![The irenicon
irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall..."
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
"A burnt house, for a cut alder."
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets."
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow."
"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head."
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And "... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet."
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower."
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek."
iv
But what of the vowels?
"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie."
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land."
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew."
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am "... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon..."
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
inanga](http://www.hogproductions.com/Writings/The-irenicon/i-9SkRh6d/0/Ti/DSCF0058-Ti.jpg "The irenicon
irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
\"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall...\"
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
\"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight\",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
\"A burnt house, for a cut alder.\"
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
\"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets.\"
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
\"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key\"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.\"
\"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head.\"
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
\"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out\",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And \"... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet.\"
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
\"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower.\"
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
\"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,\"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
\"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek.\"
iv
But what of the vowels?
\"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees\",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
\"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued\",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
\"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie.\"
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
\"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
\"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land.\"
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
\"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew.\"
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am \"... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse\",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
\"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,\"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
\"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon...\"
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
inanga")
![Broken Wing
Snapped on my Apple iPhone Saturday Afternoon 5 December 2009
Dedicated to Emma Curtis Hopkins, mystic and prophet (1849-1925)
Wiki tells you a little more:
[Emma Curtis] Hopkins was initially a student of the Christian Science of Mary Baker Eddy, who claimed to have found in the Christian Bible a science behind the healing miracles of Jesus which could be practiced by anyone. She would afterwards (see below) leave Christian Science to develop her own more eclectic form of metaphysical idealism, known later as New Thought with, like it, certain mystical traits of Gnosticism, though Hopkins felt much freer to make affinities with Theosophy and a wide variety of Eastern teachings.
Differing from Eddy's lead in speaking of God as both Mother and Father, Hopkins conceptualized the Trinity as three aspects of divinity, each playing a role in different historical epochs: God the Father, God the Son, and God the Mother-Spirit or Holy Comforter. Hopkins believed (as did Eddy, though not as parochially) that spiritual healing was the Second Coming of Christ into the world, and this was the hallmark of her early work. Hopkins also believed more specifically that the changing roles of women indicated their prominence in the Godhead, signaling a new epoch identified by the inclusion of the Mother aspect of God.
While Phineas Parkhurst Quimby is sometimes described as the founder of New Thought, he died in 1866, and New Thought did not formally organize until Hopkins brought together and focused the national movement in 1886-88 with the base in Chicago. Her first work Class Lessons 1888 ignited flash points for organized New Thought. She later authored Drops of Gold and Scientific Christian Mental Practice (1888) as well as a prolific body of written work. She was acclaimed for the giftedness of her personal lectures. Those that heard her speak noted her charismatic oratory. Her magnum opus High Mysticism is perhaps best read after familiarity with the groundwork of her other writings. She authored the International Bible Lessons in the Chicago Inter-Ocean newspaper (1887-94, an apparent echo of the Bible Lessons central to Christian Science). Hopkins is often referred to as the "Teacher of teachers" or the "The mother of New Thought". Those who studied with Hopkins included the Fillmores, founders of Unity; Ernest Holmes, founder Religious Science; Malinda Cramer and Nona L. Brooks founders of Divine Science; and Harriet Emilie Cady, author of Unity's cornerstone text Lessons in Truth.'
[For more on the essential Emma Curtis Hopkins you could delve into these books:
High Mysticism
Scientific Christian Mental Practice
Resume - Practice Book for High Mysticism
Esoteric Philosophy in Spiritual Science
Judgement Series in Spiritual Science
Bible Interpretations
Self Treatment
Class Lessons 1888
Bible Interpretation From the Book of Job
Drops of Gold. Ed]](http://www.hogproductions.com/Photography/My-Photos/i-6RxvSQ6/0/Ti/IMG_0511-Ti.jpg "Broken Wing
Snapped on my Apple iPhone Saturday Afternoon 5 December 2009
Dedicated to Emma Curtis Hopkins, mystic and prophet (1849-1925)
Wiki tells you a little more:
[Emma Curtis] Hopkins was initially a student of the Christian Science of Mary Baker Eddy, who claimed to have found in the Christian Bible a science behind the healing miracles of Jesus which could be practiced by anyone. She would afterwards (see below) leave Christian Science to develop her own more eclectic form of metaphysical idealism, known later as New Thought with, like it, certain mystical traits of Gnosticism, though Hopkins felt much freer to make affinities with Theosophy and a wide variety of Eastern teachings.
