COME TOGETHER: Chapter 23
MA & MR GOG
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FILI O’ SOL?
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REACH FOR THE SKY
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BLOOD & NEUROSES OF MYSTERIOUS UNION
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BAE-WOLF
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ERGO (T)
By
Kevin Barry Partridge
‘She’s like a Queen Bee with her pick of the drones’: Rear Widow.
‘Peace, love and a hard cock’: Tori Amos – Professional Window.
All the Poets studied rules of verse’: Lou Reed – Sweet Jane.
‘Oh, my illuminated one, down by Avalon. Oh, my common one’: Van Morrison – Summertime in England.
When I was young I cared a great deal about my appearance. People, perhaps, might have called me superficial. So one day I made a Wish: to obtain some depth, some substance, perhaps even a little Wisdom. I know now, that these gifts only come with suffering, hardship and the overcoming of adversities. There have been many difficulties, but I do not regret my Wish. No-one can remain unchanged by onerous experiences, but these are not the hardest tests a person has to face, that – as we shall all discover – comes much later.
PART 1: NEITHER FISH, NOR FOWL, NOR GOOD RED HERRING.
The History of Mankind is a Story of Outcasts – according to Three, or perhaps even all of the Worlds Four Major religions: [0] Adam and Eve were cast out of the Garden of Eden for eating the forbidden fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, and Our ‘Odyssey’ as descendent’s of those Original Sinners (Whatever their True Names may have been) [1] is a journey of redemption, back to Our former Paradise. But the road has been made hard, and there are many Gates, the final one guarded by the Angel with a Flaming Sword – and ultimately – Everyone travels alone! There are no group bookings! Because nobody’s going to thank you if you turn up in Paradise with a bunch of arseholes, except the arseholes – and why would anyone want to be thanked by them. But there are comforts to enjoy along the Way, and the vague Hope that an ‘Immortal Beloved’ will somehow have managed to make their own way there, and be waiting.
In some ways the history of Great Britain is also an account of outcasts, and of the energizing/revitalizing force these schismatic outsiders can exert: many have been homegrown, prophets without honour in their own land, who were suppressed or exiled, driven to madness or suicide. Exuberant, rhapsodic individuals Seeking only to impress, before the Egress. Like the Romantic Poets…Britain’s least Glacial Erratics, torn from the land and placed on high by the Forces of Nature, elevated whilst trying to save Humanity from the dehumanizing onslaught of the industrial revolutions impending age of machines and from the tyrannical tick tock of the clock. They were Scholastic, Iconoclastic – Masters in the expressions of Transgressions – Silver Tongued and shunned! The ecstatic Percy Bysshe Shelley – (S)he of the unburnt Heart, eternal returning his forebear of ‘El Corazón Invulnerablé’ and Proto-Outsider; Dionysus ‘The God that comes’. [2] The tender Poet mirroring the Liberator’s euphoric love for Ariadne as beneath the flourishing vine he pleads to accede to the creeds of Eleutherios’s Mystery cult – clinging, lovelocked in the arms of Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin at Midnight in the graveyard of St Pancras Old Church, deflowering her on her Mothers tomb – feeding the dead with offerings of blood. Both lovers surely feeling that somehow they’d found their untamed ‘other’ in this, the widest and wildest of Worlds. Merging/emerging unified and epicene through some sanguine sowing of words, some NecRomantic entanglement – the Old ‘Evoe’ – before the long heave-ho. Thus sparks Zarathustra! Mary would sends sparks flying again, to horrifying effect, but only after She & Shelley and Claire Clairmont were forced to flee these shores – Vilified – the most desirable of undesirables . The Erotic Lord Byron: the Grand Panjandram of Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am – [3] [4] likewise had to slink, swishing through the shadows of swanky Piccadilly, and absconding – just ahead of the mob. The Mystic Samuel Taylor Coleridge (none Truia) blowing through the canyons of his mind, foot-furrowing – intaglio – the ‘Tragliatella’ Labyrinth into the ridges of his brain – rotationally routing his route by rote within that fine boned pleasure-dome – so bedraggled and opium addled that he and Wordsworth would be accused of being French spies and chased from their rural idyll by the pitchfork-handed locals. The Gnostic William Blake eager ever for England’s Angels of Peckham Rye but – mocked, knocked and eventually locked in mortal battle with the ‘Miller of Eternity’ – the Totemic turned to Polemics. The beatific/poetic John Keats – fir born little fox, unfeted and evacuated – fever-fled by his fickle fervid friends. The Quixotic John Clare, the poster boy of outcasts – Mad as a Marching Hare – on toes tips: Trips – Traipse – Traps.
The idiosyncratic Irishman Oscar Wilde; pro-scribed, alas – ex liber-alis – due to his hubris and man’s malice at the ‘malus Malus’ that sustained him. Resting now in Parisian soil – laid low by trial and retral – bedded down below the Sphinx he loathed so much.
Then there were Irish Nationalists like the Aristocratic Lady Gregory, Augusta, who would up the ante by advocating the withdrawal of the whole of Ireland from the United Kingdom to become an Independent Sovereign State, partially succeeding with the Partition of Ireland in 1921 and the Republic of Ireland seceding from the UK in 1922.
