And how for every call, of the great and the small, as a fool of a fool will advance. This tale will be told, of a journey brave and bold, and how in love is the secret we hold. How can I touch her, revel in her light, how can I hold her, when she is out of sight, knowing wrong and knowing right. How does the soul decide, how does the heart speak, my love and joy I cannot hide, nor my dreams I seek. How for every thought, a fleeting dream is caught, but love of love will leave me weak. This tale can be related, of how two souls are fated, to share heaven in the hearts created. How do I feel her, take simple delight in her being, how do I caress her, this Goddess in mortal form that I am seeing, knowing I am bound to journey in the freeing.”
I hope this helps in making you decide to buy and read the work, because it does hold some amazing magic if it is allowed to be what it is meant to be, as was stated at the beginning, when was the last time you danced with words and then let the words dance with you.
NASA announced today that the Kepler Space Telescope, that is now back in working order, has discovered 100 new exoplanets some of which could be able to sustain life.
The $600 million Kepler mission launched in March 2009 was tasked with determining how commonly Earth-like planets occur throughout the Milky Way galaxy. It turns out that there are many, many of them.
NASA believes that there could be a possible 1 billion in our Milky Way galaxy alone and there are over 100 billion galaxies out there.
They determine it the planets are habitable by measuring how big they are, how big their star is, and how far from their star they are. By doing this they can begin to determine if there is liquid water on the planet rather than a gas planet that is unfriendly to life as we know it.
Since NASA started the program they have found at least 12 planets that they believe are in the "Goldilocks zone" just close enough, but not too close to be the right temperature to support life. With this new 1000 planets found they will undoubtedly announce more planets that could easily have life on them.
Is this the beginning of disclosure? Will we start looking for radio signals from these planets and find that there are intelligent aliens living there? And what will happen if we do?
Should we try and contact these beings that are thousands of light years away? Many people don't think that would be such a good idea such as Stephen Hawking who said that they would likely come here and destroy us for various reasons.
I'm very interested to see how this plays out. Although it depends greatly on what the Government wants us to know. Which is probably very little...
Photo from The Heretic Magazine
Original Article by Andrew Gough
I recently finished reading 'The Sacred Salmon' article from Issue 7 of The Heretic. I would firstly like to express how grateful I am that Mr. Gough published this live on his website (http://andrewgough.co.uk/articles_salmon/). Ever since September of 2007, I have been reading Gough's articles. In the fall of 2007, I started reading heavily into astrology and the symbolism of animals. This was mainly because of a college professor who inspired me to start reading about several different philosophers and “thought leaders” such as Goethe, Victor Hugo, Carl Jung, Nietzsche, and so on. I began to gather and keep track of the birthdays of these thinkers, just mostly for the hell of it, and see if their astrological animals symbolized or matched what they did in life (perhaps the other way around). My professor heavily believed that we are “in the animal's image” not God's. In other words, we modeled ourselves after what we saw animals doing in the wild; not just how a wolf hunts, but how it raises its family, for example. I began to see trends in the birthdays, and after recording the zodiac sign of close to 1500 philosophers, occultists, esoterics, etc., I came to realize that most were fish. Roughly one tenth (150) of the philosophers are born under the sign of Pisces. That doesn't seem like a huge number, but when it is spread out over twelve other signs it's the highest number on the list. I also started collecting zodiacs from other cultures, including the Sumerian zodiac, the Celtic Lunar Zodiac, and the Native American (specifically Algonquin) zodiac. Each one had something in common: the salmon was the sign for the summer. Where Leo is in our zodiac, the Salmon exists in every other zodiac where the fish was prominent and symbolic. I will never forget this phrase in Fionn legend:
The salmon lives in a fathomless well of wisdom where it swirls up ripples of knowledge from which the righteous may drink.
Long before Gough came out with this article, I was studying the importance of the salmon on my own. I found that the salmon as Leo actually had, ironically, the least amount of names on my list. However it did have some big players:
Madame Blavastky, Carl Jung, Sir Walter Scott, Henry Steel Olcott, Valentin Weigel, Claude Fayette Bragdon, Max Heindel, Marcel Proust, Marcel Duchamp, Napolean, and George Bernard Shaw to name a few.
