‘WHATEVER HAPPENED TO EVE?’

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‘WHATEVER HAPPENED TO EVE?’

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Shirley Blamey & Mike Steeden

“Clouds above, what is this bloke on? He only introduced a new book a week or so ago…now another? Is the man off his head?”

Probably I am, however in my defence this one is more than a tad different from its forebearer. Firstly, a poles apart genre; secondly, it is co-authored with Shirley Blamey. It’s name is ‘Whatever Happened To Eve?’

Eighteen months previous I commenced collecting ever willing words for this story. A third of the book complete, the new words arriving were a motley crew who took it upon themselves to mutiny. Plainly, I was left with little choice but to have them walk the plank.

Then a stroke of good fortune. It was in September last year, having suffered a freakish eye injury some months previous that had slowed my progress down to a snail’s…

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Lada, Love and Harmony

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It had been a long winter and Lada was tired of staying in Iriy, the heavenly world of the dead, where she had to reside until the summer came. Veles, the ruler of forests and her companion in Iriy, had tried to entertain her, but there was a limit to the number of shapeshifting tricks that Lada could bear. She stood at the heavy, barred gates, the impatient tapping of her foot muffled by the giant oak’s leaves. She was straining her ears to hear Gerovit’s heavy footsteps amidst the deafening birdsong. Every spring, the god of war would come to Iriy and take Lada into the realm of the living to rule by his side.

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Suddenly, the gate creaked open, and Gerovit’s voice boomed, ‘Ready to go, my lady?’

‘Finally!’ Lada squeaked in rapture, and then added quickly, ‘Oh, it has nothing to…

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There are two ways of reproducing: physical and mental

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By SearchingTheMeaningOfLife With a great thank for the inspiration ❤

A Symposium which we must ever learn to know at least the mining of life. I mean, the main thing in our existence is these both poles; the Body and the Soul. Or as Dr C. G. Jung said;

Or as we might know about Cathars and Catharism, or Mani; the painter or the prophet; a revolutionary in the Zarathushtrian time in the old Persians. . They all are talking about these two part of us. and if we get to know both functions, we might find out the truth of our being here… or at least a part of it. 🙂 🙏💖

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The craving for reproduction is yet another element of love. There are two ways of reproducing: physical and mental. The loved ones join their bodies to reproduce. Intercourse is a divine thing, says Diotima, but the mental model of reproduction is superior because the soul gives birth to another indestructible ideas and feelings. Those who are pregnant in the soul are arrested by thought.

They are the poets, the artists, the wise men and, finally, the legislators who teach wisdom and righteousness. Thus, a lover can bring to the soul of the mistress the knowledge, virtue, respect for the good, the law and the good. The beauty, the truth and the virtue are three concepts and at the same time one. They are aspects of the same reality. Love is “the way to the more beauty”. This is the path of immortality. 
PLATONOS ‘SYMPOSIUM’ 
ABOUT THE PROJECT 
LIBRARY OF ANCIENT GREECE

Picture (1): ‘Fetus’ table by Tiffany Bozik

Source: http://www.lecturesbureau.gr /

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catharism

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mani_(prophet)

Lady Triệu – A Legend of the Vietnamese Resistance Movement

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Triệu Thị Trinh was born in the Nông Cống district of Vietnam in 225, a time where the Chinese occupied much of Vietnam, persecuting the native inhabitants of the land. From a young age Triệu Thị Trinh was left alone with her older brother, orphans trying to survive. Her elder brother married, and Triệu Thị Trinh having no other options was forced to live with them in their house. She was continually mistreated by her sister in law, a mean woman who would do her best to provoke Triệu Thị Trinh and abuse her at every given opportunity.

One day Triệu Thị Trinh snapped in response, and killed her sister-in-law in a fit of anger. Scared at the repercussions she would face, Triệu Thị Trinh fled to the hills and made herself a camp.

After much searching, her older brother discovered her hide-away and begged Triệu Thị Trinh to return…

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Atalanta Fugiens

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The German physician and alchemist Michael Maier served as a counsellor to the occult besotted Holy Roman Emperor Rudolf II in Prague, Capital of Bohemia, however the forces that would lead to the Thirty Years War were conspiring against the Emperor and Maier was forced to leave, first to England, where he composed a song for the royal wedding of Frederick V of the Palantine to Elizabeth Stuart, the daughter of James I, and then back to Germany in 1616, settling in Frankfurt am Main.

Atalanta Fugiens (Atalanta Fleeing)was published in 1617 by Johann Theodor de Bry in Oppenheim. de Bry published numerous works by authors aligned with the Rosicrucian movement and/or followers of the Swiss physician and occultist Paracelsus (incidentally also known as the ‘father of toxicology’).

