tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89590982064538666662024-03-14T15:38:44.822+09:00SANDHILLSa storehouse for magical imagesOujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-46111495012821069382017-11-01T22:13:00.000+09:002017-11-01T22:13:10.146+09:00"All Souls' Night" 2017<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The offering of 2017 is a translation work. I did it.Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-10032208471182238392016-11-01T21:42:00.000+09:002016-11-01T21:42:29.637+09:00"All Souls' Night" 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The offerings of 2016 are the illustrations by Horton we found in various magazines.Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-36833413742589690692015-11-02T22:20:00.002+09:002015-11-02T22:22:12.723+09:00"All Souls' Night" 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This time we offered <i>The Porter's Daughter The Life of Amy Audrey Locke</i> by Winifred Dawson (self-published by the author, Winchester, England, 2014) to the ghost of William T. Horton. And two glasses of sparkling wine. After reading aloud W.B. Yeats's "All Souls' Night", a silent meditation followed. Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-2813223216405587062015-05-16T14:03:00.000+09:002015-05-16T14:03:15.427+09:00Elsa Barker, an inscription<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-89911530955414285242015-03-06T22:46:00.002+09:002015-03-06T22:46:41.242+09:00W.E. Carnegie Dickson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-24418740356942303972014-11-03T10:25:00.000+09:002014-11-03T10:26:52.309+09:00Thomas Lake Harris2nd Nov. All Soul's Night. This year we did an offering of a photo of Thomas Lake Harris with his signature to the ghost of Horton.<br />
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Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-28256828577897298222014-05-22T22:52:00.000+09:002014-05-22T22:52:04.525+09:00New Image<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Many students in metapsychism, seeking for a satisfactory explanation of the phenomena, find themselves drifting on to Buddhistic grounds.<br />
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The Bhikku Ananda Matteya ( or Maitriya)) was born in London in 1872. His birth name was Allan Bennett MacGregor, and he was educated at Hollesley College and Bath. His natural bent was for scientific and philosophical reading, and he studied experimental analytical chemistry under Dr. Bernard Dyer, of Great Tower Street, in the City of London.<br />
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Shortly after this time he was ordered to the East for the benefit of his health. He at once elected to go to Ceylon, where he devoted his time to the study of Sanskrit, Pali, and the Buddhist Scriptures. In December, 1901, he renounced the world, donned the Yellow Robe, and on May 21st, 1902, was ordained Bhikku, when he assumed the name of Ananda Matteya. This ceremony was on the day known as the Buddhist New Year's Day. Seventy-five priests took part in the ceremonial, and the town of Kgarook Kyoung is said, by one who was present to have been "golden with the robes of the priests".<br />
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In the address, he delivered on this occasion, Ananda Maatteya set himself the task of establishing the Sangha of the Buddha in the West -- a task too stupendous to be accomplished single-handed. Other converts of Western nationality, therefore, have also journeyed to the East, entered the Sangha, acquired a thorough knowledge of the Dharma, sought and obtained ordination, and will shortly arrive in London for the express purpose of founding a Western Sangha. The Bhikku Ananda Matteya is already here, so that it is by no means improbable that a Buddhist Temple in the metropolis may shoryly be erected, and the Yellow Robe become a familiar spectacle there. The services of men of education only have been enlisted, and the aim is to promote Buddhism on Buddhist principles, one of which is that no adherent shall revile or abuse any form of religious belief held by others.<br />
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So I celebrated 2013 All Soul's Night "Horton & Miss Locke", this time adding the first edition of <i>The Tower</i> by W.B. Yeats on the table.<br />
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And strangely enough, The Unknown Angel of Byzantium Style painted on the block of wood came to my room last week, a gift from an European lady.<br />
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I might say my little ritual is going well.<br />
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W. B. Yeats, <i>Plays in Prose and Verse</i> (1922) design by Charles Ricketts<br />
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W. B. Yeats, <i>Last Poems & Plays</i> (1940) design by T. Sturge Moore.<br />
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<br />Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-44822725509945691202012-12-02T13:18:00.003+09:002012-12-02T13:21:01.317+09:00Poems by J.W. Brodie-Innes<br />
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ONE DAY.</div>
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Once, on a golden summer's day,</div>
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We left the road, we climbed th brae.</div>
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The sweet hills all around us lay</div>
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In royal robes of heather.</div>
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Scarce felt the wooing scented air,</div>
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I only knew we two sat there</div>
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Jeannie and I together.</div>
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O life hath brought full many a boon</div>
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When young blood thrilled in life's mid-noon,</div>
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In bounding time to love's sweet tune,</div>
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And loves and joys were many.</div>
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Yet sooth that hour was worth them all</div>
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To watch the lengthening shadows fall,</div>
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And hear the distant curlew call,</div>