Differing from Eddy's lead in speaking of God as both Mother and Father, Hopkins conceptualized the Trinity as three aspects of divinity, each playing a role in different historical epochs: God the Father, God the Son, and God the Mother-Spirit or Holy Comforter. Hopkins believed (as did Eddy, though not as parochially) that spiritual healing was the Second Coming of Christ into the world, and this was the hallmark of her early work. Hopkins also believed more specifically that the changing roles of women indicated their prominence in the Godhead, signaling a new epoch identified by the inclusion of the Mother aspect of God.
While Phineas Parkhurst Quimby is sometimes described as the founder of New Thought, he died in 1866, and New Thought did not formally organize until Hopkins brought together and focused the national movement in 1886-88 with the base in Chicago. Her first work Class Lessons 1888 ignited flash points for organized New Thought. She later authored Drops of Gold and Scientific Christian Mental Practice (1888) as well as a prolific body of written work. She was acclaimed for the giftedness of her personal lectures. Those that heard her speak noted her charismatic oratory. Her magnum opus High Mysticism is perhaps best read after familiarity with the groundwork of her other writings. She authored the International Bible Lessons in the Chicago Inter-Ocean newspaper (1887-94, an apparent echo of the Bible Lessons central to Christian Science). Hopkins is often referred to as the \"Teacher of teachers\" or the \"The mother of New Thought\". Those who studied with Hopkins included the Fillmores, founders of Unity; Ernest Holmes, founder Religious Science; Malinda Cramer and Nona L. Brooks founders of Divine Science; and Harriet Emilie Cady, author of Unity's cornerstone text Lessons in Truth.'
[For more on the essential Emma Curtis Hopkins you could delve into these books:
High Mysticism
Scientific Christian Mental Practice
Resume - Practice Book for High Mysticism
Esoteric Philosophy in Spiritual Science
Judgement Series in Spiritual Science
Bible Interpretations
Self Treatment
Class Lessons 1888
Bible Interpretation From the Book of Job
Drops of Gold. Ed]")
![Satyagraha
THE HEART OF SIDDHA YOGA
1 Siddha Yoga and meditation on the Self do not oppose any religion, sect, or code of ethics.
2 This meditation revolution does not violate the laws of any government.
3 It is not against any caste or social class.
4 It does not argue with either the good or bad qualities of any country.
5 This mediatation revolution is opposed to hatred among people, lack of consideration, ignorance, indolence, and falsehood.
6 This Siddha Yoga revolution endeavors to establish industriousness, to bring about oneness on the earth, knowledge, a search for the inner Consciousness, and the attainment of one's own Self.
7 This Siddha Yoga revolution is founded on high principles. It is an invitation to universal brotherhood. Because light, truth, and peace exist in all, we should love one another with respect for the Self in all.
8 Siddha Yoga takes no interest in differences. It does not argue about bigotry or cults. In Siddha Yoga, there is no room for cultism. Siddha Yoga is the same as it was thousands of years ago at the creation of the universe.
Then there were yogis and great sages who had transcended their minds, and Siddha Yoga was born from their arduous 'sadhana' and ultimate perfection.
Siddha Yoga is the teaching of those great beings who had fully attained the Truth and who had become one with Paramashiva, the all-pervasive Consciousness and Supreme Guru.
This field of knowledge is beyond human ambition, beyond the mind and imagination. It is a venerable path to the realization of Truth. We follow it seeking the supreme love of our own inner Consciousness.
9 The main task of Siddha Yoga is to unfold fully the God-consciousness which lies hidden in all human beings. It culminates in the experience of 'I am That' - the experience of our identity with God - and in the attainment of our own inner joy.