She would be joined in the ‘Celtic Twilight’ by the Author of the fundamental tome, the Celtic/Cultic William Butler Yeats – another ‘Eleutherios’ of Irish Isles, smiling now I hope – who’s Harmonic Theories of ‘The Belle Carousel – La Passionnel’ – would vibrate Time, [5] undulating Feathered Ouroboros into Oscillating Cyclic Waves and infinity symbols – Seeing Leda’s Ravishment by the Swan and Marys Dove descended Conception of a Holy Son reverberate and blur down through the Ages of Aions trip, with ‘His Nibs’ and his ‘Twin’ – Leo Africanus Masked and See-sawing their way through time, preter-teeter-tottering for the love of the Rose ‘Alchemica’, rising and falling on the waves of her Love – flowing on the Fulcrum of her Affection – Seafarer’s on the Shuggy(one-upman)Ship, both ‘Seekers’ of Love and Truth and Art – the Tessalating Antithetical Enantiomorphs.
But the Aesthetes would not be shunned and shamed alone, the Rationalists and the Analysts would fare no better. The Scientific Alan Turing, recurring Adam – biting the apple – in a fittingly poetic reference (for a Logician?) [6] to his own taste for forbidden fruit. [7] The fruits of his labour having been plucked, placed in a gift basket and handed to the Americans.
Many researchers and experimenters, of course, ran into trouble for challenging the teachings of the Church, often risking banishment and excommunication. The Eclectic Polymath John Dee, having already overturned charges of ‘Calculating’ and ‘Treason’ would not have survived without Royal patronage. Although devoutly religious, the renowned Alchemist (and Scientist) Sir Isaac Newton (who was equally familiar with the fall of Man and the fall of Apples, although he would – presumably – have attributed each to different forces) was accused of Blasphemy for his description of the Universe as ‘The Sensorium of God’ AND of heresy for his rejection of Trinitarianism. Charles Darwin was accused of Apostacy, of course, for ‘The Origin Of Species’ – the church considering any theory ‘Evolution’ heretical.
But the Scientists fared far better than some of the earliest exponents of a methodical system of Arcane Knowledge, the several Thousand Holistic Women killed on these Islands during the Witch-Hunts which were carried out between the 15th and 18th Centuries. In the early years of the 20th Century, Women – half the population – would again be ostracised and men-aced, this time for requesting a basic Human Right with the Prognostic Suffragettes being branded ‘Terrorists’ – for demanding the Vote. [8]
In William Shakespeare’s old Parish in Southwark there is a patch of unconsecrated Earth called the ‘Cross Bones’ which was used as a burial ground for the ‘Winchester Geese’: prostitutes from the numerous local brothels of ‘The Liberty of the Clink’ and afterwards used as a paupers graveyard, for people too poor for the prophet of the Church. The Bard would have known these ‘Pariahs’, and there are times when I suspect that even he was probably not well liked in his time – people probably thought that he was a bit full of himself. I wonder if anyone who hadn’t felt the sting of contempt could have written Sonnet 29?
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
I could go on – I really could – but however many Homegrown Mavericks I can think to thank, Our Greatest debt of Gratitude will always be to those actual Outsiders who have traveled here from afar, the strangers to these Srange Lands Who have contributed so much to ‘The Culture’ and Who brought so much to the Communal Table. Even our Patron Saints, are Mainly Migrants – The Emblematic St George: the Patron Saint of England – that ingénue of derring-do – performed his baby peekaboo’s and ballyhoo’s in the shadows of those fine Fairy flue’s; the Hoodoo’s of Cappadocia. [9] St Andrew of Scotland astrally travelled further still, for he was born in Galilee and even St Patrick of Ireland wended Westwards from the Welsh though he was by then ‘more an antique Roman’. The United Kingdom ‘is’ fundamentally an Archipelago of Immigrants (of which much more later)…(and with the possible exception of the Cornish – They, I expect, are from Cornwall). There is However one more Native son, that I really must touch upon.
…So slowly now approaching – in a sequence of Quickening ‘Coppola’ intercuts: Black Panther, prowling through the undergrowth/Peter Cushing – crucifix raised, Masturbation/Humiliation, Cunnilingus/close mouthed Confession, Sucking-Fucking/a bellyaching priest, the wide eyed Eating of the Apple/a Communion Cup falling to the Floor and smashing as the Music swells and the Devils words are heard – ‘I WILL NOT SERVE!’ (delivered with an soft Irish lilt) – cums the King of the Outsiders, [10] a Man who – to paraphrase Groucho Marx: ‘wouldn’t join a club that would have ‘anyone else’ as a member’, the Truistic – James Aloysius Joyce. Rarely has a Man rejected so many or so much – friends, family, lovers – all just Grist to Grind and Torch. Every relationship reduced to ash by the fire of his Genius, with him then proffering the burnt offerings to the Communal Feast, all now just oblations and immolations. But tendered to Who’s Altar? Not Gods – though perhaps some other Abomination’s! All save one, She was fuel for a different fire, ‘Blistering Blue‘…Flames to turn the air Blue. Fucking Nora! But the Paternal let-downs, the drab debaucheries of Night-town, the betrayals he gleaned – and breakdowns, the way too many low-downs on the old Hometown, the trials of his inevitable renown – all – however intimate – intimated, the wreckage just part of the path of destruction left in Finnegans wake – Tattle-tales told/Imbattled-books sold and ‘Himself’ – Exiled – an Emigré now in Trieste, Zurich, Paris – where could even deserve him? As his Mother lay dying She begged him to take the Holy communion, but James Joyce knew – the Churches Communion is intended only for those in a state of Grace and he knew that much like himself and the Original Eponymous Hero of his most famous book, that boat had sailed….or did he maybe know that he had already taken a different Communion, with a rival Sacrament?