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Out on the moors with Jeannie.</div>
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And clear, and calm, and sweet to see,</div>
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The young moon rose o'er Logan lea,</div>
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With promise fair for her and me</div>
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of all love's dearest blisses.</div>
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All radiant hues of seas and skies</div>
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Reflect themselves in Jennie's eyes</div>
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And dreamland all around us lies,</div>
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As sweet as Jeannie's kisses.</div>
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IV.</div>
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So bide for aye thou lovely dream!</div>
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When from life's dark and gloomy stream</div>
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For ever fades that one bright gleam,</div>
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And, like some prisoned startling,</div>
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I cry to years grown dull and grey,</div>
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Oh, give me back my summer's day,</div>
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Out on the moors of Logan brae,</div>
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With my unforgotten darling.</div>
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-- J.W. Brodie Innes</div>
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THE GHOST OF AUNT ELIZA</div>
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OH! once I was gay</div>
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As a child at play,</div>
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I'm sadder now and wiser,</div>
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For it's mine to boast</div>
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I've seen the ghost</div>
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Of my maiden aunt Eliza.</div>
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I own, with a sigh,</div>
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That never I</div>
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Much did idolize her.</div>
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A Vigilant</div>
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Old termagant</div>
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Was my gaunt aunt Eliza.</div>
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I did not know,</div>
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When I laid her low</div>
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Beneath the ancient minster,</div>
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That her coffin lid</div>
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could fail to keep hid</div>
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That venerable spinster.</div>
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She told me oft</div>
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(But I hear I scoffed)</div>
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That nought on earth could stop her,</div>
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She'd rise from her grave</div>
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Should I behave</div>
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In a way she thought improper.</div>
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So I tried for days</div>
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Her ghost to raise,</div>
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Committed crimes by the dozen,</div>
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I forged a will,</div>
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Ran a private still,</div>
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And scraged my second cousin.</div>
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But she heeded nought,</div>
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And I rather thought</div>
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Perhaps she didn't get out</div>
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From the place where she was gone to.</div>
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But on Christmas day,</div>
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Sad to say!</div>
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(It was somebody else's sister),</div>
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I saw her to</div>
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'Neath the mistletoe,</div>
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Then and there I kissed her.</div>
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Then, gaunt and grim,</div>
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through blue lights dim,</div>
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Appeared my aunt Eliza,</div>
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And from my bones</div>
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With moans and groans,</div>
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That I did surprise her.</div>
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And, since that night,</div>
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A weary wight,</div>
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Haunted by aunt I wander,</div>
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That vigilant</div>
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Old termagant</div>
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Keeps up her mournful daunder.</div>
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And never a whit</div>
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Cant I get quit</div>
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Of that grim moralizer,</div>
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I'm always watched,</div>
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and mostly "cotched,"</div>
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By my gaunt aunt Eliza.</div>
