Tuesday, 12 June 2012

selected bardic tracts



To what Primal Power

To what Primal Power do I owe my dues?
'Tis the Power of the mystic tri-Goddess so true
Of the Maiden Mother Crone modern times it little knows
Yet she was the original theme of poetry
Her troubadours opening for to see the Matrix
Not the celluloid one
That links us up where we come from
Kings and Queens and Bards in People
From the place where all is equal
And who though wars now rend us apart
Is still the lone subject of this art.
Bequeather of Kings behind all things
Enveloping all in her charms of ice and fire
Elusive ever present earth mother Gaia
Knower of men's minds
Bestower well inclined to nurture and to chide
Hear her call inside your ear
No fear is so opaque as to obcure her
There is no cure for her love
She will get you eventually
Though you may reject her
Have no names for her
Or only those to revile
She all the while
Made you from clay
Gave you life and days
Raised you
Played with you
With some horn-led consort tangled and met
Till this world was set
Now you can't forget
She spoke in the ear of those Dragon Kings of old
And so this story will unfold

Sumerian Origin 

The Sumerian Stone Tablets discovered in their thousands Tell of the full administrative religious agricultural and Cosmological life and origins on Earth Listen as I speak the birth Of cities of people before and after the flood’s deluge In the fertile cresent of the Euphrates the cradle used To make man Where was an amazing civilization According to cuniform wedge shaped glyphs On these tablets, unexpected gifts From the past which astonishing tosay Specifically and scientifically relay That Annunaki came from the sky And made a man the earth to ply For the orme gold This man was called Adapta or Adama Begat by Birth Goddesses in the Temples of Procreation A hybrid made for menial tasks with genetic limitations Arduous on those priestesses to keep up the production Hybrids cannot reproduce they need this skilled induction It has come to be understood generally That these stone texts tell the same story That in Genesis is written down in less detail Yes the Old Testament portrayal Of Adam and Eve by God conceived Has its’ root in far older Sumeria please Understand that the Dead Sea Scrolls Of a far profounder knowledge told And that Sky Gods were what they meant. Anu the Sun father sired Enlil and Enki His sons by different mothers Sibling rivalry was with these half brothers Enki felt the ruling line Came always through the Mothers side Enlil was made general Lord of the Earth Enki of the Sea was made an engineer, of quite some worth This was ordained from space by these Annunaki Who sound to me just like the Illuminati At Nippur Enlil’s temple stood long The male side of the family was coming on strong Dominance of nature was going on Though not all sources agree It seems to have been much the degree Enki designed a mortal to work very hard Not too bright a bit of a retard With his sister Ninki fashioned from clays Homonculi inspiring it life with her ways So keen for gold these Annunaki were That soon Enki thought the treatment not fair Of his creation he had made Cursed to mine for all his days Perhaps his little golem child blew his mind He saw its’ potential thought his overlords unkind Enlil made Edin as Lord of All Earth This is as Genesis chapter the first Exepting that God just isn’t around It does correspond the scholarship’s sound Enki gets to be the snake Tries to get Adam and Eve to wake By munching opon the knowledge tree That was good for your spirituality Yet Enlil it was who kicked them out for it And Enki who fitted them out with new kit Sourced his golems some prime DNA Saying you don’t have to be this way You shall be able to be who you are Know of yourself and of the stars To have children so you’re not dependent on us You bet his actions caused lots of fuss With bright mind awareness these people came Perhaps were Cro-Magnons to give them a name Suddenly civilized with knowledge of stars From where had they come to fly so far? When it came to the flood, that was Enlil’s doing This was a party he was poo-pooing Yet Enki the Engineer gave the measure Of a stout vessel that could weather Angry Enlil’s dire deluge And when the storm at last was through Enki, Noah and All started again From that anchient mountain range I hear of them set up in Egypt Developing a magic that eclypsed Enlil’s lot who were mining again He was not keen on them using brains The Tower of Babel was Enlil’s instigation Scrambling up all human communication Trying to thwart the divine spark That Enki had felt to impart Seeding thinking everywhere This was getting Enlil scared Tensions built up looks to blow a fuse With a whole diplomatic subterfuge The Royal Gods at loggerheads Then it came that thing we dread A nuclear war sparred by Enlil’s two sons Blew Sodom and Gemorrah to kingdom come The fall out blew over the Euphrates Killed all of Sumer and some of the deities It is said that Enlil hated their wisdom and learning So finally conspired to set it all burning He had to temper it after that collaterol And Enlil played it less uni-lateral Retired a bit as the ages rolled The little man was out of control And forming a world from his own native ken Away from the fall out and explosions Where there would be floods and there would be fire But some they were living who were inspired To ride out misfortune and live to the max This story on stone tablets was written as facts  


True Kings

When true Kings drank the moon blood of their Queens
In the old days there once had been
A time said of where governance fair and fine
Was maintained of a faerie line
Chose by that vessel of the Grail
Whom with Regal name all did hail
Hers was the task to pick the man
Who could so rule over the land
Fed with her magic potent menses
Her King possessed fully woken senses
And so could no tyrant become
With him Grail enriched her work was done
And with measured rod and a rune writ ring
Only through her could he hold office of a King
And he had warriors yes who warred for his realm
But scientists and mathematicians numbered there as well
They could reckon the vast tracts of space
As on earth so in the heavens they saw how it was placed
There was made a continuous choir of voices that make such noises
Inspired with breath to invoke
The mathematical harmony of spheres
As musics hum to make it clear
So that here on earth did behest
That a world be foundationed best
All in all with profound recognition of movements celeste
All in all with sound and light involved
Long ago had such sciences evolved
When mage-mapped mathematical proportions were notched
By diligent digiticians who keenly watched
The stars in precession
In nocturnal sessions
And plotted the course
With pendulum clocking through gravitational force
The mark of stellar motion the sum and the line
The ancient peoples knew the number underlying
Unencumbered by falsehood beauty intrinsic in design
In andulivian times
The great great grandfather of Noah
The knower of number known as Enoch
Had been whisked to our Hyperborian latitudes by Watchers or God
And given numbers most odd
Which he understood not at all
Though he took down their last detail
So such sages through the ages worked out the scheme
That lay hidden between
The fabric and the seam
Of all creation
And with their gazing they scried divine matriculation
That system of systems of worlds in co-existant relation
Reciprocating in reasoned yet riddlesome rhymes
Such as when seen dancing set patterns in the sky
Have you wondered why the sun and moon seem to us the same size?
You will realize
When to view from earth, sun’s flaming corolla at eclipse
It appears to us the moon on the sun precisely fits!
Or then again, how does Venus
A pretty pentagram so describe
When arching the heavens
Upon it’s eight yearly stellar ride?
Ancient heads endevoured
These phenomena to record
And of an accord
Charted the harmonic laws
Revealed in all
Within all sourced
So the ratio and proportion
Of Temples was endorsed
And recorded on rulers
As a matter of course