Now logically this means nothing as astrology doesn't necessarily decide who you are (though I know some of you will disagree, which is fine). I couldn't help get caught up in all the coincidences though, especially when you consider the greatness that is Pisces (at least in the wisdom/esoteric part of things):
Copernicus, Albert Einstein, Montaigne, Michelangelo, Constantine, Victor Hugo, Arthur Schopenhauer, Herbert Silberer (alchemist), Jean-Baptiste Alliette, George Herbert Palmer, Jane Ward Leade, Count Jan Potocki, Ovid, Diogenes of Sinope, Camille Flammarion, James Churchward (Island of Mu), Botticelli, Manly Palmer Hall, Albert C. Mackey, Dom Anthony-Joseph Pernety, George Clymer, Giovanni Pico della Mirandola, Johann Georg Gichtel, William Scott-Elliot, W.H. Auden, Geoffrey Hodson, Maurice Magre, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Edgar Cayce, Rudolf Steiner, Peter D. Ouspensky, and Jean Overton Fuller to name a really small amount compared to the actual list.
I remember seeing a show on PBS quite a few years ago about a place on the Pacific Northwest coast. It is home to the legendary “Spirit Bear,” a mutation in the black bear line that causes them to have translucent (white-looking) fur like a polar bear that is caused by a recessive gene leftover from the last big Ice Age. It is also home to a plethora of other wildlife that each year rely on the salmon run to survive. Biologist studying the wildlife and forest there decided to do a genetic test on the pine trees of the park, some of which where 500+ years old. They found that needles collected from the top of the tree showed evidence of salmon molecules in their DNA. Meaning the trees were actually “eating” the salmon that lay dead on the river beds after spawning, absorbing their nutrients into their roots. The salmon drove the entire ecosystem and even caused other animals to adapt around hunting them. The wolves in the area are not like other gray wolves in Canada. Rather than having a “fluffy” bulky coat that we are used to, their fur is more like an otter's, allowing them to swim extraordinary long amounts of time. Some wolves have mean sighted swimming eight miles out to sea fishing for salmon. The salmon are the keystone species wherever they go, so it's no wonder the ancients saw them as important. Coincidentally, the wolf is aligned with Pisces in the Algonquin zodiac and is also seen as a sign of wisdom in many cultures.
The legends of the salmon far outweigh its own existence. In the Otter Can legend (http://hotcakencyclopedia.com/ho.OtterCo...) the fish, likely a salmon, is the source of light and life (Copied from Hotcak Encyclopedia, retold by Richard L. Dieterle):
Earthmaker created an otter. In the direction of the east he placed a lodge of Light and Life in the middle of the Ocean Sea. Earthmaker concentrated his mind upon it. Otter's old woman came to know of it: "Earthmaker has thought something, that Hare is going to look for Life on behalf of his uncles and aunts. He will go towards it there." The first thing that he did, once he was ready to go out, was to go around his fireplace four times. He made it shimmer with Light and Life. Once he had made the light beautiful, he started to go out. He strode out onto the water, taking four steps across it. Then, after he dove into the water there, he came up and laid out the sand that he had brought back with him, and then an island appeared there. And then he strengthened himself with his power and dove back in. He brought something up and laid it out, and it was a fish-chief that he had retrieved and set down. And then he made his lair itself his plate. Then the center of its body became imprinted with light, and on the fourth time he bit into it, the light increased. And that woman took hold of the very white bones and filled it. The plate became imprinted with Light and Life. That's how it was.
Then they went out walking on the water of the Ocean Sea, and as big as it was, it became like what could fit on a little plate. Then after he had been walking, he came ashore. He placed the stopping point there. Again he got ready, making himself frail from holiness. Then he did this: he dove into the water. When he and his woman got to come out, there could be seen four children between them. So he did this, and then the male turning back in the water, scooped something up. Once he had come out, he laid down a gray fish-chief that he had in his mouth. And after they had made the lair the plates, the male started for it, and smeared the center of his body with Light and Life. And the fourth time that he seized it, he caused the day to be extended. Then he took hold of the woman together with these children. He made the plate very white by marking it distinctly with the light.