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--J.W. Brodie-Innes.</div>
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from <i>The Beggar's Wallet</i> (1905).</div>
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<br />Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-80199588285943788192012-11-02T20:56:00.003+09:002012-11-08T00:22:08.852+09:00ALL SOULS' NIGHT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"And it is All Souls' Night.<br />
And two long glasses brimmed with muscatel<br />
Bubble upon the table. A ghost may come,<br />
For it is a ghost's right,<br />
His element is so fine<br />
Being sharpened by his death,<br />
To drink from the wine-breath<br />
While our gross palates drink from the whole wine."<br />
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so sang W.B. Yeats in his superb "All Souls' Night".<br />
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I reproduced the scene by examining the text. The wine should be a sparkling wine made from muscat grape. I chose Reymos Moscatel from Spain. And the long glasses should be the type for sparkling wine, showing the little bubbles going upward as long as possible. I purchased two of those.<br />
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I'd like to make this an annual ceremony to commemorate those personalities who appeared in the poem, especially for Horton (I love him, and love the strange story of Horton and Amy Audrey Locke). I wonder if he responds to my call.<br />
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The muscatel is so sweet and tasty. Have to be careful not to drink too much.<br />
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<b>Divine Feminine, Horton, and Audrey Locke.</b><br />
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painted by W.T. Horton</div>
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Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-74371317079627361002012-10-18T13:19:00.003+09:002012-10-18T13:19:54.606+09:00I Wonder Why<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>I Wonder Why</i> (1920) by Alfred Scott-Gatty is a music score book with the words by Dorothy Bouviere and the pictures by W. Graham Robertson.<br />
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The pictures in the book feature mostly little boys and that makes the book unique among the works of WGR who are famous for his fondness of little girls. But looking at the pictures one by one helped me understand the nature of the book. First, the boys are playing in the nursery, then outdoors, and in the bed at night and meeting with an angel. Published in 1920, I believe the book was a sort of "Requiem" for the British soldiers who died in WWI.<br />
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WGR mentioned this book in a letter to his friend Kerrison Preston, "The Gatty-Bouvierie-Me book seems to be going well and is stocked at most strange, unexpected, places in London, such as Liberty's, and the Army and Navy store" (<i>Letters from Graham Robertson</i>, p53). Though WGR wrote "unexpected", it's no wonder they put the book on the shelves of Army and Navy Store.<br />
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<br />Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-713466597262047502012-08-15T15:45:00.000+09:002012-08-15T15:45:10.643+09:00masonic charity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Above is a coloured reproduction of the famous picture painted by J. Stothard in or about 1790, showing the Founder, the Chevalier Bartholomew Ruspini, leading the children from the Masonic School into the Temple of the Grand Lodge in Great Queen Street, before His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales, afterwards King George IV, and other distinguished Freemasons.<br />
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For many years the original was in the Museum of Grand Lodge, but, in 1947, Bro. Beachcroft was able to acquire it from the Masonic Authorities (who most generously accepted a price greatly below its actual value).<br />
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It was by him presented to the School and now hang over the mantel of the Commitee Room, behind the Chairman's place." (Maurice Beachcroft, Memories of Rickkansworth, p.31.)<br />
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GEORGE WASHINGTON, the father of our country</div>
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"Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come</div>
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unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven"</div>
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TO THE GRAND LODGES OF THE UNITED STATES</div>
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This print represents THE DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTIC OF MASONRY, CHARITY, bestowed on proper objects.</div>
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"Blessed are the pure in heart; for they shall see God."</div>
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The second picture is from Kitty Cheatham's <i>A Nursery Garland</i> (New York, G. Schirmer: 1921). It seems the second is a copy from the first, with some changes of the faces and figures. But for what end? </div>
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I found these in my research on W. Graham Robertson. </div>
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<br />Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-74268767475155214622012-08-09T16:54:00.002+09:002012-08-09T16:54:28.466+09:00a dagger<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Every country has its law on the weapon control. <br />
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A number of atrocious homicides by daggers outbroke in my country of 2008 and consequently the selling and possesing of daggers became illegal. The police was persuading the citizens who possesed a dagger to bring and give it up to the neaby police station by the 4th of July 2009. After that date, possesing of dagger was regarded as a crime and offenders will be fined or imprisoned. So I gave up my air dagger to a police station (after demagnetizing it) and have been using a small paperknife since then. But today I found a really good alternative "lawfuldagger". The hilt is natural wood and very easy to paint, the blade being genuine stainless steel yet without the edge, an ideal ceremonial tool. And it's not expensive, about 10 bucks. To tell the truth, the official name of the dagger is "oyster knife": a simple tool for fishermen to open and scrape oysters. The jurisdiction might interfere if the tool is unnecessarily sharp or hefty, but those now on the market is legally okay. I am a conformist.Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-56577077586440758312012-08-01T15:45:00.000+09:002012-08-02T08:50:10.021+09:00RaphaelOf course "Raphael" was a nineteenth century astrologer named Robert Cross Smith (can we express his name as "R+"?) who wrote much about astrology and occultism including John Dee, John Pordage, geomancy etc. And he seemed to be a member of an esoteric group "The Mercurii".<br />