Siddha Yoga destroys our negativities; it removes the dullness and lack of clarity of our minds; and it eradicates the differences among religions, people, and colors. By respecting all. Siddha Yoga dispels the hatred that continually arises in the world.
10 The task of Siddha Yoga is to put an end to the notion of duality - to distinctions of high and low, superior and inferior, rich and poor - to arguments and disputes, to the race-track competition among people, and to the futile rushing toward a dream of progress. Siddha Yoga enables one to make the journey through the world with supreme bliss.
11 Siddha Yoga teaches:
"May all people everywhere live happily and peacefully. May everyone become free of hatred, jealousy, and enmity. May no one see pain, even in a dream."
Siddha Yoga is the abode of love for all.
12 In Siddha Yoga, we attain the knowledge of our birthright.
13 Siddha Yoga nurtures one who wants the good fortune of reveling in the delightful game of the inner Self. Through it, one attains inner joy and achieves fulfilment in life.
14 Through the pursuit of Siddha Yoga, the inner conscious energy called Kundalini is awakened; yogic movements, or 'kriyas', automatically occur; and this great energy is fully unfolded.
15 A seeker experiences the energy with him [or her] as having complete knowledge of all spiritual practices. In the kriyas of Siddha Yoga, there is no danger.
16 Siddha Yoga affirms that the individual soul is nothing other than the Absolute. There is not the slightest difference between the individual and God.
17 Because the Self identifies itself with the mind, then the senses and physical body, it is called the experiencer.
When it comes in contact with the powers of action,* it calls itself the doer. When it comes in contact with the senses of perception, it calls itself the perceiver. Through its attachment to the body, it undergoes birth and death.
18 Through Siddha Yoga, the Self attains the knowledge of its true nature and immortality. It becomes aware, "I am deathless".
19 When the inner energy is awakened through Siddha Yoga, a seeker may immediately experience a surge of extraordinary bliss and ecstasy.
20 In Siddha Yoga, Kundalini is called 'Chidananda-lahari', the wave of blissful consciousness; 'Paramananda-lahari', the wave of supreme bliss; or 'Satchitananda, absolute existence, consciousness, and bliss.
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THE HEART OF SIDDHA YOGA
1 Siddha Yoga and meditation on the Self do not oppose any religion, sect, or code of ethics.
2 This meditation revolution does not violate the laws of any government.
3 It is not against any caste or social class.
4 It does not argue with either the good or bad qualities of any country.
5 This mediatation revolution is opposed to hatred among people, lack of consideration, ignorance, indolence, and falsehood.
6 This Siddha Yoga revolution endeavors to establish industriousness, to bring about oneness on the earth, knowledge, a search for the inner Consciousness, and the attainment of one's own Self.
7 This Siddha Yoga revolution is founded on high principles. It is an invitation to universal brotherhood. Because light, truth, and peace exist in all, we should love one another with respect for the Self in all.
8 Siddha Yoga takes no interest in differences. It does not argue about bigotry or cults. In Siddha Yoga, there is no room for cultism. Siddha Yoga is the same as it was thousands of years ago at the creation of the universe.
Then there were yogis and great sages who had transcended their minds, and Siddha Yoga was born from their arduous 'sadhana' and ultimate perfection.
Siddha Yoga is the teaching of those great beings who had fully attained the Truth and who had become one with Paramashiva, the all-pervasive Consciousness and Supreme Guru.
This field of knowledge is beyond human ambition, beyond the mind and imagination. It is a venerable path to the realization of Truth. We follow it seeking the supreme love of our own inner Consciousness.
9 The main task of Siddha Yoga is to unfold fully the God-consciousness which lies hidden in all human beings. It culminates in the experience of 'I am That' - the experience of our identity with God - and in the attainment of our own inner joy.
Siddha Yoga destroys our negativities; it removes the dullness and lack of clarity of our minds; and it eradicates the differences among religions, people, and colors. By respecting all. Siddha Yoga dispels the hatred that continually arises in the world.
