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Forty Two Years Ago Today…

Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted. —Albert Einstein ____Caer Llywdd’s Late August Activities….Click On The Images For Larger Pics….. So you have to start somewhere…. this is a bit of an update and all. Here is a picture of the Absinthe fountain that Mary got me this last Winter Solstice, with the 50 centime coasters as well… this is a very sweet fountain, and has greatly added to the Absinthe Ceremony…

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Poesy Poesy Poesy…

Not much to say… This has been building since Tuesday….Bright Blessings,GwyllmOn The Menu: The Links Aquelarre: A Tale From Basque Lands… Poetry For The Dying Summer: Alfred Perceval Graves ___________The Links: Portal to mythical Mayan underworld found in Mexico Clash Of Clusters Provides New Dark Matter Clue Pictured: Divers discover amazingly preserved shipwreck of HMS London on bottom of Thames Sabertooth Cousin Found in Venezuela Tar Pit — A First ____________Aquelarre: A Tale From Basque Lands…I.In the territory which stands…

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The Divine Hafiz….

“One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.” -Hafiz “Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.” -HafizOne of those larger entries, with lots of stuff…. I want to thank Roberto Venosa for his gift last year of ‘The Orientalist’ an overview…

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Dianes’ Blessings….

O Lady the hem of whose garment is the sky, whose grace falls from her glance, who gives life from the touch of one finger O Lady whose hair is the willow, whose breath is the riversong, who lopes thru the milky way, baying, stars going out, O Lady whose deathshead holds a thousand eyes eye sockets black imploded stars, who trails frail as a northern virgin on the mist, O lady fling your bright drops to us, emblems of…

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The Loom of Dreams

“As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.” – Arthur Symons __________A quick one… (well, not really) Not much to say, except it has been a social and work whirl around the digs… 2 days of celebration of Mike & Julie’s wedding (more on this below), followed by Rowan’s gang showing up for D&D on Sunday…

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Wanderings Of The Young Dragon

So here we are on the edge of a beautiful weekend…. Julie and Mike are getting married tonight, and we’ll be there to share in the moment. As I said, they are a lovely couple. It is gonna be a wild ride for the next few days!Rowan turned 18 today! Time has flown, and here it all is, from a child to a man. He is heading off this next week to Ashland for a bit of adventure at the…

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The Spilled Cup..

Go sweep out the chamber of your heart. Make it ready to be the dwelling place of the Beloved. When you depart out, He will enter it. In you, void of yourself, will He display His beauties. -Mahmud Shabistari So it has been a few days of feeling inspired around Turfing… This often happens when I discover new poetry, see a good film, hear some great music… or all of the above. I like the feeling of the event horizon…

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I Have Forgotten

“If you lose all differentiation between yourselves and others, fit to serve others you will be. And when in serving others you will win success, then shall you meet with me; And finding me, you shall attain to Buddhahood.” – Milarepa A Beautiful day, before the scorchers coming…. low lying clouds over Portland, cool breezes. A strange summer. The weather goes up and down. The plants and the bees are all confused.There are some notable contributions today, from Scott Taylor…

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Glasgow Zen…

summer evening – through the open window an old song Alan Spence – Seasons of the HeartBooks I am currently reading, or on the table awaiting their turn: The Drunken Universe Purity of Blood The Gary Snyder Reader A Druids Herbal of Sacred Tree Medicine and last but not least: Inner Paths To Outer Space A couple of these are for review for The Invisible College, and a few others are for pure pleasure (Gary Snyder & Purity of Blood)I…

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Making Magic…

(Ayahuasca Dream – Roberto Venosa) A bit of the wonders for this Friday… the 1st of August. A taste of beauty, a vision of longing, and those secret joys. Happy to share some of my favourite subjects with you.I hope you enjoy the flow, as much as I did putting these together. — Bright Blessings,Gwyllm _________On The Menu: Eric Satie Quotes Eric Satie Gymnopédie1 Making Magic – Peter Gorman Entheogen Meadow (Eric Satie – Gnossiennes) Peruvian Poet: Cesar Vallejo Cesar…

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