* … “Shouldn’t ‘bigger’ be ‘greater’?” * * “Only, if something can be smaller than something else, yet, still greater.” * * “It’s difficult to think of anything.” “I can
Tag: consciousness
A Journey at SolsticeA Journey at Solstice
I wrote this a few years ago after a journey through the English countryside one Solstice. As the vernal equinox marks the turning of the year once again, I thought
Foregone Conclusion…Foregone Conclusion…
* There are approximately one hundred billion stars in our galaxy. There are approximately one hundred billion galaxies in our universe. How many stars? Too many to count… Yet every
A Simple Soul?…A Simple Soul?…
* Bright. Free. Easy… * Or superficial? Blissful in ignorance rather than poised, tight-rope like, upon the very lip of uncertainty… * We have no words for it, this ‘traffic
Babel-fish wantedBabel-fish wanted
I had to post the picture of the dragon… you’d all run away if you thought I was going to write about fish again… and I’m not. Not exactly. Well,
Nice weather for ducksNice weather for ducks
It has been raining yet again. So much for getting anything done outside today. Walking the dog will be enough. The camera is getting used to it by now. Though
Weland Mind-Weld…Weland Mind-Weld…
14th September 2021… * ‘On such a day as this two fools who laughed at death embarked upon the adventure of a lifetime…’ * …Today, the adventure is all but
On ducks and weather…On ducks and weather…
There is a saying here in England, ‘nice weather for ducks’. It is generally used only when it rains, of course. We have it wrong. Summer is nice weather for
Wayland: The White Horse…Wayland: The White Horse…
* But according to some, Wayland has far more onerous responsibilities than shoeing the horses of passing way farers… * A group of local lads were enjoying a drink one
‘Big Secrets’…‘Big Secrets’…
Key 6 from the Tarot * The modern fifty-two-card deck of playing cards retains only one of the Atu, or Keys, or Major Arcana, of the original game of
The Star of St George…The Star of St George…
* The red cross on the white shield of St. George is made up of red scales like the scales of the red dragon that wakes at the foot of
The Great Mystery…The Great Mystery…
* Approach to the mystery is silent, solitary and free from all self-seeking. * It is silent because in comparison with the mystery all speech is feeble and imperfect. *
Bah’t ‘atBah’t ‘at
Well, two of us were up there on Ilkley Moor bah’t ‘at… the third stubbornly clung to the trademark headgear that makes him look like something feral. To be fair,
Extreme, Absolute and SacredExtreme, Absolute and Sacred
There were three conversations yesterday about essentially the same subject. Three viewpoints, three different perspectives. And a blog post
The opening of the Eye – a magical birthThe opening of the Eye – a magical birth
There are some things for which words are never enough. Things it is almost impossible to share. There are some things which should not be shared, perhaps, but the birth
The opening of the Eye – a mother’s tearsThe opening of the Eye – a mother’s tears
I was up to meet the dawn on Saturday, finding the world covered in a heavy frost and very beautiful. The morning began with a guided meditation. The companions gathered
Damaged vesselsDamaged vessels
There are good days and bad ones, and some that are just plain odd. Waking this morning in a cosy bed, emerging from dreams of light and beauty, I lay
Without wordsWithout words
Good morning. It is sunny today, with the sky a clear cerulean blue. My grandmother always said it was going to be a fine day if there was enough blue
Birds of a FeatherBirds of a Feather
That the birds were there first means little to Ani. It is, as far as she is concerned, her garden and she decides who gets to play in it. Apart
Wilfully blind…Wilfully blind…
I may sit with my back to most of the house a lot, but I still have to do the housework. I can’t ignore it, even though I can’t necessarily
In the shadowsIn the shadows
I woke from little sleep to glorious sunshine and crawled blearily from my bed, which seemed the most comfortable place in the world at that moment, even though it might
Primitive Minds…Primitive Minds…
* “We will never know what they thought, what they were trying to achieve.” But we still have the sun set and the sun rise… Participate in only a few
A contract with wonderA contract with wonder
The glamorous sky seems an incongruous backdrop for mundane chimneypots and washing lines. Veiled by the pallid grey of low cloud or with a symphony of shades, the sun rises
Spirit of ‘What-Not’…Spirit of ‘What-Not’…
* We can, perhaps, now understand, a little of where this diagram is coming from. It may be that this figure is supposed to represent a tetrahedron, yet because of
Triads: The Trinity…Triads: The Trinity…
* … The One is All, yet the One is ‘three’? The trinity is actually, a unity? Three ‘persons’ in one? The paradoxes and enigmas are wont to pile up