Then, as they started out walking, they took four steps as the went towards the Creation Lodge. There he tried his arrow. He shot a very large tree that was there. When he got there, he saw that it was there in the center of the core. He was pleased with it. Then again there he did it. Again he tried to send something forth. There was a very large Female Spirit, and he sent a shot there. When he got there and saw it, there it had gone its center. He was pleased with it. He took it up, and there he tried once more. Then he sent a shot to the protruding corner of a white cloud. There he did it, and it worked in its core. He was pleased with it. Then he did this: he took it up and for the fourth try, he sent it. It was the Creation Lodge. He who Stands in the Center of the Lodge was unopposable. There he sent his shot. When it got there, it did its work upon the core of the fire. He was very pleased with it.
(Still Copied from Hotcak Encyclopedia)
The otter in this story is told in connection with the otter skin pouch which is used to shoot shells into initiates in the Medicine Rite. When the initiate is hit with such a shell, he falls over as if killed, only to arise later reborn (remind you of something?). The Hočąk is ho-hųk, literally, "fish-chief," which Radin translates as "kingfish." The term "kingfish" in English denotes several varieties of salt water fishes, and is therefore not likely what ho-hųk means. Since it is unattested elsewhere, we do not know what kind of fish was meant, if any. It may be that it is the chief of fishes. The domain in which he is chief is that of water, which is ni in Hočąk. A homonym for this word means "breath," and by extension, "life." Water is also the domain of the Hero Twin known as "Ghost." And, as among the Christians (for many non-overlapping reasons), souls are often made homologous to fish. Therefore, a fish-chief is at least symbolically a ruler in the domain of souls. Eating such a fish is eating the spiritual power by which control over souls is obtained. When the otter bites into the fish-chief, the consumed fish is translated into Light and Life. This is a "translation," made by an animal that can transpose himself from the world of water to that of land. The Medicine Rite allows the master of its principles to gain control over his own soul, and to achieve the power to resurrect himself, rather than being an eternal captive in the realm of souls. He becomes, by consumption of its nature, a fish-chief himself.
In another version of the story, the otter comes out of the water twice, each time with a fish of which he bites and out come the Light and Life of the world. Assumingly, the fish represent Pisces, which makes sense when you consider many Native American stories are based off celestial events.
Jasper Blowsnake's Account of the Medicine Rite, in Paul Radin, Winnebago Notebooks (Philadelphia: American Philosophical Society, n.d.) Freeman #3876, Winnebago II, #6: 166-169 (the original handwritten interlinear text); Freeman #3886, Winnebago III, #6: 357.65-361.86. For a loose English translation, see Paul Radin, The Road of Life and Death: A Ritual Drama of the American Indians. Bollingen Series V (Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1973 ) 255-257.
2 Radin, The Road of Life and Death, 342, nt. 13.
3 Radin, The Road of Life and Death, 342, nt. 21.
Thank you to Andrew Gough for your many articles that have inspired me over the years. Thanks too to Greg and TDG for everything you do for us heretics.
Please forgive my lack of sources. When I upgraded to Windows 7 in 2012 I lost a lot of my research and I am still trying to recover it by what I saved on CDs. Most of it was scribbled on philosophy class notes. When I find them I will update accordingly.
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Ok, everybody is out watching the new Star Wars movie, so this post is probably pointless!
Ralph Ellis emailed me recently to let me know about his new book on King Arthur and the Grail. So, that got me thinking about this topic again.
Schematically, I think it should be quite obvious that King Arthur, Guinevere, Sir Galahad and Lancelot were based on leading royal figures in the run up to the Fall of Rome in the 5th Century.
King Arthur associates very well with King Arcadius, as their names are closely related. Arca and Arthur both have the meaning of "Bear".
Guinevere is based on the contemporary royal heiress Aelia Galla Placidia daughter of the Roman Emperor Theodosius. The names of Placidia and Guinevere are closely synonymous.