(I must clarify a point here, made hastily before: Adam and Eve were not in fact cast out of the Garden of Eden because they had eaten from the ‘Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil’ they were cast out to prevent them from Eating the Fruit of the ‘Tree of Life’ – because, with their newly acquired knowledge of Good and Evil, eating of that ‘Fruit’ would have made them Immortal – and they would have been as Gods).
Part 2: THE SACRAMENT
Now, of course, the Holy sacrament is a simple standardized wafer of unleavened bread – the purported preternatural Transubstantiation of Christs living flesh into a parsimonious padulum crystallizing either at the pronunciation of the ‘Epiclesis’ or the ‘Words of Institution’ depending on the Geographical location of the eager recipients Church, an example of the great Christian divide of East and West. Such, we are supposed to believe, is the Power – bestowed from on High – of an increasingly atheistic priesthood and the efficacy of the ‘Divinely’ infused language that they employ – still forceful, despite their shocking lack of belief. Every salesman knows you don’t have to believe in the product to make a sale – you just need to know a little about human nature, utter suitably imbued words, look confident as you say them and enunciate, well…a little flamboyantly. Priests are taught the hyperbolic tongue in Seminary school – of necessity – in a Globalized market how many would still choose such spartan fare when they could go the way of James Joyce, the delights of the pastry shop being widely available and so, so tantalizingly close: cream horns, jalebi, danish pastries, bear claws, ma’amoul, eccles cakes and éclairs, apple strudel, pain aux raisins and baklava etc – but then of course the wafer is so much more than just a wafer. Drug dealers all over the World pull a variation of this same trick: “This is strong stuff!” they say, staring into your eyes while you gratefully hand over your money – ‘well that’s like hypnotizing chickens’ I think somebody may once have sung. The priests I could argue – unlike ‘some’ of the drug dealers – are peddlers of a variation of ‘Stone soup’ with each beneficiary bestowing a wealth of theoretical/theological seasonings onto the churches frugal fat and floury tabula rasa. Perhaps I could make such an argument, but I would never doubt the combined dynamism of the placebo effect, the communal feast and really good embroidery, my faith stretches that far…and of course some wine always helps. The embroidery is important, if the early proponents of the English reformation could have gazed into the future they surely would have realized that stripping the church of the blessed Virgin, of ritual and Majesty, of all that gold leaf and golden thread – of the glorious theatricality of the Catholic faith in favour of halfhearted beratement in austere white churches by men of dubious moral fibre and deviant sexual preference would eventually become unappealing – even gluttons for punishment have their limits. Of course men with similar persuasions and of the right class would – soon after the reformation be able to join the newly established ‘Freemasons’ and indulge those lost pleasures at their leisure, they’d even get to wear some of that gorgeous fucking garb…and oh, and look at all those beautiful Whigs. [11] Obviously they would have to call the Virgin by her older name and they would, in truth, maintain a somewhat…duplicitous relationship to her: ‘Osiris?’ says they ‘Don’t know where he is, haven’t seen him in ages – but Set’s been with us all the time’ – [12] Oh lad’s, if the Widow only knew…but then again….
Doubtless the wafer was a necessary refinement on the earliest roots of Religion – those times when the Great Goddess still reigned supreme: The Universal Mother – represented on Earth in her earliest incarnations by a Matriarchal High Priestess of the Moon; ‘the serene Queen’ – AKA Selene – but then, with the tarnishing of time ‘the something in between Queen’ – and eventually just ‘was that another fucking scream, Queen?’ (well, I have heard that women in power sometimes over compensate, but any self respecting ‘apis regina’ should surely understand the relative charms of Honey and vinegar). The last of those Queen Bees sometimes called ‘The Morrigan,’ [13] [14] ruthlessly ruling her hive, presiding over those heady days when the flesh of the male deities/drones – her Seasonal consorts, the dueling twins; the King of the Oak and the King of the Holly, [15] (freeform regional riffs on the themes of Tammuz/Enkimdu and Set/Osiris; the Fool Kings of the corn or wheat) and in England’s once and future past, John Barleycorn (that other half man/half biscuit) – really was the flesh of the male deities/drones, annually/biannually ripped apart by the tribe like poor Actaeon by his own hounds: torn asunder by men and women [16] for getting the briefest glimpse of the unveiled, naked Goddess – [17] a ritual known to the ancient Greeks as the ‘sparagmos’, his eviscerated blood soaked body the holy sacrament of fertility – the devouring of his flesh, a union with the life of the fields and a vital spur to the health of the crops – a sanguine feasting wassail known as the ’omophagia’: so beautifully portrayed in Pier Paulo Pasolini’s ‘Medea’ – what a face She had for film and what a voice, that Enchantress: Maria Callas. Queen Bees everywhere still miss those crimson tinted afternoons: Singalongs, nibbles and a good hard cock – ‘Kill him while he fucks me’ echoing through the fever-dewed countryside like the churchbells of…St ‘Lily on the brow’ – serenading the congregations rhythmic tessellations: real gone girls. But they still pipe away the days in A flat somewhere and spray those pheromones around. They even managed to maintain the hive mind, in part at least among the weak willed – but the entrail strewn nests, liberally decorated with the jawbones of hapless lovestruck poets, the heads of the ex-Rex and the Pontifex and the cocks of quondam beau’s are, they lament, a thing of the past. Perhaps a Praying Mantis is a better analogy than a bee…..and on the radio Scott Walker sings: ‘’Cause I’m immune, to you dubious charms’. But of course the Catholic church openly acknowledges the connection between the victuals and the victims, the bread and the dead, the aliment and the innocent, their word for the Eucharist or communion bread: Hostia translates as ‘Sacrificial victim’.
