Mary Poppins – the Secret Goddess

 

It was quite by chance that in 1991 I became aware of the inner meaning in P L Travers’ Mary Poppins.  I had been reading a book about the Goddess which takes you through one calendar year of her festivals called The Year of the Goddess by Lawrence Durdin-Robinson.  I learnt that ‘The Great Goddess’ was known by many different names throughout the world: that she was also called The Triple Goddess, so following the journey all women take from Maid through to Mature Woman/Mother and then Wise Woman.   One of her titles was Mistress of the Animals and she was also known as the Moon Goddess, the moon being perceived as feminine.

Shortly after reading this book I just happened to read Mary Poppins to my two small daughters as their bedtime story.  When I reached Chapter 10 entitled Full Moon I my suspicions were aroused.  Surely not, but was Mary Poppins the children’s nanny being portrayed as the Moon Goddess?  In this chapter the children, Jane and Michael Banks, Mary Poppins’ charges, are urged from their beds at night by a voice which leads them to London Zoo.  There, they discover everyone is in a state of high excitement because it is ‘The Birthday’ which is falling on the ‘Full Moon’, a rare occurrence. As Special Guests of this important person, the children are led into the presence of none other than their very own nanny, Mary Poppins, sitting on a log in the Snake House surrounded by all the snakes.  By now I was beginning to look at the book through a new lens and, the more I looked, the more evidence there was to suggest that Mary Poppins is indeed being portrayed as the Great Triple Goddess.

The book even spells it out when Mary Poppins straightens her hat at the Tobacconist’s shop on their way to have tea with Uncle Albert:

It had one of those curious mirrors where there seem to be three of you instead of one, so that if you look long enough at them you begin to feel you are not yourself but a whole crowd …Mary Poppins sighed with pleasure…when she saw three of herself, each wearing a blue coat with silver buttons…she wished there had been a dozen of her or even thirty.  The more Mary Poppins the better.

There she is, The Triple Goddess, known the world over and associated with life-giving waters and the silvery moon.

Most ingenious of all, the book is divided into twelve chapters for the 12 calendar months and Mary Poppins stays for exactly one year.  On the day of her arrival, Mr Banks informs us there is a cold east wind and, on the day of her departure, the chapter begins ‘It was the first day of Spring’ and Mr Banks comments that the parrot tulips are in bud and that the wind is in the west.  The first and last chapters, as we see, deal with Mary Poppins’s arrival and departure.  The next three chapters, The Day Out, Laughing Gas and Miss Lark’s Andrew focus on the Goddess in her role as Maid. The following three concentrate on the Goddess’s role as Woman/ Mother – The Dancing Cow, Bad Tuesday and Bird Woman.  Then come the three chapters connected with the Goddess as Wise Woman, Mrs Cory, Full Moon and Christmas Shopping.  These are interrupted by the chapter called John and Barbara’s Story which, as the title suggests, is their story.

However, there was one chapter whose inner meaning I was unable to fathom and that was Chapter 5, The Dancing Cow.  Two events conspired to give me the key to unlock the hidden meaning.  One day, for light relief, when I had made yet another failed attempt to understand this chapter, I made a lexigram of the words, Mary Poppins , where you make as many words as you can out of the letters in the chosen words.  To my surprise, I found they could be divided into each of the three roles of the Goddess as Maid, Mother and Wise Woman, but not as nature intended, more as Society has distorted them.

Maid                     pin, snip, soap, mop, pie, spam, sip, prim, pram, soppy, popsy

Woman                man, pay, pimp, porn, sin, pain, mar, rip, primp, popsy, ma, may, yams