Ancient Warriors

Ancient Warriors of these hills
Dome dwellings were crafting
Bent with their fingers skill
Which formed also
The land as it does lie
Well before the plough
Now obscured to modern eye

Yet what I was taught was it were
Harsh barbaric trash that lot
Yet to me they are a past to future
Calling to task that's what

Let us go with them through ages
Seen in time's omnipotent eye
(That knows all beneath
this sun sentinelled sky)
To find a human mirth
A great girth of worth
This hilltop laughs
For me it's people still walk the earth

So for those who laugh at me
"A right one" they say
I may do rites
But left is a much maligned way
Yet where 'ere I go
I'll tap bardic flow
And look with an eye
That once I know skried
A landscape

I dream'd I'd seen scenes
Of their houses and homes
-a hundred host
I saw all sorts I'm sure
Full grown youth elder and child living close
Encamped in the land that they loved the most
Calling to me now
As I sit with crow
And my cloak opens up
This vista to you
Once peopled these hills
Once peopled again
Build harmoniously now
For foundations remain
Yes again once again
Comes the timeless refrain

For the time is now when bards wake from death
Where inquisition fires took up our mortal flesh
Yet from where we were burned
That time has it turned
And we must emerge from our forced sleep
No longer held back on the pain of that sorrow
But skywarding on with a song of tomorrow
It's a song that is old and it's one that I borrowed
It's a message of hope on an old rotten road
It's a vow that is taken and not about faking
It's about healing the stealing of those Inca's gold

Because I tell most lies
My lyre will spell it out
-from where we began
See through such eyes as we have discussed
See through the surrounding golfcourse (such I curse)
To one metropolis top
Megalithic citadel of one common lot
Revealed as words unveil the trail
From past to future this culture hails

Our purposes now must intwine to survive
It's climate change surely that's showing us why
It's now and it's here and everyplace
Watch now as this all shows a face

And if we can attend we'll work out the how
With action make means to end all this now
Re-people the hills with harmonious homes
I know the council
Would quickly evict all the domes
But here's my own future vision
Once a split second glimpse
Of how we can be living in synergetic style digs
That fit in with our needs not exascerbate greeds
That have got us all into these perilous fields

Once an atom is split
There is no denying it
Yet Lovelock chains Gaia
To the nuclear path
Dares not to say that this age can pass
When machines exponential need for more power
Is our only course in this deadly hour

What! Atomics for fuel who's fooling who?
We don't need that much yet more subtle a touch
Livin' in a hut
It's a hint
With wind and solar
If we catch gust and glint
That's spoken out loud by this common bard
and other brave questors many at large
Are making brave gestures to sort out this farce
I know that what's done could be said to be sparse
But vision seeded this poem instructs it will last
And we shall be freed from the national grid's clasp.

Go then span out some blessed plot
It's not something one has got
It's not something one can own
But some kind of magic matriculation we are shown
It is granted because we are born from it
I've seen it visioned and the vision fits
Into the hills environment
I know there are those who will resent
But that world is vulnerable stuck in cement
The enclosures act
borders tax and war
What can a poor man say? Well
Ancient hills speak of another way

So from a vision seeded in my nineteenth year
Much has grown in this time it has appeared
Dear people it's a common future dream
In the face of ten thousand ten million
Techno dislogical nightmare schemes

For poesy and technos in the original tonue
Are poetry and technology as they now are sung
Are essences made from intellect's raw hewn hearts
Newly divorced from their fable
In the philosophic cradle of ancient greek minds
The effect of such sages through subsequent ages
Was though to be good but has prooven unkind

For it formed a disunion polarized human kin
From inside the mind so to outside at large
Sad society's wars violent cycles cause
Making rife the broken lives
That translates into sharper knives
Longer stronger better till gunpowder bangs
And atomic dust is result of our crimes

It's a logical step
So here's one to bless
I suggest it is best
To take the best of the rest
Attest we have raped
With the worst of machines
Acknowledge we also
Can clean up these scenes

A conquest internal to external heal
A radical reach out one we can feel
For technos is not wrong or in itself bad
But balance to poesy once we all had

Who can reach out o'er this dying land
Who can draw forest from desert sand
Who can resolve conflict be not fearful of love
So we can be happy as below so above
A culture is here and is speaking so clear
Of mending and blending
Not of bleeding and bombing

It's a call for all bards to speak for the earth
An action all healing not a death dearthing dirge

We are human kin of the eternal race
We have inherant poise love compassion and grace
Beautiful lives if we'll give them a go
I hope you've enjoyed my first bardic show

Avalon by coracle

The battered royal curragh
Carries three away
From a shore besmirched
With smoking pyres
And the slain of Cammlan

Sounds cacophonous that mix
Shouts of victory
With the groans of the dying
Now fade to the dipping of the oars

Wounded grievous by his own bastard progeny
Mordred son of lustful murdered Morgause
So it is Arthur ab Uther Pendragon is tended
As they ripple the water towards Avalon

It was Morgana sister to Morgause
Who eager for him to supplant the throne
Taught the berieved child
Emnity of his father

That sorceress was twisted from the first
By second sighted knowledge of her only brother
Arthur's incestual extramarital conception
When shape-changed
Uther had lain
By Merlin's magic
With Morgana's mother
The unsuspecting Igraine

Morgana set son
To kill father
Foil the cause
That the wizard began

Yet now we see her Arthur heal
Ameliorated in this gliding barge's keel

From the perilous era
After the Roman's rule ran it's course
A real hero or King depending on your source
Arthur arose in our commonly cherished myth history
For who brought us together once
Will do it again it is to be

Here we see him floating to Avalon
Tended by Morgana and Nimue
Sorceresses light and shade
With power equal feared
Come together with tears often
For their once and future king

He moving to his underworld rest
With wounds a plenty
From cuts of his power craving
Magic maddened son
Whom Arthur slew in mortal straits

