Titan! to thee the strife was given.
Between the suffering and the will, which torture where they cannot kill; and the inexorable Heaven; and the deaf tyranny of fate, the ruling principle of hate.
Which for its pleasure doth create, the things it may annihilate,
Lord Byron.
The Out-breath of the Earth.
The four days of the Summer Solstice, June…..
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream The earth, and every common sight To me did seem Apparell’d in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; Turn wheresoe’er I may, By night or day, The things…..
“We would rather be ruined than changed. We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the moment and let our illusions die.” ― W.H. Auden
‘Each has its opposite’
Paracelsus the sixteenth century alchemist…..
Any movement of the assemblage point means a movement away from an excessive concern with the individual self. Shamans believe it is the position of the assemblage point which makes modern man a homicidal egoist, a being totally involved with his self-image. Having lost hope of ever returning to the source of everything, the average man seeks solace in his selfishness.
The Crown and The Cross… part two.
Ley lines and the planetary grid
Ivan J. Sanderson, a naturalist was interested in earth energies and in the nineteen sixties, mapped the disappearances of planes and ships across the globe. He found that the lost vessels consistently vanished in twelve…..
The Crown and the Cross
The Black Nobility
The Black Nobility are the crowned heads of the world, the blue bloods…the true bloods. They are reptilian hybrids who were given ‘the divine right to rule’ by the reptoid sons of God described in The Book of Enoch……
Hare Worship in the Ancient World
The Hare by Walter De La Mare
Eyes that glass fear, though fear on furtive foot – Track thee in slumber bound.
Ears that whist danger, though the wind sigh not – Nor…..
“I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered…..
That Art Thou
Man, tread softly on the earth
What looks like dust
Is also stuff of which galaxies are made
The green of earth’s great trees and simple grasses
Is the same music played in red
Throughout our trunks and limbs.
Evelyn Nolt: The Glory Which is Earth.
Paradise was a place of peace, we say, and all the animals were gentle servants to us. Well, the world would yet be a place of peace if we were all peacemakers, and gentle service should we have of its creatures if we gave them gentle mastery. But so long as we make sport of slaying a bird and beast, so long as we chose to contend rather with our fellows than with our faults, and make battlefields…..
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