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<br />destination: beginning----> end <br />destination: end----> beginning <br />Sometimes one must venture into the opposite direction in order to come full circle and acquire NEW realizations from the SAME window-seat scenery. <br /><br />
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<br /><br />Wow dear Mr. Fro_t!!<br /><br /><br />destination: beginning----> end <br />destination: end----> beginning <br />Sometimes one must venture into the opposite direction in order to come full circle and acquire NEW realizations from the SAME window-seat scenery.<br /> <br /><br />THAT particular quotes of Your just openned full Phandora Box , isn’t ? ha-ha ;D - to more and more interfiere with TS religious posts and all the deep meaning we are (succesefully?) digging behind the Mega-Global Matrix of your Hoax.<br />Shall we beginns? - from Present to Past and and Back to nowa-days.<br /><br /><br />So,<br />May I highlight couple of immediate thoughts, that crossed my mind, as I read “: beginning----> end <br />: end----> beginning”…<br /><br />4 Quartets of TS Eliot, Emerald Tablet, Hermes Trismegistus, Dionysius the Areopagite, hermetism and indian vedas tradition<br /><br /><br />Besides the fact, that modern literature and ancient wisdom its one of my faaavorite topick-)) – THAT particular Front’s line is DIRECTLY applying to many of our researches and study durind loong/looud pre-bam phase.<br /><br />May I just go straight from the sources and then post lil bit of digging available from Wiki and els..<br /><br />HERE we go<br /><br /> <br /><br />East Coker from Four Quartets<br /><br /><br />In my beginning is my end. In succession<br />Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,<br />Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place<br />Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass.<br />Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,<br />Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth<br />Which is already flesh, fur and faeces,<br />Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.<br />Houses live and die: there is a time for building<br />And a time for living and for generation<br />And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane<br />And to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trots<br />And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto.<br /><br />[In my beginning is my end. Now the light falls<br />Across the open field, leaving the deep lane<br />Shuttered with branches, dark in the afternoon,<br />Where you lean against a bank while a van passes,<br />And the deep lane insists on the direction<br />Into the village, in the electric heat<br />Hypnotised. In a warm haze the sultry light<br />Is absorbed, not refracted, by grey stone.<br />The dahlias sleep in the empty silence.<br />Wait for the early owl.<br />In that open field<br />If you do not come too close, if you do not come too close, <br />On a Summer midnight, you can hear the music<br />Of the weak pipe and the little drum<br />And see them dancing around the bonfire<br />The association of man and woman<br />In daunsinge, signifying matrimonie-- <br />A dignified and commodious sacrament.<br />Two and two, necessarye coniunction,<br />Holding eche other by the hand or the arm<br />Whiche betokeneth concorde. Round and round the fire<br />Leaping through the flames, or joined in circles,<br />Rustically solemn or in rustic laughter<br />Lifting heavy feet in clumsy shoes,<br />Earth feet, loam feet, lifted in country mirth<br />Mirth of those long since under earth<br />Nourishing the corn. Keeping time,<br />Keeping the rhythm in their dancing<br />As in their living in the living seasons<br />The time of the seasons and the constellations<br />The time of milking and the time of harvest<br />The time of the coupling of man and woman<br />And that of beasts. Feet rising and falling.<br />Eating and drinking. Dung and death.<br /><br />Dawn points, and another day<br />Prepares for heat and silence. Out at sea the dawn wind<br />Wrinkles and slides. I am here<br />Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning. <br /><br />T. S. Eliot<br /><br /> <br /><br />Burnt Norton from Four Quartets<br /><br /><br />Time present and time past<br />Are both perhaps present in time future,<br />And time future contained in time past.<br />If all time is eternally present<br />All time is unredeemable.<br />What might have been is an abstraction<br />Remaining a perpetual possibility<br />Only in a world of speculation.<br />What might have been and what has been<br />Point to one end, which is always present.<br />Footfalls echo in the memory<br />Down the passage which we did not take<br />Towards the door we never opened<br />Into the rose-garden. My words echo<br />Thus, in your mind.<br />But to what purpose<br />Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves <br />I do not know.<br />Other echoes <br />Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow? <br />Quick, said the bird, find them, find them, <br />Round the corner. Through the first gate,<br />Into our first world, shall we follow<br />The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.<br />There they were, dignified, invisible,<br />Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,<br />In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,<br />And the bird called, in response to<br />The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,<br />And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses<br />Had the look of flowers that are looked at.<br />There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.<br />So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,<br />Along the empty alley, into the box circle,<br />To look down into the drained pool.<br />Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,<br />And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,<br />And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,<br />The surface glittered out of heart of light,<br />And they were behind us, reflected in the popool.<br />Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.<br />Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,<br />Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.<br />Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind<br />
Cannot bear very much reality.<br />Time past and time future<br />What might have been and what has been<br />Point to one end, which is always present. <br /><br /> <br /><br />T. S. Eliot<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />Law of Attraction and the Emerald Tablet of Hermes<br /><br /><br />The Emerald tablet of Hermes is an essential and core document in the teachings of the Law of Attraction. <br /><br />The tablet is a short inscription on a green stone and it details the law of attraction and the law of manifestation. <br />The Emerald was originally thought to have been discovered by “Balinas”. He wrote down the entire text in the syriac language.<br /> This stone is so important that many have provided their own translations including the famous Sir Issac Newton.<br />The Emerald Tablet if Hermes and the Law of Attraction is supported by a number of other independent sources including quantum physics.<br />The Emerald Tablet is also the basis of spiritual alchem.<br /><br />Here is a version of the Emerald Tablet of Hermes taken from 12th century Manuscript.<br /><br /><br />“True without falsehood, certain most certain<br />What is above is like what is below, and what is below is like that which is above. To make the miracle of the one thing.<br />And as all things were made from the contemplation of The One, so all things were born again from one adaptation.<br />It’s Father is the Sun, its Mother is the Moon.<br />The Wind carried it in its womb, the Earth breastfed it.<br />It is the Father of all works of wonder in the World.<br />It’s power is complete.<br />If cast to Earth, it will separate Earth from Fire, the subtle from the gross.<br />With great capacity it ascends from Earth to Heaven. Again it descends to Earth, and takes back the power of the above and below.<br />Thus you will receive the glory of the distinctiveness of the World. All obscurity will flee from you.<br />This is the whole most strong strength of all strength, for it overcomes all subtle things, and penetrates all solid things.<br />Thus the World was created.<br />From this comes marvellous adaptations of which this is the procedure.<br />Therefore I am called Hermes Thrice Crowned, because I have three parts of the wisdom of the whole World.<br />And complete is what I had to say about the work of the Sun. <br /><br />
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