An early example of a multi-media project, Atalantais comprised of 50 discourses, each accompanied…

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As Above, So Below

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5a0d38c66efde73d99c08c8b7355cf97[1] Tabula Smaragdina-Matthew Merian 1612 In her post on Hermes (► “Hermes & Writing in Ancient Greece”: “Collaboration with Alan Severs”✍️.-,) the wonderful Aquileana mentions the syncretic figure of Hermes Trismegistus (Hermes the Thrice Great, on account of being the greatest priest, the greatest philosopher and the greatest king). This figure who at various periods has been considered divine, semi-divine or legendary is nowadays shrouded in obscurity yet it once was a name to conjure with. As Aquileana has outlined the Greek-Egyptian deity in her post I will dealing exclusively with the Hermes Trismegistus who was the purported author of the Corpus Hermeticum and the Emerald Tablet.

In 1463 the great Florentine banker, power broker and patron of the arts Cosimo de Medici heard from his agent Leonardo de Pistoia that he had recently acquiredthe Corpus Hermeticum, part of the treasures rescued before the sack of Constantinople…

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Seven Eagles

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Figure XII-Sapientia Veterum Figure XII-Sapientia Veterum

The 40 illustrations of the Sapientia Veterum Philosophorum are among the finest and most striking of later (18th Century) alchemical art. Stanislas Klossowski De Rola, Balthus son and resident occult adviser to the Chelsea set in Swinging London, notes that it deserves to be seen in full, however I am unfortunately only able to present a limited number of images.

Reducing the royal art to only essential imagery, (glass vessel, dove, lion, rain, sun and moon), Sapientia shows the process of conjuration and separation of the elements in the ascent and descent of the dove, which occurs seven times in the manuscript. This transmigration of matter where the fixed is rendered volatile and the volatile fixed result in the so-called eagles, of which seven precede the exaltation of the Quintessence.

Figure VI Figure VI

Figure VII Figure VII

Figure VIII Figure VIII

Figure X Figure X

Figure XIV Figure XIV

Figure XXIX Figure XXIX

Figure XXXIII-Sapinetia Veretum Figure XXXIII

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About me :)

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Hi adorable friends. As I’m seeing and reading your wonderful posts, I see also that many of you have written a description about yourself.

Therefore, I’ve just thought to write a little to introduce myself;

My name is Aladin (or Written Alaedin because of the sound! 😉 Fazel, still looking for miracle lamp 😁

I was born in Tehran, Iran (Persian I’d like to say) , in a very strange and complicated family, with a father as a professional writer and a mother as a professional book-lover. They both were in a whole a lot in love with each other though, for my father, as every artist might be, the love of his wife wasn’t enough and as his books were mostly social romans with a main focus to love, there were many young female fans who were sending many love letters to him and he had indeed enjoyed them all. Yes my mother knew it and endured it. And even though as one time these letters weren’t enough coming, my mother had begun to write him as an ananum aspired fan, to help him strengthen his writing. that’s of course another story, I was always wondering about her love to my father.

I was not very talented in writing, as my brother was. He has got the whole of father’s writings craft as I, nevertheless, have also grown up between a bunch of books, was more interested in painting and playing music. Unfortunately, our life hadn’t run as one could wish, it became a traumatic life.

Anyway, long talk short sense 😉 I have used my talents, made music, played as an actor on the stage, worked as a journalist but finally, there were no chance to practice them in Iran after revolution in 1979, my brother and I came to Germany and I’m living here since 1985.

Of course, I didn’t want to write my curriculum vitae, just to let you know a little about me. 🙏💖🤞

Chimney Sweepers

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a great post in a wonderful way from those days which let us know and feel about it. Thank you, Stefania, ❤ ❤ “When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry ” ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep!”
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.”

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During the Industrial Revolution  thousands of  desperate people came to the cities seeking work, but those lucky who managed to find one soon realized that the average wage would have kept them in poverty for the rest of their lives. Justices were given authority over the children of poor families, and began to assign them to apprenticeships to provide them with work, food and shelter.

For master chimney sweeps, these small, defenseless children of powerless or absent parents were the perfect victims to be exploited in their business.

“When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry ” ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep!”
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.”

Their apprenticeships lasted seven years or even more, but being generally unsupervised, once the papers were signed, the children were completely left under the power of their…

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Offering

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And the #Spring lives for ever ❤❤

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If I could return to your sanctuary I would bring one last offering.  Those words you loved,  that you spoke a thousand times  or wrote just once.  I would place them near,  let those tender verses lie down beside you.
Wild Wood

A trampled path winds

its way through the

reaching arms of evergreen

to a misty wild wood where my

heart lies down with yours.

White tail deer nibble goldenrod

and lift the veil of solitude.

Spring showers and wild flowers

flourish there  where

April lives forever.

art © Joan Egert

In Memory

World Poetry Day

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