But there was a time between times when the body of the God was a very potent morsel indeed – a revelatory catalytic chariot able to transport the initiate to a floriat and flowery deep blue Heaven or a Hell of indescribable torments. In those far off days the Divine Intercessors had to be good, these things were life and death, to the tribe at least – and the difference between madness and sanity for the initiate – and they were Good, though the story of their journeys into Greatness would be Millennia in the making.
PART 3: THE AMELIORATION OF THE SYNCRETIC HERETIC.
Great Britain – having been only variably inhabitable during the wild temperature fluctuations of the Glacial/Interglacial periods, [18] [19] of the last Ice Age, was – until the start of this our current interglacial: ‘the Holocene’ some 10,00-15,000 years ago periodically de/repopulated [20] by the ebb and flow of Mesolithic hunter gatherers who traveled here from mainland Europe following migrating herds over the no longer extant ‘Garden bridge’ of Doggerland. [21] These wandering opportunists mingled with the soft Southern idigenes for thousands of years until that connecting span became submerged at around 6,500 BC. The (now stranded) inhabitants of these shores maintained a hunter-gatherer, scavenger-forager way of life until they were, in time largely supplanted by Neolithic Pelasgian farmers who landed on the West coast of Ireland at around 4000 BC by ship, and who may well be the primary source of the Legends of ‘The Tuatha Dé Danann’. [22] [23] Originating in the Aegean (Greece and Anatolia) [24] [25] these early forerunners journeyed entirely by sea, following what would eventually become the main Phoenician coastal trading route then via the Iberian peninsula. The majority of their compatriots would take the slower Mediterranean route of dispersal eventually crossing the Sea from Northwestern Europe. [26] They brought with them their: Agrarianisms, Altruisms, Animal Magnetisms, Aphorisms, Arborealisms, Classicisms, Dynamisms, Egalitarianisms, Ergotisms, Euphemisms, Feminisms, Fetishisms, Gnosticisms, Hedonisms, Liberalisms, Lyricisms, Mysticisms, Organisms, Optimisms, Paganisms, Pastoralisms, Supernaturalisms, Symbolisms and the earliest and most profound roots of all the Worlds religions – veneration of the still nebulous, amourphus ‘Mother Goddess’, [27] [28] of the fertile crescent. [29] [30]
‘Mamma from Heaven’ and a Boon of hoped for continuity to the Women who had guided a Mesolithic society that had been Matriarchal for thousands of years, due largely to Womans sophistication in communication, her superior social skills and some astutely honed abilities in complex stratagem. [31] Perhaps though also , in part because of her near Mystical blood connection to the Moon and thereby to the Seasons and the life of the land. [32] Now, as the World began to turn from Superstition and Animism [33] to Religion, [34] and from the intuitive thirteen cycles of the Lunar Calender to the unassailable logic of the Babylonian Solar Calender’s twelve divisions, [35] [36] these Woman would most assuredly welcome the reassurance of some ‘Divine’ Feminine reinforcement (even if they were sure this new ‘She’ was largely a matter of vernacular semantics). Perhaps they even thought they would even be able to mold the New Gods in their own image and take charge of the coming Succession.
The progressive travelers from the East also brought with them advanced systems of astronomy and a long tradition of Megalithic architecture, [37] [38] their journey’s here can be traced in the Stone circles found throughout Europe and along the Atlantic coast, area’s they seeded with the beginnings of Civilization, [39] Myth, [40] and Religion. [41] The descendants of their/our people on these islands are responsible for Stonehenge, Avebury etc. Heartfelt thanks folks! In about 2,450 BC, these agrarian/pastoral land artists and the surviving idigenes were joined in this Great Melting Pot by an inflow of the Bell Beaker people from the Lower Rhine, [42] and later still; at around 700BC the Celts arrived on our shores via a process of Tran-Cultural Diffusion from Central Europe bringing with them an Old Brythonic/proto-Celtic language – which had been derived largely from the Phoenician Alphabet – and that was used all over the Atlantic fringe and much of Europe to trade copper, silver and tin and which would co-exist with the Pelasgians earlier ‘Orphic’ idioms based on an Alphabet of Trees which had survived here, having been largely supplanted in Europe with the coming of the Sun Gods. The eventual lingual mix would diverge into Cornish, Cumbric, Welsh, Breton, Pictish and the Goidelic Languages of Irish, Manx and Scottish Gaulish. [43] And so the Pelasgians influence waned, but the Artisans of the Earthworks stone legacy remained – immutable – [44] even as their other bestowals – less solid than rock: the Troy Games, their Arboreal Locutions – the crazy Mazy Crane Dances – all those tried and tested Aphorisms and the songs of their Funky Old Time Religion slowly wove with newer modes and drifted like Chinese whispers, down through the ages – a mystical, colloquial, swirling homophonic haze of Moonbeams and Mondegreens.
