Friday, June 22, 2007

Manifestation Of The Ass

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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

Greetings and Gnosis from our Lord the Donkey!

I have a long story to share with you
So welcome and be at ease
Sit your ass right down
Relax into this long-eared tale
A yarn that spins out from a very long time ago
Let yourself drift back
Back into the ancient past
Into the land of Egypt
The home of the Mysteries
The birthplace of the gods

A ka dua
tuf ur biu
bi a'a chefu
dudu nur af an nuteru

Plutarch gives us his assurance
That the god Set or Seth, the muderer of Osiris
Was known to take the form of an ass
Set was a god of wildernesses and remote places
A strong god who ruled over deserts and wastes
Where the senses and determination of a donkey
could be crucial for survival

Donkeys were valued for their endurance
And for their careful, steady gait
An ass was a choice mount for an ornamented noble
Or for a pregnant woman or one with a babe in arms
Because the animal was so prudent and deliberate
That it would hardly ever make a misstep
Or take a spill

The priapic qualities of the donkey
Were also important to the worship of Set
The patent virility of the jack
All male asses are called jack
A familiar form of "John"
The patent virility of the jack
Was an emblem of powers that inspire
And powers that sustain against adversity

The cult of Set flourished
In early dynastic times
Well through the twelfth dynasty of old Egypt
But things changed in later centuries
Set became associated with the Hyksos people
Conquerors from Syria
Who occupied Lower Egypt
The Hyksos identified Set
With their god Baal
Since both were lordly, beastly, priapic gods
And Set was also a god of remote places
Distant lands, like the home of the Hyksos

After the Egyptians overthrew their Hysksos rulers
They reviled and demonized Set
Because of that association
The prudence and virility of the donkey
Was re-interpreted as stupidity and sensuality
From being a god of the wilderness
And of the hidden power of nature
Set was reduced to a figure
Of physical and moral evil
Set was made into a satan
A foe of Egypt and her gods
The true votaries of Set
Were forced to propagate his worship in secret
Excluded from the communion of official cults
The ass went underground
But he did not die

Like that of the later Roman Empire
The old Egyptian religion was very diverse
It included many and varying gods
There are few instances of the sort of rejection
That was visited upon Set
Demoted from god to devil
But one god was even more loathsome
A god who needed not only to be transformed
But to be eradicated entirely
There was a god who tried to devour all of the other gods
A god of light
A god whose truth was final and exclusive
Who would permit no other gods to be held before him
Who designed to leave no other gods after him
Who was apparent everywhere and in everything
But intelligible only to the heart of the king
The king was Amenophis IV
And the god was Aten

In the name of Aten
And by his authority
The king abolished all of the traditional cults
He banned the feasts and festivals
The sacred processions were stopped
The images of the gods were destroyed
From the sea in the north
To Nubia in the south
The names of the gods were effaced
Especially the name of lordly Amun
The king moved the capital to a new city
The king took the new name Akhenaten
A name meaning "Good for Aten"
The new god and his king
Damned the gods of Egypt
And scorned their memory

For one short generation
Egypt suffered under the rays of Aten
An incomprehensible god
A god of pure light and pure being
A god who offered no consolation to the people
But who occupied the king's convictions
In less than twenty years
There was a counter-revolution
Aten was the one whose memory was obliterated
Amun retook his heavenly throne
The gods returned to their stations
Vowing new fealty to Amun
So that no such tragedy should ever recur
But those who had embraced the doctrines of Akhenaten
Could still nurture their consciences in secret
The light went underground
But it did not die

The Atenist episode
Laid bare the spiritual tensions
That had been growing in Egyptian religion
Some Atenist features entered into the cult of Amun
And an overall order was restored
But the rapid changes left a sense of uncertainty
The repressed cult of Set gained new energy
Other dissenters and rebels throughout the kingdom
Began to use religion as a vehicle for their complaints

From this unstable scene
Emerges a legendary figure
A saint of the Gnostic Catholic Church
We know him as Moses
From the Hebrew histories of Moishe
And Mose is a good Egyptian name
Or at least part of one
We find it even in the names of kings
Like Tahutmose, meaning "Child of Tahuti"
Of whom is Moses the child?
Our hero is a savvy Egyptian prince
His family has worshipped Set for long centuries
In the margins of Egyptian nobility
And now their time has come
He connives with the authorities
To be given recognition and full authority
Over the religious dissidents
And an assortment of outcastes
To lead them into a "land of milk and honey"
Where Egypt will be rid of them
And Sutmose will rule them as king

So these people governed by Sutmose
Were the original Hebrews
Worshippers of the great donkey god
Whose true name Set was ritually supressed
From the long habits of repression in Egypt
Instead, this god of the ancestors of Moses
Became known by the old Egyptian word for donkey
An onomatopoeic braying
IA-hOh!
Even that new name IAhOh was never spoken
Where the persecuting profane might hear it
And eventually it became a soundless word
An entity confined to the literate page
Spelled in Hebrew: "Yod Heh Vav Heh"

The most common spoken title for the Hebrew god
Came not from the Set cult
But from others among those emigrants
Led into the wilderness by Sutmose
Kindred spirits in the worship of the forbidden
The sublime ass was called Aten-Ai
"Praise Aten"

Ateh Gibor le-Olahm Adonai!
Thou art mighty unto the ages
O jack of the heavens
Light that shines in darkness!