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I love the following description of serpentine movement.<br />
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"Although it is vey well known to astronomers and learned persons, that the path of the moon through the firmament has, from time immemorial, been symbolized by a dragon or serpent, yet many through whose hands this work may be expected to pass, cannot be sepposed to have any notion of these ancient symbols; it therefore becomes necessary to make mention of them in such a manner as to let every one understand their application. That no emblem could have been fixed upon to symbolize the moon's path, which is really serpentine, and to have done it more appropriately, than a serpent, will become evident to the least learned, by inspection of the following little cut and references.<br />
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Suppose the curve line A B to represent a portion of the ecliptic or orbit of the earth, along which let the earth be supposed to be moving from E to F, and from F to G, while at the same time, the moon, keeping nearly an equal distance from the earth, moves along the serpentine described by the body of the dragon, from C to H, from H to I, from I to D: at C, where the moon crosses the line of the earth's orbit from north to south, is the Dragon's Tail, marked in modern astronomy thus XX; and having made the semicircle C H, it ascends, crossing the earth's orbit from south to north, where it bends again in the semicircle H I; and having reached the earth's orbit again, it bend forward in the direction of the curve I D, where, as it is again ascending into the north, I place the Dragon's Head; and thus you see how very appropriatedly the moon's path about the earth may be denoted by a serpent or dragon. For the sake of showing the application of the emblem the more perfectly, it is here continued to four points of the ecliptic; but let it be understood, that in every descent of the moon from north to south, she is in the tail, and in every ascent from south to north, in the head of the dragon. The most improtant astrological significations are attached to the head and tail of this emblematic dragon; and hence it was deemed by the Babylonian priesthood a fit object to promote superstition, and to effect the purposed of that sort of imposture which it was their desire to accomplish in those oriental nation." (from <em>The Astrologer of the Ninetheen Century</em>)<br />
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I am not of their Minde, who thinke the Sun,<br />
The Moon, the Planets, and those glorious Lights<br />
Which trim the Sphaeres, doe in their Motions run<br />
To no more purpose, then to please our Sights.<br />
Nor for distinguishment of Nights, and Dayes,<br />
Or of the Seasons, and the Times, alone,<br />
Can I suppose the Hand of God displayes<br />
Those many Starres, we nightly gaze upon:<br />
For, both by Reason, and by Common-sense<br />
We know (and often feele) that from above<br />
The Planets have, on us, an Influence;<br />
And, that our Bodies varie, as they move.<br />
Moreover, Holy Writ inferres, that these<br />
Have some such pow'r; ev'n in those Places, where<br />
It names Orion, and the Pleiades;<br />
Which, Starres of much inferiour Nature are.<br />
Yet, hence conclude not, therefore, that the Minde<br />
Is by the Starres constrained to obey<br />
Their Influence; or, so by them inclin'd,<br />
That, by no meanes resist the same we may.<br />
For, though they forme the Bodies temp'rature,<br />
(And though the Minde inclineth after that)<br />
By Grace, another Temper we procure,<br />
Which guides, the Motions of Supposed Fate.<br />
The Soul of Man is nobler than the Sphaeres;<br />
And if it gaine the Place which may be had,<br />
Not here alone on Earth, the Rule it beares,<br />
But is the Lord, of all that God hath made.<br />
Be wise in him; and, if just cause there bee,<br />
The Sunne and Moone, shall stand and wayt on thee.</div>
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from <em>A Collection of Embleme, Ancient and Moderne</em> by George Wither (1635)<br />
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I happened to find this in my search of the symbolism of snail (as we see it in the Nine of Pentacles of RWS tarot).Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-80930313769811148482012-07-18T10:37:00.003+09:002012-07-18T10:37:57.122+09:00On The Street Where They Walked<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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a photo of Farringdon Street from <i><b>London Round </b></i>(1896)<br />
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detail of map from <b><i>Baedecker's London and its Environs</i></b> (1889)<br />
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The first Vault was located in Thavies Inn which I believe was somewhere in the map. I need a more specified street guide of the late Victorian London. Anyway the Baedecker is a good starting point to make an armchair-exploration of <span style="background-color: white;">the Capital of British Empire.</span>Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-72260951269316515032012-07-10T16:51:00.000+09:002012-07-10T16:58:16.035+09:00British Kumari<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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from <i>The Baby's Day Book</i> by W. Graham Robertson (1908)<br />
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WGR's literary executor Kerrison Preston wrote that WGR "acquired a reputation as a lover of children, with many little girls as friends in the manner of Lewis Carroll". The phrase was written in 1953 and innocent enough at that time.