Wise Woman     pray, poppy, rays, air, spin, say, rain

For the Goddess – in the guise of Mary Poppins – to fulfil her role as Maid, she has to escape middle-class society. This she does on her day off when she meets Bert the chimney sweep, and pavement artist. When Bert sees her he cannot disguise his admiration and Mary Poppins coyly looks down at her feet and rubs her toe along the pavement.  She has undergone a dramatic change: no longer is she the haughty children’s nurse she was a minute ago. Ruefully, Bert tells her he has no money and cannot take her to tea.  Sensitively disguising her real disappointment, she brightly tells him she does not mind.  But then Bert draws her into one of his pavement pictures and they are magically whisked away to a woodland glade. The Goddess undergoes a further transformation:  she is now a cockney girl as revealed in her exclamation, “Strike me pink!” Bert, too, is a cockney lad and the waiter, who deferentially waits upon the carefree, courting couple throughout, offers Bert a pin for his whelks, a food much beloved of cockneys.   Only as a cockney can a young unmarried woman be abroad without a chaperone and free from stifling middle-class convention.  In fact, their behavior at afternoon tea in the magical glade is an amusing demonstration of how not to behave in polite society.  Mary Poppins sits down with a ‘plop’ and tea is poured from an urn not a teapot: they polish off the little raspberry-jam cakes, drink three large cups of tea each and, when they get up to leave, they have to brush off the cake crumbs.  As many know, the Goddess of old was worshipped in just such a woodland setting and little cakes were offered at her shrines.

When Mary Poppins abruptly leaves the Banks family, Mrs Banks is indignant and distraught, for who is going to put the children to bed?  Not once does it occur to her to do so herself, such being the convention of the day. For the Goddess to fulfill her role as a hands-on mother she is obliged to become a children’s nurse.  A more unsuitable person into whose tender care mothers gave their children would be hard to find, as the Goddess herself is at pains to show us through her adopted persona. As the famously sharp, prim nanny she is, in reality, an Old Maid, who is always painfully aware of her humiliating status as a woman without husband and children.  It is this which makes Mary Poppins the Old Maid so angry and bitter with her lot, and which makes her unfit as a children’s nanny. Of course, the children, being less conditioned than the adults, feel the great love of the Goddess through her stern exterior and are bereft when she leaves them.   How has this unnatural state of affairs arisen where a mother has so little to do with her own children, and how is it that children are left in the charge of those who are no substitute for a mother’s love and care, and are often singularly ill-fitted to do so?

It is interesting that, on the magical adventures that Jane and Michael have with Mary Poppins, she is recognized by all the people they encounter for who she truly is, the Great Triple Goddess, and how they treat her with love and respect, whilst in our world she passes by unrecognized. The reason for this, as many know, is that the Goddess has been suppressed. Why has she come into our world in the famous guise of the sharp-tongued Mary Poppins?  She has come to reveal the reason for her suppression and to bring healing.  She has also come to heal the relationships within the family and to fulfill her nature in whatever way she can in our Society, with the help of a little magic of course and her friends.

Concerning Chapter 5, The Dancing Cow, what I did know was that the cow was sacred to the Goddess. The headdress of Hathor, the Egyptian Goddess of Fertility, consists of a full moon mounted between the horns of a cow and, to this day, the cow is a sacred animal in India.  From the book on The Year of the Goddess I learned that the colours of the Triple Goddess were White (Maid), Red (Woman/Queen) and Black (Wise Woman/Priestess), hence the ‘dancing cow’ in question went by the name of the Red Cow.  We have now entered the merry month of May, the month when the Goddess moves from her White Maid phase into her Red Mother/Queen phase. But the curious nature of the story was still a mystery.  The bare bones are that the Red Cow lives a conventional life in the ‘the best field in the whole district’  knowing little of the outside world and bringing up the Red Calf to be a model lady like herself. One day, she begins to dance, which she enjoys and finds liberating. But then she discovers that she cannot stop and, after a week of being unable to eat or sleep, she decides to visit the King to seek help. Brought before the king, it is the king who spots the star on one of her horns. The only suggestion he can make is that she jump over the moon like the cow in the well-known children’s poem, The Cow Jumped Over the Moon.  The Red Cow agrees.  The star comes tumbling off and she lands back in her own field to find she has stopped dancing.