Our story now is established in the Great Age of ‘The Battle of the Trees’ – [45] as the ‘Sun God’ finally arrives fully formed on these already Bright and Shining Shores so Beloved of Our local Goddess. Still some 400 years before the birth of that later Icon otropic ‘Son of God’ – [46] ‘The Great Eggcorn’ from which the tree of Christianity will eventually be constructed from the remnants of the Sacred Groves of his Ancestors, [47] providing lovers of English wordplay, [48] such simple joys – on the fringes of the area that will subsequently become the Riverside City of London. [49] The Romans – those OCD builders who, like most builders take longer than you think and end up being more trouble than they’re worth – will not be bothering us for a few centuries and Britain is an Idyll – having become increasingly well connected, as the Bronze age progressed, with what is now called Europe, and beyond to the Mediterranean and from there to the wide World. The land bridge is long gone, but tin being constitutive of that alloy and rare, these ancient isles have have managed to maintain their intricate networks of trade with all the concomitant connections of culture, language and belief – the Blue Beads of Egypt adorn our finest ladies, and ideas from the Brahmin’s of India, the Mystics of the East and the schools of Pythagoras are debated by Our Greatest Philosophers. During this period Britannia is even afforded a certain renown – the craftsmen of Albion being considered amongst the greatest metal workers of this age with many of the Swords and Torques used in Europe being forged on these Shores. Our Metallurgists even produce some of the finest bronze Ritual, Ceremonial and Votive objects in the new and evolving La Tène style, [50] found in the Museums of the now distant Future.
Sadly, however those Museums will be utterly devoid of artifacts representing the source of Albion’s greatest cultural distinction of this period: The Great Schools of Druidism – the Teachings of which are widely conducted in Groves, Caves, Roundhouses and the remnants of the Pelasgians Stone Circles, but few artifacts and even fewer facts will survive into the looming Modern Era. Of the Classical accounts Julius Caesar will Provide the clearest report of the ‘People of the Oak’ and their Schools: ‘The Institution of Druids is thought to have Originated in Britain’ he will write, and ‘There they (the Druids) are said to learn thoroughly a great number of verses. On that account some continue at their education for 20 years’ though a period of Twelve years is a more accurate gauge of the period of training. Whilst the Druids are able to write in many Languages their Tradition is a purely Oral – teachings are transmitted verbally, learned by rote and preserved Solely in the memory of students. The abhorrence of the written word apparently stemming from a belief in the corruptibility of text, and the threat of the dispossession of Secrets and with them the Druids Power. As the students courses progress, the Scholars are gradually streamed into three main ranks of Specialized function, according to prelation: the Druids, Bards and Seers. Their duties could be defined thus:
Druids: Shamans, Sages, Shape-shifters, Natural Scientists, Knower’s of the Ways of the Oak , Magicians, Herbalists, Healers, Waylayers, Arcane Arbiters, Profane Arbitrators, Lawmakers, Wizards, Clarifiers and Befuddlers, Masters (Dilators) of Time, Wearers of the Robes, Bearers of the Periwinkle, Sacrificers of the White Bull, Moon-Cutters of the Mistletoe, Inscribers of the Picture on the wall, Spinners in the Virtuous Spiral Ascent, Receivers of the Trigonal Bounty of Zalmoxis, Brigid’s Horsemen of the winged Horse-sense, Hiders of the Easter Eggs, and always, always the intermediaries between Man/Woman and the Gods/Spirits/Ancestors…..and also, let’s be honest – probably politicians.
Seers: Masters of the Threefold Divinations; Teinm Laida, Dichetl Do Chenaib, Imbas Forosna, Heralds of the Unseen Cycles, Visionaries, Soothsayers, Augurs, Intuitores, Spacialists, the Profound of the Underground, Prophets of the upcoming Catacombs, the Perceivers of the Wheel, Conduits of the Arcane Perspicacity, Agents of Change, Interpreters of the Picture on the Wall, the Adept at Adaptation, Readers of the Ripples on the Lake, the Divers in the Dark, Prognosticators of pertinent Perceptions, The Searchers in the Sky, Evaluators as to the Assignations of the Indications, the Second-Guessers, Mavens of the Ravens Wing – Keepers of the Keys to the ineffable Gateway of Future memories.
Bards: Poets, Storytellers, Master Musicians, Troubadours, Intimates of Awen, Weavers of the Mythos, the Doyens of Folklore & Fable, Emissaries to Kings, Bureaucrats, Custodians of the communal Memory, Guardians of the Language, Composers of the Lamentations, Complicators of Cryptography, Brandishers of the Brichts and Shades, Observers/Preservers of Humanity, Molders of the Tribal Identity, Broadeners of the Parochial Aspirations, Fabulists concerning the Picture on the Wall, Singers of the Sacred Sounds of the 7 Mystagogues, [51] Knights of the Dactyl, Warriors of the Waters of Hippocrene, Masticator’s of the Laurel, The Sonorous of Voice, Intoners of the 7 vowels, Conveyors of the Supernatural Cadence, Wielders of the Weirding Wail, Teachers of the Madman’s flight, Chroniclers of the Tremendous Deeds, Bearers of the Silver Bough of Our Lady of the Underworld, Oath Keepers.