Yet some deeper filial love
Brought this Morgana
To her brother in this hour of need
She whom with eldritch oft' him tried to kill
Was thwarted each time by Nimue
Now both him tend and heal

So guide they him to Avalon
In slumber we are informed
As others also lie sleeping
Beneath waves and in crystelline caves

Subsumed Titans giants
Conquered by the rising Gods
Of a newer age
But not finally destroyed
Prophesying still
From their deep sleep states

As Atlas to Atlantis
So Giant Albion to Great Britain
Waiting their curtain call
As sleepers awake
(This myth I take from one William Blake)

Nimue was loved of Merlin
She who learned all he gave
She who cast back the circling spell
With which he had her contained

Leaving him to sleep it off
In Butleigh woods for an age
Enchanted by his own enchantry
He could not help but teach her

Does he sleep here
Alongside these others

Does prime bard Taliesin himself
Fly at us through histories haze
To tell the current story
Unended as it was from his time
However blurred the fact and fable

Does he in truth enable us
Entreat us to awake ourselves
To note how that bell once again does toll
That once on Atlantean towers
So did ring

And what is it to us in this age
What of this chivalry and nonsense
What to us in our common place
And mundane electric age
Of techno screams
What from that age
Of sword wrought
Romantisized bowdlerized
Holy what-not justification
Is of use or relevence
To us now?

What of slumbering Titans
What of sleepers that wake
What of prophesying dreamers

What future is now a past projection
Recollection of memory selective
To bring these strains to you

And so what of it all? 

It is said that the Scythians first here were
Before Sumer Hittite and Phoenician Warriors
Also the Sarmatians in green dragon-like scales
Older than the Egyptians, the oldest who set sail
Legendary Tuathe d'Anu sprung from their band
When they first came to Eire and Scottish land
Seafaring Scythians the Ring Lords of yore
Were the root stock from the time before
Near the Black Sea originally or thereabouts
They got about we can have no doubt
Bearing the banner of the Dragon
That was mimicked by the Romans
Queens their Kings and warriors
Traveled across Asia and Europe
To many locations and to Hyperboria
Within the woods of Caledonia where
Pict-Sidhe made mischief marvelously
With the run rings round Roman army
Who called them Picture People Picts
As with colour and design their faces were licked
Truly Lords and Ladies of the Northern Forests
Though they could not forever the new order resist
By the time of Constantine AD 751
A whole new world had begun
The Roman Catholic Church it had arrived
They reduced the Tuathe to faerie size
Mythologizing those who had been real
Reducing their power with new religious zeal
Obscuring memories of the nomadic races
This was political spin from high places
With armies of might behind, courtesy of their new Kings
What do we find? A spot of ethnic cleansing
That one Donation of Constantine could now bring in
A spurious document if ever there was one
Detailing that the Pope could create by divine sanction
All Kings from his God-given crowning hand
Though Charlemaine for one saw the underlying plan
Of deceit lies and murder that had forged it
In truth though he lived it he deplored it
His mother was of the Merovingian Line it seems
Descended from King David and Jesus the Nazarene
The new style Kingship subverted the Queen
Without whom no Kings had ever been
Replacing her with a pious old man
Privy to God who speaks his command
After Christ’s death on the cross
The obsolete Queens were collateral loss
Now the Pope could decide
Who would commit genocide
This document allowed it all to be
Alas alas for the Grail Dynasty
For can you hear the keening
It is the Cri de Melusine
Her lonely heart still pines
There way out on the extreems
She has seen times both harsh and bleak
Know now of whom it is I speak
Mermaid Melusine last of the line
She who lived at the same time
As when was implemented the Donation
Of Emperor Flavius Constantine
With marital betrayal as well
She became exiled to her own hell
Which is to orbit the Earth long
Crying her heart rending song
Lady lizard Queen refined
Grail maiden since olden time
Fountain faerie soul sublime
Last Queen of the Elfin Line
At least as regards unbroken
Lineage by bards be spoken
Of Who is descended from Whom
This all Kings are impelled to do
They need some worthy line to be or assume
These geneologic bards would link their kin
With those seen as befitting
To be seen as related to
A most crucial thing this was to do
For all their power and killing
They still needed credibility in
The public eye
Needed it all the time
Melusine was the ultimate catch
For any aspiring Royal match
Her paradox is because Constantine’s
Donation is responsible for falsely
Costing us the loss of her precious line
And really everyone knows
The emperor wears no clothes
Yet she is perceived as half this half that
Desirable yet demoniac dynastocrat
Depicted both as the devil’s daughter
And also of the highest regal order
Melusine we have found you
Here in the heart of this story
You were sent out of bounds
We are here to restore you
You of the line that once ran the temple
Where nine maidens preserved their menstrual
Bloods in a cup for the imbibing of Kings
That it might them good Kingship bring
You whose mother Pressyne was deceived by her step-son
Nathas whose jealous tongue all your sadness begun
Pressyne's husband King Elynas was by these lies beguiled
Which forced your mother Pressyne into vow fated exile
This was because she had bade him never
Spy on her birthing or feeding their babes
When Elynas was tricked into your nursery
She left forever with her daughters three
To your own fate this was precursory
Much the same happened to you
There was nothing that you could do
Betrayed by a foolish serpentine word
Spoken where several people heard
By Raymond de Verrieres first Compte d'Anjou
He who had made marriage vows to you
But your husband who knew of your lizard skin
Spoke and broke the trust that you'd given him
Implying you possessed bat wings and a mermaid's tale
You left this world the marriage failed
The Dragon features had been your mothers curse
Of the three sisters she punished you the worst
For the penance you meted out on your dad
His slip of tongue that had made you all mad
Because of you your father went half insane
On the high Northumbrian mountain range
Where you and your sisters had imprisoned him
When he died so sorely your mother was missing him
She built a great tomb with statue and inscription
Guarded by Grymault the Giant's eternal protection
Melusine daughter of Pressyne fountain faerie before you
Your fate forged by feelings forced through
You and your sisters who gave grief to Elynas
Though you didn't know it was not his fault
In a web of deceit he had become caught
Your father lost it with that in his face
And Nathas was made King in his place
This tale of your life it has much sorrow
Yet I do have hope for your tomorrow
You who pine the loss of each relative
On the outer stratospheres a fugitive
Spied with your wonderful serpent tail
Expelled out of reach to forever wail
You whose ancestry stemmed from when
Royal Egyptian and Scythian Houses did blend
Confirming the line as new culture was bred
By consenting Queens that chose who they'd bed
A bloodline long was theirs they had birthed
The Starfire they gave it quenched cosmic thirst
Better even than Orme Gold
Governance fey it let unfold
From Tiamat the original Dragon Queen
Of the Eden founding Annunnaki
A.k.a. the Shining Ones Elves or Elohim
Who with Cro-Magnon Man inbred their destiny
Teaching agriculture up in high Eden
From where spreading out new culture began
Through Princess Scota to Scotland's Albany Kings
Whose ancestors were crocodile cult Egyptians
Through Solomon David Mary and Jesus
To Northumberland and Caledonia's woods
Where were living the original Robin Hoods
Then to the Verrieres de Forez near St Etienne