And Plutarch further instructs us

That Typho escaped out of the battle upon an Ass
After a flight of seven days
And that, after he had got into a place of security
He begat two sons, Heirosolymus and Judaeus.

And Plutarch himself insists that this story
Is only a fabulous version
Of the actual Exodus of the Hebrews
Properly associated with Set and the ass

Now the heirs of Sutmose and his crew
Were a fierce and treacherous people
They fought for land
And they conquered tribes and cities
As they settled in to rule
They found that they had sympathy
For the gods of Canaan
And the other peoples they had defeated
Whether or not they knew that their own god
Their sacred ass
Was a close cousin of Baal
Whether or not they consciously missed
The pleasures of the Egyptian feasts and festivals
They settled in to an increasingly diverse
And fecund set of observances
The divine donkey might be eclipsed by the moon goddess
Or enjoy himself with the holy cow of heaven
Baal too, and other gods and goddesses
Found places in the popular religion
And sometimes in the cults of the rulers

The Hebrew scriptures are full
Of accounts of these trends
And the prophets that denounced them
And the punitive jealousies of IAhOh or Aten-Ai
Those scriptures were written later
By Judaeans in exile
Hebrew aristocrats held captive in Babylon
At the mercy of the Persian Empire
These exiles learned from their captors
About the importance of unified religion
For political and military ambition
They wrote their scriptures to preserve history
But also to present it in a particular way
One that would unite the Hebrew people
One that would create a IAhOh
As intolerant as Aten

They succeeded in their design
And from Zerubabbel to Herod
IAhOh did not lack a sanctuary
But that Atenist approach
Excluding all other objects of worship
And confining the gnosis
The true knowledge of the ass
Among a priestly elite
That Atenist approach
Created stress on the people
And within the Judaean leadership
There were those who longed for the earlier days
When public religion
Meant riotous festivals
Instead of pharisees on streetcorners

So it was that the Hebrew Iohannon
Became Jack the Baptist
Giving the people a part
In the spiritual life of the society
And his successor and cousin Iesous
Who had spent his childhood in Egypt
He rode into Jerusalem on an ass
In a procession of triumph
Like the old Egyptian festivals

The Christian Tertullian records with horror
An anecdote from ancient Carthage
Where an apostate Jew one day appeared
Carrying a figure robed in a toga
With the ears and hoofs of an ass
And bearing a placard that read,
DEUS CHRISTIANORUM ONOCOETES
Which is to say, "the Christian God begotten of an ass"
Tertullian further admits that
"the crowd believed this infamous Jew"

On an old Gnostic gem
We can see the image of an ass-headed person
Instructing two pupils
And robed in the pallium
A distinctive garment of Christian leaders

Even in the pagan Mysteries
Of Greece and Rome
We find the proximity of the donkey
To the essence and vitality of religion
The Metamorphoses of Apuleius
Is a text better known as The Golden Ass
Because its protagonist Lucius
Attains to the mysteries of the Goddess
After being magically transformed into a donkey

With the hermetic stirrings of the Renaissance
The ass appears yet again
Although the vulgar take the donkey
As a symbol of ignorance and stupidity
Occultists and magicians know better
Cornelius Agrippa, in his "Vanity of the Arts and Sciences"
Praises the ass as a paradigm of virtue
Giordano Bruno, whose heliocentrism
Was wedded to his hermetic magick
Made the donkey a symbol
Of the highest mystical state
In his personal cabala
Declaring it to be the Triumphant Beast

Finally, Saint Friedrich Nietzsche
In his magnum opus Thus Spake Zarathustra
Makes the ass the focus of a festival
Created by the higher men
A festival that apes the Christian eucharist
And one that provides an affirmation
Of the strength and beauty and potential
In nature and humanity

If an ass inspires us to create,
"Let us create without fear
For we can create nothing that is not GOD!"

In the name of IAhOh!

Hagios, Hagios, Hagios! IAhOh!

Love is the law, love under will.

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Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Celtic Myths Influence In Britain And Ireland

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Book: Celtic Myths Influence In Britain And Ireland by Sean Seymour

With recent discussions Concerning the validity of classical writings documenting early Celtic society, the Relationship between Celtic Myths and the legends and folklore of societies that followed have come into question. This paper will discuss how Celtic myth relates to the history of the societies in the region of Britain and Ireland and the lasting influence of the Celtic myths on the region.