10 The task of Siddha Yoga is to put an end to the notion of duality - to distinctions of high and low, superior and inferior, rich and poor - to arguments and disputes, to the race-track competition among people, and to the futile rushing toward a dream of progress. Siddha Yoga enables one to make the journey through the world with supreme bliss.
11 Siddha Yoga teaches:
\"May all people everywhere live happily and peacefully. May everyone become free of hatred, jealousy, and enmity. May no one see pain, even in a dream.\"
Siddha Yoga is the abode of love for all.
12 In Siddha Yoga, we attain the knowledge of our birthright.
13 Siddha Yoga nurtures one who wants the good fortune of reveling in the delightful game of the inner Self. Through it, one attains inner joy and achieves fulfilment in life.
14 Through the pursuit of Siddha Yoga, the inner conscious energy called Kundalini is awakened; yogic movements, or 'kriyas', automatically occur; and this great energy is fully unfolded.
15 A seeker experiences the energy with him [or her] as having complete knowledge of all spiritual practices. In the kriyas of Siddha Yoga, there is no danger.
16 Siddha Yoga affirms that the individual soul is nothing other than the Absolute. There is not the slightest difference between the individual and God.
17 Because the Self identifies itself with the mind, then the senses and physical body, it is called the experiencer.
When it comes in contact with the powers of action,* it calls itself the doer. When it comes in contact with the senses of perception, it calls itself the perceiver. Through its attachment to the body, it undergoes birth and death.
18 Through Siddha Yoga, the Self attains the knowledge of its true nature and immortality. It becomes aware, \"I am deathless\".
19 When the inner energy is awakened through Siddha Yoga, a seeker may immediately experience a surge of extraordinary bliss and ecstasy.
20 In Siddha Yoga, Kundalini is called 'Chidananda-lahari', the wave of blissful consciousness; 'Paramananda-lahari', the wave of supreme bliss; or 'Satchitananda, absolute existence, consciousness, and bliss.
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The irenicon
irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall..."
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
"A burnt house, for a cut alder."
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets."
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow."
"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head."
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And "... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet."
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower."
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek."
iv
But what of the vowels?
"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie."
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land."
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew."
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am "... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon..."
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
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irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall..."
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
"A burnt house, for a cut alder."
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets."
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow."
"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head."
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And "... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet."
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower."
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek."
iv
But what of the vowels?
"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie."
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land."
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew."
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am "... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon..."
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
inanga
![The irenicon
irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall..."
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
"A burnt house, for a cut alder."
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets."
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow."
"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head."
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And "... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet."
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower."
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek."
iv
But what of the vowels?
"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie."
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land."
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew."
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am "... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon..."
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
inanga](http://www.hogproductions.com/Writings/The-irenicon/i-9SkRh6d/0/L/DSCF0058-L.jpg "The irenicon
irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
\"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall...\"
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
\"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight\",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
\"A burnt house, for a cut alder.\"
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
\"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets.\"
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
\"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key\"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.\"
\"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head.\"
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
\"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out\",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And \"... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet.\"
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
\"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower.\"
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
\"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,\"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
\"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek.\"
iv
But what of the vowels?
\"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees\",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
\"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued\",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
\"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie.\"
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
\"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
\"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land.\"
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
\"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew.\"
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am \"... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse\",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
\"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,\"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
\"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon...\"
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
inanga")
The irenicon
irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall..."
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
"A burnt house, for a cut alder."
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets."
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow."
"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head."
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And "... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet."
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower."
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek."
iv
But what of the vowels?
"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie."
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land."
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew."
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am "... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon..."
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
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irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall..."
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
"A burnt house, for a cut alder."
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets."
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow."
"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head."
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And "... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet."
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower."
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek."
iv
But what of the vowels?
"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie."
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land."
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew."
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am "... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon..."
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
inanga
See photo in original gallery.