In his: ‘On the Manners and Customs of the Ancient Irish,1873’ – Author Eugene O’Curry provides a
An example of a Curriculum of Bardic Training;
Year 1: 50 Ogams or alphabets. Elementary Grammar. Twenty Tales.
Year 2: 50 Ogams. Six easy lessons in Philosophy. Certain Specified Poems. Thirty Tales.
Year 3: 50 Ogams. Six minor lessons of Philosophy. Certain Specified Poems. Grammar. Forty Poems.
Year 4:The Bretha Nemed or Law of Privileges. Twenty Poems of the Species called Eman (Births). Fifty Tales.
Year 5: Grammar. Sixty Tales.
Year 6: The Secret Language of the Poets. Forty Poems of the Species called Nuath (Twins). Seventy or Eighty Tales.
Year 7: Brosnacha (Miscellanies). The Laws of Bardism.
Year 8: Prosody. Glosses (the meaning of obscure words) Teinm Laeghda. (Illumination of Song). Imbras Forosnai (Light of Foresight). Dicheltel do Chennibh (Extempore Incantation). Dindsenchas (Land Lore).
Year 9: A Specified number of compositions of the kind called Sennet(?), Luasca (Three oscillating springs over the Druids head?), Nena (?), Eochraid (keys), Sruith (Streams) and Duili Feda (Wisdom Tales). To master 175 tales in this and the next two years.
Year 10: A further number of the compositions listed above (part of the 175 tales).
Year 11: 100 of the compositions known as Anamuin.
Year 12: 120 Cetals (Orations). The Four Arts of Poetry. During this and the two years previous to master 175 tales, along with the 175 of the tales learned by the Annruth – 350 tales in all. [52]
The curriculum for Druids and Seers is just as rigorous, indeed the first few years are frequently identical, with courses diverging after an initial Panoptic Period. In every office, one capacity is essential – Memory: 150 Oghams (alphabets), 580 Tales, nearly 250 Poems can easily be Equivalent in volume to the Mahabarata. [53]
In his Theogony, Hesiod states that the Peremptory Phonetic Power of the Poets comes from their Esoteric connection to The Mother of the Muses: Mnemosyne. Both She and the Druids possess sacred pools of Memory in their respective Underworlds. The Druids immerse themselves in these waters on their Shamanic quests to access the Ancestral knowledge – the Universal Truths of the Tribes communal Memory – water being the lustrating liminal realm, the veil between Worlds. They are presided over Now and Here by Danu; meaning ‘the Primeval waters’ She is Worshiped by those who know as an Irish Goddess and Mother of ‘The Tuatha Dé Danann’ – but her Origins, as a primordial Vedic water Goddess are remember by One, the Rarest and most Mysterious of the Druidic designations: The Mystagogue!
Next: PHANTASMAGORIA.
© Kevin Barry Partridge 2019
0: In Judeo-Christian Traditions of course, but the Quran also acknowledges Adam and his wife Hawa, with Hawa being called ‘the Mother of Mankind’. Versions of the story also appear in the Hindu texts; In the Rigveda (1700-1100 BC), and the Upanishads (700-500 BC) – ‘Atma’ and ‘Jeevatma’ are Birds eating Fruit from the Tree of Jiva and the couple appear again in later texts as Humans – in the Brahma (Vaivarta) Purana and the Bhavishya Purana with ‘Woman’ called a variation of ’ Havyakavathi’ and with Kali sometimes playing the Serpent, though always without the concept of Original Sin.
1: Man, Woman and Serpent will feature later, in an another earlier form – if that makes sense. (See 39)
2: The twice born (or twice baked)?
3: Panjandrum! Artistic License!
4: Or Man, or Mum….probably.
5: There are many theories concerning recurring self-similar Historical Cycles. W B Yeats seems to have based his own on the duration of ‘the Precession of the Equinoxes – an approximately 26,000 year Cycle – possibly from precedents in Classical Sources. The Greek Stoics conceived of the concepts of ‘Ekpyrosis’ and ‘Palingenesia’: the recurring destruction and subsequent recreation of the Cosmos on a cycle of this ‘Great Year’. The Original Cyclic Traditions are even older, beginning in the Precepts of Ancient Egypt and the many creeds of Indian Philosophy, Hindu in particular. The Aztecs and the Mayans also viewed time Cyclically. In the West, Abbot Johannes Trithemius (1462-1516) espoused a repeating series of 354 year Epochs ruled and directed by the Archangels of the Seven Planets – Moon, Mercury, Venus, Sun, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn – citing the Thirteenth century Paduan Physician Peter d’Abano as his precedent (a pattern Rudolf Steiner would adopt). Giambattista Vico (1668-1744) proposed a sequence of cycles based on the Three Ages of Ancient Egypt. Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel (1770-1831) in the ‘Lectures on the Philosophy of World History’ and ‘The Philosophy of History’, Flinders Petrie (1853-1942) in ‘ The Revolutions of Civilization’ and Hermann Schneider in his ‘The History of World Civilization from Prehistoric Times to the Middle Ages’ 1927 would all go on toconstruct their own versions and Henry Adams (1838-1918) in the ‘Degradation of the Democratic Dogma’ would reincorporate the Astrological tradition of ‘The Great Year of the Ancients’ into his interpretation. Oswald Spengler in his ‘Decline of the West’ (1918-1922) famously proposed a cyclic structure based on the Seasons of the Year, comparing Classical Greek culture to contemporary reference points in Western Civilization. but certainly the Most Well known proponent of ‘Eternal Return’ is Friedrich Nietzsche, who outlined his theories in his Book: Thus Spake Zarathustra. (1884)
6: Imaginative thinking being an advantage to Scientists: Einstein ‘discovered’ his special theory of relativity as a result of Daydreaming whilst he was still at the Patent Office – He Imagined he was traveling through Space in a spaceship. He also concluded that Space must be curved by imagining riding a Sunbeam and always arriving back where he began.