Arcadius besieged Rome (under his Gothic alias of Alaric) and extracted Placida from her "fortress/tower" (ala Joshua had Rahab and Alexander had Roxane).
However, the Grail story provides an explanation for why Arcadius did not succeed, as expected, to propagate the royal line through Placidia. At the very least it explains why Arcadius did not propagate the royal line by default. Other royal males had to be given the opportunity to produce royal children. That was the royal culture.
Placidia had a scandalous affair with her half-brother Honorius. The royal family increasingly attempted to disguise such relationships, but in this case they failed to do so, or just failed to exercise discretion.
The name of Placidia's mother had been Galla. (Galerian and Gallus were the names of former Roman Emperors.) The Grail character name of Galahad must have derived from this royal Roman historical name. If Gallus was not a name applied to Honorius, then there was also a prince named Constantius Gallus during this time period.
The name Lancelot links to the other major contemporary "knight" of the Era, namely Stilicho. Stilicho can be parsed as "(Man) of Steel" or "Little (Man) of Steel". Stilicho is also similar in form to the modern day fashion weapon, the Stiletto ("Little Steel").
Does it need to be more complicated than this???
"We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show."
“[Puppets] are unreal. When they are in motion, we know they are moved by an outside force. When they speak, their voices come from elsewhere. Their orders come from somewhere behind and beyond them. And were they ever to become aware of that fact, they would collapse at the horror of it all, as would we.”
-Thomas Ligotti, from The Conspiracy Against the Human Race
We were talking the other night about predestination. That is to say, fate or destiny. Predestination is the idea that our lives are planned out for us and we only think we're calling the shots. But unbeknownst to us all we're doing little more than treading the colorful threads of a grand tapestry whose design and ultimate purpose we can only guess at. Or more likely, we’re unaware a tapestry exists at all.
I think most people when they consider predestination imagine a deity, a religiously envisioned creator like the Judeo-Christian god as its architect. But that needn't be the case for predestination to be feasible. We think of god as the originator of destiny because if fate does exist then there must be an outside force directing it toward an end point with an intended purpose in mind. Designs, simple or complex, must have a designer, after all.
Enter the great and powerful deity.
But I think of it this way: imagine a video game, one of your son's games, for example. It's populated by all manner of characters traipsing through various digital landscapes. This game took teams of designers years to draw and paint and code and program and tinker-with. And that doesn't begin to address the storylines unfolding within the game—someone had to write those, too. A sprawling crew was involved in the production of, say, Halo 4. And that is but a single game in a prolific industry. Now imagine those characters are not so dissimilar from you and I. Imagine them endowed with consciousness, self-awareness, that they are plagued with an incurable sense of curiosity--just like us. And like us, they begin asking questions about their environment, and the meaning of their lives, questions about why they are so different from the creatures around them, and how they—the characters at issue—came to exist at all. Some would undoubtedly conclude there must be an unseen god behind it all who fashioned them from unformed clay and breathed into their fragile bodies the magic of life. And maybe the skeptics in their ranks scoff, and laugh at them for fools, and say: "You're so stupid. We evolved from primordial goo that bubbled beneath the earth for eons untold, till one day we stood erect, and walked, and fornicated, and demanded ten dollar cappuccinos from fashionable cafes." But all the while these digital puppets, completely oblivious to reality, are being manipulated by your son, sitting OUTSIDE their contrived environments, controller in hand, making these characters bob and weave and parry and thrust.
And here's the point of this talk: We know your son is not a god. He knows it, too. But the characters in the game?--they know nothing of the kind. And if they could construct a magic window into his world they would undoubtedly see him as a superior being. And they would be right. But they might also make other assumptions about him. They might conclude, for instance, that he must be a god. But we know he's just a kid playing a game. We also know the game they inhabit was brought about by professionals who design many such games, and that they do so only for the profit they bring. The game's designers care not for their digital creations. Not in any personal sense as, say, a mother would love her child. Their creators may value the game for the artistic challenge its fulfillment offers, for the intellectual satisfaction of fabricating something so technically demanding. But love? What's that got to do with it?