At Lusina ‘light bringer’ where stands your fountain
The people and the land are all interwoven strands
That this is what once was, few now understand
Such a rich and ancient line of muse inspired kings
To be extinguished with a document is one of those things
Accepted and forgotten but I’m telling you now
That we think it’s a fraud is there any way how
You can come back to help us ‘cos we need your touch
And we really do miss you so very much

Prologue of ‘Epos Propagandum’
A Rhythmic Epic by
Squirm Gadfly, Pok the Bard

Niberu Attacks

The night sky was rent top to bottom
With a cascade of pure stars
Like a river twixt vertical banks of dull cloud
So it was I was sat up in my thin shawl
Chanting up to it all
From the slope of this hillside

There the Seven Spiralling Sisters
The Pliedes so named
Shining out their brilliance
For so much are they famed
As the star channel seemed opened up
A crystal river in my brain
Touching nodes to those stars within
Linking up for me a capability to see
Sensitive to degrees
Of perception of deceptions truly spied
To see what it is
Of Rebels and Lizards
From these far flung parts
Bringing their lifeforce
Their wars and their arts from long ago
Now remembered in form poetical
So as not to alarm too much
The delicate skin that can not abide
These things coming in

It's a mythopoetic shock that's for sure
There's not alot I can do to button it down
But I'll make it sit well
As I sit well in my gown

And round that rolling sky turned
As I sat chanting
Burning holes in the sky
As I realized
I was sat square on
To Orion's three stars
That belt that he wears
As he hunts and sees far
Sees into my eye as I see back to him
And I know that some story
Is about to begin

A smatter of rain
The scene crystal change
A portal of course
Opens up it's doors
And who's standing there
In garments so queer
Saurian Royalty
Moving in near to me
Beaming down again
Across the tracts of space

Curious now how
I do know his face
It is the Lord Enki
He of whom you may not have heard
But I have have known his golden blood
It tingles inside of me
And I recognize the astral gate
That I have related here
And his eye
Locks on mine
And I feel that dreadful surge inside
As I did when first his DNA
Docked with mine
And I am transported out of time
Jettisoned to fractilize
Witness to his Royal Line
Knowing it was our gold they mined
Flowing in such Royal veins
Did it cause them to see
So Deep into the Mystery
Space travel was easy
(as long as you had the worker bees)
But to liberate the soul?
And to give a soul free will?
It was beyond most God's minds
At that particular hour

They had made a slave trade of our ancestors
Mining gold from the solar systems pastures
We were made first from clay
These Gods witheld their DNA
In making rooms
Suitable Golems choose
We were human homonculine
Who did the work the Gods declined
Stripping the Solar System for gold
Cromagnon Man was the choice for the plan
Recieved some magic DNA from the can
From God overlords Annunaki
Prince Enlil ordained
That they could have so much not more
For the creatures would be hard to control

Anu Sun God
Issued the decree
It was not to be
All these creatures to be free

Lord Enki was not like the rest
Lord Enki acted for the best
In making with Cromagnon
He poured more DNA
Than regulation stated
And made a race to be strong and wise
To live to their best and to fractilize
To be on a level and to harmonize
Like the Gods with our gold in thier blood

The plan Enki set good was to liberate man
The spark defiant from his own hand
The gold-greedy Gods could do what they liked
He held the gift and gave it freely

A planet called Tiamat was a hell of a gas
Major strategic prospecting site
And a crazy nightlife alas
Destroyed in the fighting
These Gods were delighting
Orion and Sirius allied for the purpose
Of aquiring mineral rights
On our systems
For they needed the orme gold to fractilize blood
They couldn't do it just because they were Gods
Drones of ourselves DNA weak doing the work
Were unenlightened that all this
Need not be so

For gold we were mining for some other ones minds
Into space they would go but where's that leave us?

The Solar System got wasted
Under attack from invaders
And you bet that made us a little mad
Tiamat was smashed into
By enterprizing King Zuzu
It breaks apart forming the asteroid belt

A piece of it too formed our Earth pearly blue
Yet our meridians all got shot away
We acupunctured with stones
'Cos we were rising from drones
Our DNA responded deep in our bones
Activatin' our native kin tone
Opening up for the first times
In suitable places
Like around the Black Sea
And in the land Sumerian
From where this story came
Civilization's cradle so-called
Mesopotamia Africa
Our first step as travelling man
Heading out from our origins
When it must have been
Pretty much Pangaia Gondwana
Where the continents were all one landmass
And creatures lived that are no more

Here the Annunaki had their Making Rooms
So it is read on the Sumerian Stone
When the human began
Seeding in the land
And went about all over the globe
In the making of this human world
Propagating life seemingly all their own
And leading off through time immemorial
To the present day where sure to say
Darth Vader himself is due
In the rebuilt deathstar Niberu
Riding with the Nazgul
To clash with Unicorns
Of Universal Law
With bets on for the final draw
And Anu vengeful at fall of face
Spying on the human race
Plotting with Illuminati
To settle old scores or so they think
While most of us don't even blink
I guess it passed 'em by
Just some sunspots in the sky
Some fallen spaceships they had to hide
Just someone off their tree
Just some new anomalie
Some corn circles coded
How they're not bent they're noded
But what it means we are not sure