7: Of his time (Note to Self – rhyme fruit & compute).
8: In 1914 nearly 40% of men couldn’t vote either – because they didn’t own property.
9: How appropriate that he should come from Cappadocia, in retrospect, considering the contribution of the (soon to appear in this Narrative) builders in stone.
10: Though there will always be challengers.
11: The numbers 72/73 being here apposite – I.e. as represented on a One dollar bill – and those Numbers having been pertinent in previous chapters.
12: There is – I believe – a scurrilous theory that Freemasonry (officially founded in Britain in 1717 but active before) can’t (cant? Or as John Clare might Homo-phone in; Cunt!) actually trace their history ALL the way back to ancient Egypt and that they are in fact a Whig artifice, a contrivance concocted to help expedite the unpopular Hanoverian succession of Queen Anne by George 1st in 1714. (Which ironically sent – in keeping with my Narrative – the only Man capable of Satirizing such intriguing machinations; the Author of ‘Gulliver’ back on his ‘Travels’). Anyway, a scandalous rumour….utterly devoid of any of the self suggested romance conjured by the ‘unbekannten Oberen’ of the Knights Templar or Rosicrucians….although I suppose that would explain all those ‘Grand Masters’.
13: #Starfucker just like my daddy.
14: The Morrigan or ‘Phantom Queen’ is hard to define, but any Man (or Dagba) who’s attempted to date a menopausal woman will have some insight – as the stand up said – “Everybody has baggage, but hers was all crocodile.”
15: Known to some as the enantiomorphs – the battling Tweedledee and Tweedledum, with Alice growing accordingly in stature.
16: And yes the now venerated Alice’s ‘monstrous crow’s.
17: Though which of her three faces/masks the ‘Triple Goddess’ wore remains a mystery.
‘Diana in the Leaves Green,
Luna that so bright doth Sheen,
Persephone in Hell.’
The White Goddess(TWG): By Robert Graves – page 377.
18: The ice sheets ending most recently at the North/South divide and most severely at Swiss cottage – and extending westwards following the line of the M4.
19: There were Lions and Hippopotamus’s in Trafalgar square 120,000 years ago, their fossilized remains were found during construction.
20: Or desrespopulated? Too much?
21: Trawlers still regularly haul in the skeletal remains of Lions, Mammoths etc. As I publish this today – 11/06/2019 – I have Just read, in an article in the Independent, that the first signs of human habitation have been discovered – on the site of what the article calls ‘Britains Atlantis’.
22: Now of course ‘Danaan’ simply means ‘a Greek.’
23: Sometimes rumoured to have been Phoenicians or Chaldeans traders. Sadly the case for Atlanteans or Lemurians diminishes…although…..words, words, words.
24: Where Robert Graves places the origins of the Celtic peoples in his book ‘The White Goddess’ (TWG). Graves (citing Herodotus) argues that the Danaans fled their homeland after an invansionary force captured the shrine of the White Goddess ‘Io’ (lover of Zeus, who was transformed into a heifer ((crescent crowned)) by Hera) at Argos. New DNA evidence seems to be confirming many of the theories put forward in TWG (see 23).
25: Findings published in the journals; Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences/2016 and Nature, Ecology and Evolution/2019. (researchers analysed the genes of 6 Mesolithic hunter-gatherers found across the UK and 67 Neolithic individuals. Their results indicate that the majority – approximately 75% – of ancestry in all British Neolithic individuals could be attributed to Anatolian farmers, indicating a substantial demographic shift with the introduction of farming’).
26: Marija Gimbutas discusses this on the tape; ‘The Age of the Great Goddess’ and in her book ‘The language of the Goddess – 1989.’
27: Although the Lion flanked Female figurines found at Catalhöyäk 7500BC – 5700BC are fully formed, there is some dispute as to whether they are indicative of a Matriarchal society or systematic veneration of a Mother Goddess.
28: Eventually becoming in Ireland – Dana/ Mother – Brigid/Maiden – Anu(Danu)/Crone (known as the Mother of the Irish Gods) – Though Graves might argue the point.
29: Fertile crescent! Fertile/Mother, Crescent/Moon – Moon Mother.
30: William Blake would later conflate Ancient Albion’s Goddess’s with Divinities from the East – ‘When he later added to his Myth the fumblings of antiquaries who identified Eastern religions wjth ancient Britain, linked the Syrian Mother-Goddess with Avebury….’: William Blake – selected poetry. (TPPL page 13). (Venus is frequently called ‘The Syrian Goddess’ although the Original Syrian Goddeses were either Asherah ((Queen of the Sea)) or later Atargatis ((The fish tailed Goddess)) ).