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I am under the impression, admittedly without any substantial proof, that WGR was doing a sort of British version of "Kumari worship" by idealising Binkie (his deceased friend's daughter) as "The Woman", and writing many ritualistic plays of elemental nature for the baby-child. A similar attitude can be seen in some of the works of his friend Algernon Blackwood, notably in <i>The Education of Uncle Paul. </i><br />
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<br />Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-67900927631885877932012-07-03T22:22:00.001+09:002012-07-10T16:52:08.045+09:00The Magic Bell<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>The Magic Bell for Invoking Spirits</b>.</div>
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This bell must be formed of<i> electricum magicum</i>, and fashioned as above described, round it the words + Tetragrammaton + and +Sadai, + must be engraved in relief, and also the sign and planet under which you were born.<br />
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Also inside thereof the word + Elohim, and on the clapper Adonai. It must be kept in a clean chamber, and when thou wouldest invoke the celestial agents or good spirit, make a fire with incense and proper perfumes, then rehearse devoutly an appropriate incantation, and ring the bell thrice, when the spirit will instantly appear before thee, and thou wilt be enabled to have thy wishes performed. But keep this a secret.<br />
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My town is going to hold a shinto festival next month and the preparation has begun. Today we made a lot of "shimenawa"s, a sort of small wreath made of rice straw. Then we brought shimenawas to a local shrine and made them consecrated ritually by a priest (the white paper signifies that the object is sacred). The shemenawa is now a talisman blessed by a local goddess -- Seoritsu-hime, a very mysterious goddess of purification -- and going to be presented to the households of the area which support the goddess and her shrine.<br />
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After the work we joined in a small party with "omiki" (sacred sake) and beer (a common one). All in all a very impressive day.Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-90026547147391702272012-06-23T01:33:00.001+09:002012-06-23T01:33:59.897+09:00Happy 30th Anniversary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The 30th aniversary of the Consecration of the Vault<br />
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I' m fully aware I'm not in a position to say congratulation to the G.H. Fraters & Sorors of the GD community on this happy occasion. A joker on the threshold may well stay away from the party scene and seek his own game. However, I've been learning many, many things from the works of Dr Regardie and the Ciceros so that out of gratitude I would like to join in the thanking chorus and sing a line or two. Thank you very much and happy anniversary to you all. (I wish I had a Facebook account.) <br />
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as it is.Oujupahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01460205877923312721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959098206453866666.post-48223037165990975752012-06-13T09:41:00.001+09:002012-06-15T14:57:07.104+09:00The first GD book in Japan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em>Mahou Nyumon. </em>Written by W.E. Butler. Translated by Onuma Tadahiro. Published by Kadokawa Shoten. 1974.<br />
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<em>Mahou Nyumon</em> (roughly translated as "The Introduction to Magic") consists of the translation of two books by W.E. Butler, <em>Magic: its Ritual, Power and Purpose</em> and <em>The Magician: his Training and Work</em>. I read the book so many times that the cover got tattered, repaired and again tattered .... This book was the starting point for the Japanese students who by their fates or tastes somehow adopted the Western Esoteric Tradition for their spiritual pursuits.<br />
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