So Kosmik King Arthur Galactic Man
Will have to wake up now it's got that mad
As excaliber's scabbard
Waits in Cedar Row
It's just below
The ancient mile
Zodiacal Children
Uphold the grail
They are tracking the star map
That leads to the dog
That Waggies it's tail
With a wink and a nod
To Sirius's rainbow glower
With our heightened psi power
Climaxed July twenty third
Haven't you heard?
Jedi are giving lessons on
The diamond star grid
To which all zodiac co-ordinates
Are astro-lectrically linked
On a crystal lotus seat
Within a constellation brain
It's a high motivation ratio
It will change your life again
It's fitted in so neat
With delegates replete
From all continuum quarters
All their sons and daughters
Untold hordes of Gods
And all the freaks
Who work against the odds
With incarnations of avatars
Who needy for the work
Are lined up inside Avalon
With their feet upon the earth
Stamping out a rhythm
To lighten up the lines
Crumblin' up corruption
and turnin' round the times
As figures from the tarot
Vie for place with archetypes
Of comparative world view systems
Who are working through the night
As I sit watching from my hillside
With the golden blood a flow
I look out over Apple Vale
And what is it I know?
The Centaur and the Auroch
The Bear and Scorpion
Are calling to the Unicorn
To come at once it's true
To coil it's horn that heals so well
And place it in the dew
For our water has been poisoned
As do glow the fish
To transform it to medicene
Is what we all so wish

So I conferred with Neptune
Who still reigns o'er the sea
To take his chariot and trident
Up to Faslane immediately
And wave it at the nuclear subs
And neutralize their balls
I had to be brave because his tidal waves
Could take out our state city walls
I asked him too about
the state of his sleeping friends
Of Arthur and Kronos
had the Titans sleep come to an end?
He said "Great you've asked
we'll be seeing them again.
For you've told it all about the place
This story of your human race
And cos' that's done t'will come alive
All the Mythos held inside
Is crawling round the Zodiac
Expressed unseen in archetypes
That move independantly
Conforming to you're stories plan

Figures in the land appear
Linking dreamtime imagery clear
In the pool of our mind eye
In the merge of earth and sky
In this bowl of runic soup
We alphabet a cosmic loop
Played music with the group
Acted mysteries with our troupe
Lighted up the sacred grove
Touched to spark some ancient node
In the limelight of our tale
We heard the songline of the whale
The desert men all droned in too
Playing on the didgeredoo

The stage was set with sparkelling stars
The Glastonbury Grail and all zodiacs are
Abundent with cards from the major arcana
And a challenge there was to take place
For under this moon there was a tremor
When people of the Dragon Clan
Went and tuned it in
And the many jewelled Scabbard
Lit up the Cedar Mile
And the blade that runs though Boltonsborough
Switched on it was this while
It was Light Sabre Excalibar
Turned on for us to use
As lights form round Avalon
And they begin to move
The precession of the Equinox
WAs alive opon the Vale
And all creatures astrologic
Were dancing round the Grail
Acting out a sacred play
Moving in symphony
Animated imaginings
Arising from Maltwood's positioning
Aligned to her true poetic heart
Designed intrinsic divine art
Each arch archetype ranging loose
Every one a free will to choose
Finding the key to their own thing
Doin' reiki on their kin
'Specially 'im with 'is injury
The Lance that marred the horserider's back
It was loosed!
With a cry of rage and pain
Arthur had wrenched free the spear
From where it had lodged deep in his flank
And thrown it with faltering strength
At sudden incoming alien assailants
Yes what's this!
What's that!
A surprise attack
Niberu Starfighters painted black!
They swept past and all gave fire
Consequences were looking dire

So the Great Worm of Pitney
Turned and did spit he
And it splattered against
The Dark Lords planes

A small grail that worm bore
In the fashion of an Anklyosaur
The shape of which turned out quite
Useful in the impending frey

The death star was swooping low
Giving off it's dodgy glow
And it sent it's death beam down to our grail

It's chaos down it threw
But the zap was caught
And ran round the grail's bowl
This reflection and richochet
The worm skillfully trained
Straight back to Niberu
And whacked a lump of granite
Out from it's crust

Meanwhile down by Langport
The gurt dog was frantic
Exited by all this
Mad galactic antics

He was barking at the Unicorn
Who was lodged nearby
And peering through from Willow Farm
You could see clearly why
The horn of the Unicorn
It was held aloft
And all the sparkelling cosmic ray
Was moving 'bout like dust

And that hub of fatal science
Hinkley Point by name
Could be said to have an aura
of a radioactive drain
Was now involved with archetype
Of very different brain
As the Unicorn levels his head
And skuffs his hooves
For a one way jousting game

Darth Vader, Moff Tarkim
Anu and Prince Enlil
Were hulled up on Niberu
Borg star machine
What had it seen?
This collective dark mind
It sure skipped a pulse
As it saw the Unicorn
Blip up on the screen

With horn coiled and ready
The Unicorn sped she
Towards the power station
Hinkley Point
As all the while
With their Renegede Queens
Rebel Orions
Slightly off-centeredly
Appeared on the scene
And Sirius let out a terrible blast
From Sauron's second hand
Microwave masts
Enveloped the scene
In a mind jam zone
But the Unicorn stood firm
Though now on it's own
For everything else had melted away
(Though they would return again later that day)

Now down to the river Parrot it dove
It darted arrow like silver alone
Tilting at target in it homed

When down came the Nazgul
Claws rent at it's flesh
But Unicorn magic
Puts them in a mesh!

Annunaki Starfighters
Are close on her tail
Dimension sheilds stop them
And all their shots fail

Flying hooves are all a blur
Going for that cosmic door
Hinkley Point there in her sights
Last hundred feet with all her might
One last spring from Pixie's Mount
In goes the horn
The world goes round
Startled workers do not know
The nature of the sparkly snow
The reason for the spinning earth
Is magnetic poles reversed

The horn is skewered in the wall
And this strange snow it falls
But we have now turned inside out
And from that lowly Pixie Mount
Has sprung non glowing holy light

So our Unicorn
Takes out her horn
Comes to stand and look
AS a wonder takes place
And a colour returns
A world's been replaced
A fountain been born

In the turn of time's timeless clocks
Bardic Tale like a mountain rocks
To where generations flocked
Come to hear the ancestral song
Yes it's been going on quite long
Yet now a tide is turning in the grail
Because it rhymes it bodes ye well
Mark this tide it's fall and rise
Then you won't be quite so surprised
In the landscape of mindquake and wake
It is never too late to recapitulate
It has been a long wait
But the story predates
The lies of the State
Can I relate how great
Is importance of this humming heads worth
Of stories fully heard
You've taken time to assimilate
Here's the mind food on a plate
No one can control your fate