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Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Invocation Of The Crone

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Behold the Crone...
Dancer of Time
Completion of the Sacred Cycle

She Who is Wisdom
Beloved, respected and feared
Honored as Grandmother, Ancestress and Hag

In the end ~ there is beginning,
Death brings Birth, Life renews through Her

Behold the Crone, Dancer of Time
Mother of worlds, Maiden of re-birth,
Child of the next generation

Dancing through Time
She Who cuts the cords…Of life and death,
Grandmother of all

The Crone comes……..
Silently, powerfully, relentlessly
Crossing space and time,
Holding the threads of life and death,
Mistress of endings and beginnings

Speaking through elders
I am the Crone….
The Grandmothers….The Wisdom of Age….

I am Hecate, I am Kali, I am the Eternal One

I cross space and time,
Holding the threads of life and death,
Mistress of endings and beginnings

I am completion of the Cycle
Maiden….. Mother….. Crone.....
I have come as the Goddess,
And in me... all life renews
All things are possible

The Crone comes dancing
Silently, powerfully, relentlessly,
To all

by Abby Willowroot

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Thursday, June 7, 2007

Eddic Mythology

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Book: Eddic Mythology by John Arnott Macculloch

When this Series was first projected, Professor Axel Olrik, Ph.D., of the University of Copenhagen, was asked to write the volume on Eddic Mythology, and no one more competent than he could have been chosen. He agreed to undertake the work, but his lamented death occurred before he had done more than sketch a plan and write a small part of it.Ultimately it was decided that I should write the volume, and the result is now before the reader.

Throughout the book, the names of gods, heroes, and places are generally given without accents, which are meaningless to most readers, and the spelling of such names is mainly That Which accords most nearly with the Old Norse Pronunciation. “Odin,” however, is preferred to the less usual “Othin,” and so with a few other familiar names, the spelling of which is now stereotyped in English. Several of the illustrations are from material which had been collected by Professor Olrik, with which the publisher supplied me. The coloured illustrations and those in pen and ink drawing are by my daughter. I have to thank the authorities of the British Museum for permission to use their photographs of the Franks’ Casket and of Anglo-Saxon draughtsmen; the Director of the Universitetets Oldsaksamling, Oslo, for photographs of the Oseberg Ship; Mr. W. G. Collingwood, F.S.A., for permission to reproduce his sketches of Borg and Helga-fell; and Professor G. Baldwin Brown, L.L.D., of the Chair of Fine Art, University of Edinburgh, for photographs of the Dearham, Bewcastle, and
Ruthwell Crosses. - J. A. MACCULLOCH

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Monday, May 7, 2007

The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell

The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell Cover "In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence
The cut worm forgives the plow
Dip him in the river who loves water.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.
All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.
Bring out number, weight, & measure in a year of dearth.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
A dead body revenges not injuries.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Folly is the cloke of knavery.
Shame is Pride’s cloke.

Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion.
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The nakedness of a woman is the work of God.
Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man.
The fox condemns the trap, not himself.
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleeces of the sheep.
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
The selfish smiling fool & the sullen frowning fool shall be both thought wise, that they may be a rod.
What is now proved was once only imagin’d.
The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbit watch the roots; the lion, the tyger, the horse, the elephant, watch the fruits.
The cistern contains; the fountain overflows.
One thought fills immensity.
Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.
Every thing possible to be believ’d is an image of truth.
The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow."

- The Marriage of Heaven and Hell - William Blake

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The Garden Of Love

The Garden Of Love Cover "I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And “Thou shalt not” writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore;

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briers my joys and desires."

by William Blake

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Saturday, May 5, 2007

The Wanderer

The Wanderer Cover The solitary looks for the favor of fortune,
For serene waters and a welcoming haven.
But his lot is to plough the wintry seas.
An exile's fate is decreed for him.

Each dawn stirs old sorrows.
The slaughter of lord, kin, village, and keep.
Best to swallow grief, to blot out memories.
Best to seal up the heart's wretchedness.

There is none with whom to speak,
No one alive who will understand.
Best to hide sorrow in one's chest.
The storms of fate suffice to busy me.

Years ago, I buried my master in the ground.
Grieving, I crossed winter seas seeking another:
A generous lord to share hall and treasure,
And I a friendless man seeking order anew.

But frostbite and hunger are my lot now.
My sleep is haunted by dreams of the past:
I kneel acknowledging my master's gift.
Gladly I accept a boon of gold in service.

Then the seabirds' shriek startles me.
I shiver in the dark dawn's frost and hail.
My heart recalls the image of my dream.
The pangs of sorrow and exile reawaken.