So, I'm using video games to illustrate how predestination could be feasible without a deity. By an outside force the gaming characters in this scenario are being directed toward a predetermined goal. Their lives are not their own. And, of course, we know that the characters populating the game?--they are not real. Or at least not real in the sense they think they are. Binary code is real in that it’s a thing that exists. Programming codes are real, too. It’s simply digital information strung together into a coherent and usable form. But digital information is not alive. Not like you and your son are alive (?) And the complex information employed in creating these worlds and characters is fashioned by intelligent designers—beings like us. And we are not gods.
I’ve long been interested in perplexing mysteries: the pyramids of Egypt, UFOs, Atlantis. If it was mysterious I was all over it. And if no one knew the answer—as they inevitably did not—then the mystery intrigued me all the more. Because that meant my answers were likely to be as right as anyone else’s. The best mysteries are democratic like that. So, naturally, tales of King Arthur, Merlin, and the Knights of the Round Table was precisely my kind of thing. My real attraction to Arthurian legend, though, was not so much Arthur or even the wondrous Camelot. Rather, it was the great enigma pursued by the king and his knights: the riddle of the Holy Grail.
Over the years I had done a lot of reading on the subject. As one might guess there are all kinds of theories and fantastic speculations about the Grail and its origins. In at least one of those traditions the Grail is not a cup at all but a stone, and this stone is associated with Lucifer. This particular tradition maintains that a sacred gem was dislodged from Lucifer’s crown upon his Fall from heaven. Lucifer, contrary to later Christian tradition, is associated with wisdom, the attainment of knowledge, and enlightenment. This is reflected in the Genesis story of the Garden of Eden. For this reason a number of secret societies, who down the ages also sought enlightenment, honored Lucifer as their patron. In Latin the name Lucifer translates as Bearer or Bringer of Light.
But I stray from my point.
It was about five years ago that I happened across a Grail story I had not encountered before. It was about sir Galahad. In this tale Galahad finds himself on a remote island. The island was called Sarras. On that island was a city which was also called Sarras. It was here in the city of Sarras that Galahad, after years of questing, had at long last laid hold of the object for which he had searched. He takes up the cup, gazes into it, and is instantly spirited up to heaven. He dies on Sarras having successfully completed his arduous quest. But it’s funny how quirky little things can sometimes lead us to great answers. In this case it was a grammatical quirk in the story. I noticed the word “Sarras” was a palindrome, and although I found that interesting it was a few days yet before an idea would occur to me. I wrote down the word on a piece of paper. I took a pair of scissors and cut the word in half right between the two Rs. I then took a hand mirror and placed one half of the word against the mirror. Because Sarras is a palindrome what the mirror revealed was the other half of the word, thus completing the word entire—SARRAS. This experiment led to an insight.
Upon reading the Galahad story the reader is left to ask a question. The question is: What did Galahad see when he peered into the Grail? The insight from the mirror revealed that what he had witnessed in the cup was his own reflection staring back at him. Galahad discovered in that moment that he is divine and immortal. Thus, he realized Christ's words in the Gospel of John: “Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye are gods?” This, of course, is a reference to a similar passage in Psalms.
Many of the Grail stories we’re familiar with today were significantly shaped—though not originally derived—starting around the 12th century and were heavily influenced by Gnostic traditions; traditions which held that all people bear within them the spark of divinity. But it is up to the people, these same traditions tell us, to realize this truth for themselves. The idea of the Holy Grail serves as a tool to lead those who quest after it to this realization. But what the quester also discovers is that a literal cup is unnecessary and never existed in history. The Grail is a spiritual concept to be grasped rather than an object to be obtained. It's the stories that are important, for it is through the stories that the mystery has been preserved and passed down to posterity.
I believe there is yet another pivotal concept underlying the Grail myths, an idea clamoring for its day in the sun. It was for the heretical nature of this idea that the Albigensians, the Gnostic-steeped Cathars of southern France, were in the early 13th century put to the sword by the prevailing religious authorities. Its time is not yet arrived. But if the suggestive smoke signals on the Mythicist horizon is any indication of things to come, its day under a glorious sun is fast approaching.