‘There is a passage in Jerusalem which makes clear that Blake was thinking of Apuleius’s Isis (The Veiled Goddess) when he described Vala as a Moon Goddess, wife of the Sun (Osiris) and Mother of the Stars: “Is not the Sun thy husband & that Moon thy glimmering veil? Are not the Stars of Heaven thy Children? Art thou not Babylon? Art thou Nature, Mother of all?”:’ From Blake & Tradition, Volume 2. By Kathleen Raine. (page 176)
31: Less brawn, more brain!
32: The long hours of bonding in the ‘menstruation habitation’, probably explaining the previous points. Moon blood being a taboo in most primitive cultures.
33: Feminine: Moon, Mystical, Emotional, Artistic; etc – Left brain.
34: Masculine: Sun, Rational, Logical, Scientific; tec – Right brain.
35: The Story of Osiris being dismembered by Set by contrast reflects the use of the Thirteen month calender, the Thirteen pieces found by Isis representing the Months, the missing Phallus – the spare day. (TWG;p372)
36: Although some scholars link the divisions to Twelve (rather unscientific) episodes in the life of Gilgamesh – the Ram who destroyed the Bull – as the Ram would push the Bull out of the spring House in about 1800 BC. (TWG: p270/271)
37:See – Göbeckli Tepi; 10th – 8th Millennium BCE. Alacahöyük 5500 – 650 BCE
38: To honour the Ancestors, or perhaps they just longed to recreate the Fairy Chimneys of Cappadocia or the rock sanctuary at Yazilikaya.
39: Hattusa; founded 6th Millenium BC. Alacahöyük 5500 – 650 BCE (by comparison the Mesopotamian city of Ur is dated as being founded; c. 3800BC, Babylon c. 1894 BCE and Egyptian city of Memphis; before the 3rd Millenium BCE).
40: A (pre) Hattian relief at Catalhöyük 7500BC – 5700BC shows the Goddess Hannahanna giving birth to a Bull, an image that would – in a labyrinthine twist – later be attributed to the Minoans.
41: and arguably sowing the seeds of the Worlds modern religions – The Christian/Judaic/Islamic story of Adam and Eve being reflective of a the most famous Aegean Icon – a Moon/Woman, a Star/Man and a wise serpent sitting under a fruit tree, Man and serpent in seasonal/cyclical conflict for the Moon-Womans affections. (TWG: p279). The Crescent Moon(Woman) and Star(Son) symbolism becoming synonymous with Islam (and present day Turkey), their relative sizes indicative perhaps of their ancient origins.
42: Who would themselves have largely been the descendants (Neolithic farmers supplanting or assimilating Mesolithic Hunter-Gatherers being a consistent theme) of that same earlier migration from the Aegean in what would become a near continual flow of people from the same area. As a result of ‘the Late Bronze Age collapse’ c1200 – 1150BC for example.
43: According to Robert Graves.
44: If augmented.
45: TWG – page 283 and 490, Robert Graves argues that ‘Trees’ (varieties having been used in Sequence to represent an Alphabet) here mean Schools of Knowledge or perhaps Languages.
46: The ‘Sun God’s – Dionysis, Mithras and Apollo were also born at the Winter Solstice and worship of the Divine Child had been established in Minoan Crete Long before Christianity. The Origins of the Celtic ‘Fair Shining’ Belenus (associated with the Horse and Beltane) – an import from Italy – are important here.
47:Jesus (Symbolizing the Sacramental ((if Strange)) Fruit) hangs on the Cross (Symbolic of the Tree) – But of course the cross of cruciFiction is a Tree of Death, and as already stated; Jesus, representing the ‘Hostia’ would symbolize not Life but Death. I didn’t choose the Symbolism.
48: Or indeed lovers of Proto-Indo-European, Indo-European, Proto-Germanic or Indo-Germanic (All of which have their roots in oldest known Indo-European language Hittite ((of Anatolia)), according to Bedrick Hronzý) wordplay.
49: Specifically the vicinity surrounding what are known presently as the Chislehurst caves.
50: During the period known now as ‘La Tène A’.
51: As reported much later by Cyprian.
52: The Ancient Bards embody a similar role to the Griots or Arokins of West Africa (who are sometimes known as Bards). Francis Bebey writes in; ‘A People’s Art’: ‘The West African Griot is a troubadour, the counterpart of the medieval European minstrel… The Griot knows everything that is going on… He is a living archive of the people’s traditions… The virtuoso talents of the Griots command universal admiration. This virtuosity is the culmination of long years of study and hard work under the tuition of a teacher who is often a father or uncle. The profession is by no means a male prerogative. There are many women Griots whose talents as singers and musicians are equally remarkable.’ I would aver that the Griot Tradition continues – unbroken – not only in Africa, but Worldwide in the Culture of Rap Music. The closest Ancient equivalent to the Druidic Schools (predating the Universities of Ethiopia by Millennia) are the Schools of Indian Classical Music – which seem to almost be a perfect Analogue – and which have roots that go back to at least 1000 BCE, and may well have their prototypes. The Bardic tradition is also, perhaps reflected in the Traditions of the Merasi in the deserts of Rajastan and the many other Minstrel Traditions of India.
53: According to R.A.S. Macalister in; The Secret Languages of Ireland.