The present is overthrown by the past.
Rue rash youth's squandering of fortune.
All things dissipate like sea mist.
There is nothing to cling to but memories.

Is not the wise man's virtue patience?
Oaths and intemperance are follies.
The wise man guards his heart with caution.
The cheerful hall will be desolate in old age.

Everywhere the wind blows through empty ruins.
A few walls are left, covered with frost.
Unburied dead, once proud kin, lie wretched.
They are the sad prey of crows and wolves.

The lands were made desolate in a stroke.
Now the halls and remnants are silent.
Stonework empty, wealth dissipated:
Everywhere the same thing meets the eye.

Horse, rider, ring-giver, chalice,
High seats, hall-sounds -- where are they?
So asks my dark mind, full of grief.
Gone, as if never having been.

Storms blast the rocky cliffs.
Blizzards lash earth and sea.
Winter comes, darkness falls.
The world lies silent and empty.

No men or women to be found.
All in this life is suffering.
No good fortune to be expected.
No abode but a house of sorrow.

The wise man cloaks his heart:
Steadfastness and temperance.
He does well to dissemble his feelings.
Let his faith rest in that alone.

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Friday, May 4, 2007

Circle Chant

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Circling circling circling round
The sea is the sky is the sun is the ground
And the circle within and the circle unseen
Where the unknown is known and the future has been

~unknown


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More And More By Margaret Atwood

More And More By Margaret Atwood Cover More and more frequently the edges
of me dissolve and I become
a wish to assimilate the world, including
you, if possible through the skin
like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen
and live by a harmless green burning.

I would not consume
you or ever
finish, you would still be there
surrounding me, complete
as the air.

Unfortunately I don't have leaves.
Instead I have eyes
and teeth and other non-green
things which rule out osmosis.

So be careful, I mean it,
I give you fair warning:

This kind of hunger draws
everything into its own
space; nor can we
talk it all over, have a calm
rational discussion.

There is no reason for this, only
a starved dog's logic about bones.

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The Bridge By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Bridge By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Cover I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose o'er the city,
Behind the dark church-tower.
I saw her bright reflection
In the waters under me,
Like a golden goblet falling
And sinking into the sea.
And far in the hazy distance
Of that lovely night in June,
The blaze of the flaming furnace
Gleamed redder than the moon.
Among the long, black rafters
The wavering shadows lay,
And the current that came from the ocean
Seemed to lift and bear them away;
As, sweeping and eddying through them,
Rose the belated tide,
And, streaming into the moonlight,
The seaweed floated wide.
And like those waters rushing
Among the wooden piers,
A flood of thoughts came o'er me
That filled my eyes with tears.
How often, oh, how often,
In the days that had gone by,
I had stood on that bridge at midnight
And gazed on that wave and sky!
How often, oh, how often,
I had wished that the ebbing tide
Would bear me away on its bosom
O'er the ocean wild and wide!
For my heart was hot and restless,
And my life was full of care,
And the burden laid upon me
Seemed greater than I could bear.
But now it has fallen from me,
It is buried in the sea;
And only the sorrow of others
Throws its shadow over me.
Yet whenever I cross the river
On its bridge with wooden piers,
Like the odor of brine from the ocean
Comes the thought of other years.
And I think how many thousands
Of care-encumbered men,
Each bearing his burden of sorrow,
Have crossed the bridge since then.
I see the long procession
Still passing to and fro,
The young heart hot and restless,
And the old subdued and slow!
And forever and forever,
As long as the river flows,
As long as the heart has passions,
As long as life has woes;
The moon and its broken reflection
And its shadows shall appear,
As the symbol of love in heaven,
And its wavering image here.

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Wednesday, May 2, 2007

The Old Chimaeras Old Receipts By Robert Louis Stevenson

The Old Chimaeras Old Receipts By Robert Louis Stevenson Cover The old Chimaeras, old receipts
For making "happy land,"
The old political beliefs
Swam close before my hand.

The grand old communistic myths
In a middle state of grace,
Quite dead, but not yet gone to Hell,
And walking for a space,

Quite dead, and looking it, and yet
All eagerness to show
The Social-Contract forgeries
By Chatterton - Rousseau -

A hundred such as these I tried,
And hundreds after that,
I fitted Social Theories
As one would fit a hat!

Full many a marsh-fire lured me on,
I reached at many a star,
I reached and grasped them and behold -
The stump of a cigar!

All through the sultry sweltering day
The sweat ran down my brow,
The still plains heard my distant strokes
That have been silenced now.

This way and that, now up, now down,
I hailed full many a blow.
Alas! beneath my weary arm
The thicket seemed to grow.

I take the lesson, wipe my brow
And throw my axe aside,
And, sorely wearied, I go home
In the tranquil eventide.

And soon the rising moon, that lights
The eve of my defeat,
Shall see me sitting as of yore
By my old master's feet.

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