Lord Enki gave the DNA
Or did it come another way?
With Annunaki in control
Most of us seem like trolls
Sauron's Towers help enslave us
Subjects of the microwave
Mordor Mind Technology
From death game toys to chip ID
An electro-magnetic blanket
Tucked in by overlords
Numbing up our psychic life
Puts us compartmentalized
Sleeping when we are awake
Never quite to correlate
Stuck in soap serial movie scripts
Repeating like a record's glitch
Scornful slander boss and worker
Never breaking from that order
That stultifies that gift of life
That gift of choice
That glimpse with light
To see some mystery
Portentious other histories
As I am weaving for you here
That I am leaving for your ear
So it can trickle in your brain
That we might have some hope down here
That we might have some fun again
Appropriately rearranged




The Druids

Yes there were Druids
Some of them Lords
Know that they governed
With Mystic wards

Warrior Menders
From before Roman towns
The Druids remembered
They passed wisdom down

A Thirteen moon calender
Well did they comprehend
Star cycle awareness
Was knowledge they retained

From studying long
What was to see
From earth into infinity

Long lingering in wooded temple's glade
Led to certain observations that they made
Direct from living in the thrall
Of forest, sky, existance all

They knew genetic lineage of who and how begun
They understood precession and the angle of the sun

So knew when solstice or equinox time it would arrive
They kept goidelic memory banks very much alive

With song and story
Of life's law and glory

Inspired I A O from Awen
Given freely from space to them

These were the mystics and their mysteries
Long before our Warlords and their histories

We know little of these folk
Though pre-Greek 'Deru' means 'Oak'

And 'Weid' is wisdom to see or have vision
Which got spliced into 'Druid', a modernism

From Sotion of Alexandria, 3rd Century BCE
When Druids were first mentioned in our history

We have only fragments of knowledge about their day
That their sort were here is most that we can say

Our schools may have mentioned barbarian hordes
I think there was plainly a whole lot more

To be said about these curious men
Perhaps we can pick up their trail again

With conjecture and research to be done
It's unfolding as ever into the next one

In our lives and our seasons
Climates of change with reasons

For bringing to light
What's suppressed in the dark.

So Druids!

By this device of words;
Be heard!

And so be known
Come once more into your own

(Blame Robert Graves for me
He started this craze, fortunatly)


Druids philosophised with ambassadors of distant lands
Linking up geometries overseas to far desert sands

Threading endless steppe to mountain range
Through marshy fen and grassy plaines

With a mathematics of a matching art
Showing us we are all a part

Of a continuum on creation marked
By Dragon Lode
Standing Stone
Ancestors Bone
Another known

And as the hawk is different to the dove
So they spoke war, peace, spirit or love

In proportion to the need there was
An Earth Mother their creed it was.

Speaking for all to hear
They had no mass media

But lasted long passing out
Life breath prayer by word of mouth.

Unwritten, known by all
Sounding forth from Tara Hall

And other Great Schools of Learning
That appeared as times were turning

To teach knowledge they felt worth the tell
The Beth-Luis-Nion tree Alpha-Beta to spell.

Ceremonial acts did mark
Winter, Summer, Light and Dark

Odin took runes from a tree
Bard, Ovate and Druidry

Three it is a holy trine
Oak and Ash and Thorn sublime

Four times seasons turning round
Intoning of the holy sound

All round Europe did they live
Guiding law they had to give.

Then a King could not rule a life
Without first approval of a wife

A Queen would have to authorise
Before a King he could 'Arise'.

A bard might bring him down again
Their satires could destroy such men.

Druids councilled for the Land
With which they entwined we understand
A harmony, a thread to lace
Society with a living trace
Of language tutored by the trees
We can but guess at what they perceived.


Heard of human sacrifice?
This could be Caesar's artifice

Propaganda to hide
And justify a genocide.

Now bear in mind the length of time
Druids had been keeping up their rhymes

For why were placed the standing stones?
Is there something that we don't know?

I say for sacrifice they were not laid
Druids either by then in retrograde

Or Roman voices, all that remain
Have said it in a smear campaign


Consider our great temples
From the Megalithic ages
That line up like one Serpent
Who upon Earth's surface ranges
Through virtue of forgotten tribes
And their technicians
Who used a scheme
Of exact mathematical precision
For purposes we can not recall
I mean, why did they build them all?

Were these stones placed for the need
To ritually slaughter men and beast
All so their Gods could be appeased?

An established practice,
Hard on the Glorified One
But from history's hindsight
It is best not to come on
From an accustomed superior moral position

I just feel there was another condition
Of being in connection with the land
Access to energies theirin contained known to every man

I imagine understanding of the order of all things
Of living in a balance that life in balance brings

Conveyed through ritual theatre
At specific times in the festival year

To align with the cosmic core
All together held in awe

At ceremonies of sound
Where people gathered round

To actively activate the atoms of the sun
At Stonehenge and at Avebury where gathered everyone

At Callenish and Carnac
At Newgrange and Maes Howe

Enoch had the measurements
(We can still apply them now)

To latitudes where sunlight's splinter
Through apperture in stone chamber in winter

Catches light of Venus
Moving love between us

Channelled through stone marked ley
Energies dance, make their way

Enhanced by ritual of ranking druids
Who kept the spectacle running fluid

With mnemonic words to recieve the orb
And so with the people be absorbed

Timeless in a moment
Waking from the dormant

Self, all Selves to be
As one a short eternity

At conjunction fleet
Where true selves would meet

Charged by spheres distant
Illumined for the instant

With sun to stone and soul to spark
Of life woken at the meeting place.

Voices are telling of another time
Long did they speak and lo! They declined


Romans had come to run them rout
Cared not what they were all about

Yet Roman records are the reason
That any memory of them lives on.

Tiberious Caesar, Diodorus Siculus
Pomponious Mela, Cicero and Suetonious,

Were Roman writers of their age
Telling of conquests they had made.

For these missives please
Give allowance and read
Between the lines
For any hidden
State campaign design.

History written by the victors
May well be written with a twist,
Later ages cannot figure
What the real story is.

Led on by false description
To suit the best depiction

Of another hellbent autocracy
Imposing state control.

For a former new world order
That finished the ancient world.


Druid is an oft heard name
But no way were they all the same

From tribe to tribe no fixed abode
Different lands, one Mother Lode

Ten thousand years is all long gone
If we had but one snatch of song

From them it would reveal us much
Of a society of ceremony, such

Alas we can never know
But I am sure they put on quite some shows


The last stronghold of Druidry
At Mona, Anglesey was held
When General Paulinious Suetonious
Ordered to smash incorrigable Celts

Icenian Tribes were rising to the East
Did Colchester, St Albans and London breach

Boadiccea swore vengeange on Romans to take
For her flogging in public and her daughters' rape

Romans had renaged on a co-rule agreement
Wanted it all and had thrown out the will

Of Pratsutagus, Boadicea's late husband
The war cry she made meant them all ill

So severe was the heat of her rallying
It nearly sent the Romans skidallying

So much so
She nearly got them to go


Emperor Nero was near
To leaving the province
Of his conquest there
He wasn't convinced

Boudicca's defeat
At Watling Street
Was to mark a red turn
That made it complete

This secured central Roman rule
And their job was very near done
Smash native culture!
Do over the Druids!

These were the times AD 61


Knowing druidic rites were in full swing
Suetonious chose the rite of spring

To march an army to Mona's sacred shore
And make a fest of blood and gore

The massacre saw many die
But it raised one awesome cry

The few that remained fought well
And soon of their end I shall duly tell:


This rhyme I have realised
May well be idealised
Druids were another damn ruling class

Yet listen a bit closer
I'll give them their most yeah?
They performed many vital social tasks

As well as regulators of custom
And law

Their arbitrating jaws
Stopped many a war

As respected most high
From every side

They came between foe
To stand in the breach

And parley for truce.
They often brought peace.

They did all the rites
For marriage and death

In ceremonies the cycles
Of life expressed

They were the living memory
Of the tribes

They held it all
In their many-roomed minds

Metempsychosis or
They took on as true

To Pythagorus it is said
A latter influence is due.

But Druids had been round many a long age
Who knows from what heights they had decayed,

For we read from a thoroughly modern view
And a modern standard through and through.

What went on back there?
Interestingly, a few do care

What can we say for Druids?
I say they were human dudes
They also had a hierarchy
And power struggles too

There must have been corruption
I speak no golden age
Yet their's a time when sublime connection
Had been all the rage.


The legionaires were frightened
As they stood upon the beach
With women dashing through their ranks
And gnashing of their teeth

With flaming sticks
Brandished in their hands
Like dread-haired banshees
Death dancing on the sand

Fearless warrior-men, too few
Viewed the Roman lines
Waiting to engage in battle
Surely just one last time

Druids raised up arms to pour
Improcations on all Roman war

The die was cast, the moment near
Curses made, they held no fear

But scanned about with aweful eyes
Like some creatures jeopardised

At first the troops froze at the sight
But General Paulinious rallied them outright

'Quail not at frenzied females,
You are the Emperor's men
Raise your standards strike hard now
Don't be disquieted by their row'

So they smote Druidic resistance that day
The modern world is what they made
So much ended then that's gone for good
Roman ambition invariably would

Engulf that which it could not contain
Turning it to romanised homogeny, hegemony all the same

Though tribes fought amongst themselves
All roads to Rome was a pagan death knell

Changing of their calendar
Would never Druids please

Paying tax to Caesar
Neither did agree

Romans banned round houses
Replaced them with the villa
Civilization was their game
These most efficient killers

They wrapped the sacred forest fortress
In a red shroud of flames
Who can now remember their names

Caught in their nuptuals
At height of ritual

Sneeked up on from behind
And plundered at will

Though last defence they bravely made
It wasn't enough to save their day

Routed through Europe to this Westerly Island
Here it was that the Druids had made their last stand.

At Anglesey the Druids were dead
Into the sea their memory bled

Friday, 3 July 2009

Wearyall Hill

Up on Wearyall Hill at the House of the Unicorn
From where Barley and I trapsed to the Thorn
At sunset of a balmy day
When all the spirits were in array
I played the tune and we touched on
Matters that beacme revealed and shone
With a strange incandescent torch
That could not be proven though it scorched
Our inner trackways with new steps
And by which ways we were surely streched
As I looked opon the lengrends of old
From Glastonbury that are still being told
Though relics have gone through ages folded
Upon one another and our minds moulded
With another tale that that which was real
Centuries ago.
We try to peel back the millenia, layered as we are
With misconceptions that can jar
The clever intellect will not have it so
But may concede to have a go
And real between the lines of fable
To see if it is possible to be able
To have some fun in archetype
Where it is possible that we might
Find our Grail within and without
And maybe whisper, speak even SHOUT!
That it is to be found in this holy ground
That Blake supposed had been graced by feet
Of He who Christians hope to meet when they die
Jesus that is, son of Mother Mary dear
And nephew to Joseph of Arimathea
From across the sea he brought the Marmore Hawthorn
That flowers in the same season that Christ was born
This he planted on Wearyall Hill
And there and around it's descendents blossom still
As one to the Queen is took each year
That it bring her good yuletide cheer
He brought the cruets of Christ's blood and water
To place them on a British altar
He mined the tin organised the men
And the sea trade from Rome and back again
Yet most significant
Most magnificent and poignant
Was that vase that cup that chalice
That man might not gain through malice
It was Parcival that decent knight
And Galahad who nay did fight
But knew the question to ask
That would fulfill their quest, their task
To seek and find the Holy Grail
And so restore a circle failed
And falling possibly to ruin
Because of what wrong thinking people were doing
It was the sacred womb of the Goddess
Ceredwin's cauldren beyond cost
No prize of the ancient world
Could more significance have held
But names as well as tin had begun to trade
For the coming way of Christ in the Piscean Age
A pagan artefact would not do
They needed something new
And by and by paraphenalia
From the time of Christ's crucifixion
Became the new benediction
And Joseph brought some to Glastonbury
Where he set up the first Christian ministry
With the 'Ealde Chirche' that Bligh Bond saw
In vision where made of wattle and daub
Twelve round wooded huts were stockaded in a ring
A larger round hut centering
This site in the Abbey grounds is now St Mary's Chapel
And if your discerning mind can grapple
With diviners and psychic mediums
That possess an architectural disposition
And as to whether their visions are real or false gold
Then maybe the Blakean vision will unfold
And the hidden landscape be shown
It's illuminated pathways of the Ancients glow
In patterned lattice work of lines
Sacred diamonds and other angles of
Design inclined like crazy jackstraws alive
Pulsing with scintillating serpent power
Surging through the landscape
Veiled in the land's shape
Lighting up the Thorn on Wearyall
Subtly drawing attention to it all
Tantalizing my sense of what this all could be
Knowing the story is just a but silly
But loving the mind that wished it
So I went to the Thorn and I kissed it
Then the time slipped and I surely saw
A Phoenician ship pull up on the shore
That wasn't there a moment before
Up the sides of the hill the sea had come
And covered the levels leaving Islands
And marsh and no roads of tarmac to be seen
The Morlands Industrial site was drowned beneath the scene
So from this ship that had pulled on
Came several shrouded gentle men
And ladies meek and holy seeming
As if from some place a light was gleaming
Some Britons were already waiting on the hill
And greeted the newcomers with much goodwill
As if they knew each other from before
Travellers who had returned from afar
Then the source of light it was revealed
From within a cloak no longer concealed
The Holy Grail, the supper cup
From the last time Christ did sup
With these twelve acolytes stood also here
And by now it should all be clear
That this is Joseph of Arimathea
He who held the status of Nobilius Decurian in Rome
A procurer of Tin Copper and Lead for Rome
And leading member of the Sanhedrin ruling council
In Jerusalem
He could take the body of Jesus from his tomb
He was his uncle after all
Joseph was a disciple of Christ and wealthy merchant in the tin trade
Which is why to Albion he had made his way
Time and again, once with Jesus on board
The Druids and they were of one accord
In spirit, as was the way in ancient days
Though perhaps then they knew that the times would change
Certainly when Joseph came back again
Old stories were being rearranged
The Romans had seen to that
But had no nack for creative thought
And anyway had to win hearts and minds
So renamed Gods and Goddesses after their own similar kind
-Already nicked from the Greeks
It's easy to see what the conquering mind seeks
It's not philosophic integrity but social control
With violence and the words to make you feel at home
So far from home they had to make it their own
And brought their own villas, plants and household things
Replaced the roundhouse and introduced plumbing
Ripping of the culture of Albion's own
Renamed and ruled over
But with space for the conquered to know some luxury
New standards of living to help coax
Priviledges for those who accepted the yolk
Fought for or married into
Payed the calens tax, wore a toga
It was Roman takeover
Bit by bit
Devouring local culture and concreting it
With military stations for complete control
And mercenaries on the payroll
This was the time that the great Zodiac
Had moved one more notch on it's cosmic track
And turned from Aries to the Piscean Age
Which is where Joseph of A takes the stage
He appears at this tumultuous time
Direct of Jesus's bloodline
And as holy men had done before
Brought holy word to our shore
But to the Romans and their Empire
He was an immensly important man
A wealthy Jewish merchant sailing with the Phoenicians
The responsibility of organising tin mining far overseas
Was one that Rome sorely needed for control
As a tax paying populace could not be secured by warfare alone
Contracts must have been drawn up by the Romans
Fleets of ships at Joseph's command
Whose negotiating skills got to Britons to work
Creating a relation that steadied the land
Joseph was essential to the sucess of the Roman masterplan
Though this format of workers and boss
Which makes me think of what Britons had lost
Early on then, whereopon later we did it abroad
When one thousand years on Europe became conquistadours
And strip mining has since excavated us
So much one might think it a curse
Two thousand years and counting and we're nearly a husk
Joseph was a foremost man of his time
Whose well meaning ways may well have led to Earth crime
Of corporate irresponsibility that has carved up the world
So that into a cataclysm we could be hurled
But he was caught in the grip of the age
Of insatiable violent rage
Of Empire and Religion perverse
What was it worth for better or for worse
Joseph was born in the crux of that time
Was of noble birth in Jesus's family line
Respected across the board and needed for his ability
Balancing the conquest by creating its new social/spiritual reality
A powerful man caught in a changing world
Forging as best he could
With his Caudeucious staff coiled
An integration of material and non-physical
He was moving with the times
Trading from Roman homeland
To far places with minerals you understand
Quite how they got that tin I'm not sure
Whether it caused any little wars
But Joseph was in with the Druids,
Like Arch druid Bran the Blessed
And King Aviragus of Wessex
Gave him and his disciples
Twelve hides of land, so say the texts
Which is wonderfully symbolic and also meant
That Joseph was really part of the establishment
He moved in circles of political influence
He also caused a spiritual conflunce
Ushering in the new age of the time
Though his pure message I think was undermined
Swayed by power and passage of years
Manipulation of people through fears
Pious highly driven men would later appear
And use their faith in a zealous career
Of evangelism combining state and religion
A recipe for cultural cataclysm
Saint Patrick I find to be ruthless severe
His was the kind of message I don't want to hear
Missionary conversion is a road to hell
The misery it causes I don't want to tell
But Joseph brought the Grail in attempt
To tell us in code what Christ's message meant
He was friends with the Druids and Holy Men here
In Albion, but with what he said he had to take care
I feel he was a bard and arbitrated well
Between different people on different levels
Bringing understanding between disparate men
So they could relate and remain
in spirit in the moving age
But it seems that Christdid it much the same
As twelve round huts and one large hut centering
Is the same symbolic numbering
As I understand from John Michell
Is a pagan numeric magic spell
Of change and turn of tide of time
-Look I am saying that they all had much the same rhymes
Across the seas
And held beliefs that
According to one's environs
Were the appropriate ones
To have
Christ's message must have been messed with
And in the crucible of corruption concieved
A tortured mind's poisoned concoction
Of false misleading lies
With a martyred man to idealise
Such genious device of mendacious minds
Carved it's will upon the world
And still we can see it's thrall
The Killer-Civilizer
But Christ himself and Joseph in his wake
Had the message we must take
Encrypted in the Grail he brought
From ancient times as Cauldron saught
Then converted to acceptable form
When a new religion was the norm
Introduced at Glastonbury
Where the spirit somehow still seems to be
And in Somerset one till recent would hear
"Sure as our Lord as at Priddy" or "Joseph was a Tin miner!"
Among the folk of the same area or town
As where this ancient stuff went down
I am writing this on my lap on the side of Wearyall Hill
Where the water would be lapping chill
In those days and most like to come
And so I think of Jerusalem
Of Joseph's traval and the One
He brought here in legend speak
With the same message of Grail to seek
Identified as the Body of Man
His Soul Temple, Buddha-Bodhi, Atman
The doughnut vortex torsion field of
Infinite and eternal energy
The correct way for our lives to be
Empowered through the Timeless Grail
Previously known in Pagan Tale

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