I had been reading a book recommended by my mother called The White Goddess by the poet and scholar, Robert Graves.  When I happened to re-read Chapter 5, the strange elements in the story finally fell into place.  As a scholar, Robert Graves’s research of his subject matter – the Goddess as Muse – was thorough.  The author tells us it was from many diverse sources that he pieced together a part of our history we have lost.  Yet this turns out to be at the very heart of the ancient worldwide fertility cults presided over by the Great Goddess, leaving us ill-equipped to truly understand ourselves today.  The fertility cults were Goddess-centred because it was believed that the Goddess ensured abundant harvests.  Her representative was the Queen and it was she who ruled. Robert Graves calls these communities ‘queendoms’.  At her side was her consort, the Sacred Sun King, but it was she who held all the power and the king was a mere cipher.  The ancient game of chess well expresses this hierarchy: the Queen is the most powerful piece on the board, whilst the King can only ‘hobble’, one step at a time and needs protecting. Shockingly, I discovered that the Sacred King, as Robert Graves calls him, was sacrificed twice yearly, at mid-summer – when the sun was at its zenith, and at mid-winter- when the sun was perceived to ‘die’. At midsummer, the outgoing king was replaced by his ‘tanist’ or ‘twin’ who was then sacrificed at midwinter. To symbolize the extinguishing of the light of the sun, the king was blinded, and to show that he was being shorn of his great power as the embodiment of the sun, the locks on his head – being the very rays of the sun – were cut off and, finally, he was beheaded.

When the Red Cow lands back in her field, she begins eating at once, moving steadily across the field ‘beheading her golden soldiers’. She is so hungry that by the time she has finished ‘she had eaten up several regiments.’  We read that the soldiers are dandelions which are like suns and are therefore alluding to the Sacred ‘Sun’ Kings who were put to death during the Queen/Goddess’s reign.  We are also being told that during this period young men met their deaths in this way in great numbers.  Traumatised by the experience, we are shown how the fear remains with the Sacred Kings in subsequent lives.  At last we understand the king’s curious obsession with getting to the barbers on time.  Just as the Red Cow enters the throne room, the king stands up and ‘magnificently’ orders his coach to go to the barbers. He is irritated by the interruption and tells the Red Cow that he has “an appointment with the Barber at ten.  He won’t wait for me longer than that and I must have my hair cut.”  When the Red Cow agrees to jump over the moon the king replies, “Good”, …pleasantly, realizing that he would be in time for the Barber, after all.’  The subconscious fear from the trauma may be triggered when a former Sacred King’s hair begins to grow too long.  The hair of the king who succeeded at mid-winter was not cut, for the growing locks symbolized the increasing power of the sun rising ever higher in the sky to its zenith at mid-summer. The longer his hair, the closer his sacrifice. When the king asks who she is, the Red Cow answers that she is a cow, to which the king replies crossly, “I can see that,”…”I still have my eyesight…” revealing that he was blinded at his sacrifice.

When the Queen was overthrown by the king she was disempowered and put out of the way and kept under guard. So now we understand why the Red Cow is guarded by the dandelion soldiers in her grand field and why the king sees her so seldom that he does not even recognize his own wife when she appears.  And this situation continues today in many of the Arab countries and elsewhere where women are still guarded, have very little liberty and receive a poor education, if any. It is because the subconscious fear and anger are still there even though they no longer have any basis in fact.

After relating the story of the Red Cow to Jane and Michael, Mary Poppins waits for the effect she knows it will have on Michael who is a former Sacred King.  The Goddess has come to heal the Sacred King of this terrible wrong that was done to him in her name. She knows that by reminding him of that life, it will bring it to the fore, which will then enable her to help him release the memory.  Sure enough, in the next chapter, aptly named Bad Tuesday, Michael behaves very badly.  The anger and hatred left over from that life come to the surface and he feels it as ‘the hot heavy weight that was within him’.  Eventually, all of Michael’s anger and hatred is externalized, which he experiences as being attacked by the angry native peoples they met that day when circumnavigating the world on their afternoon walk.  Terrified, he cries out for Mary Poppins to help him and shuts his eyes tight.  He remembers being borne away in something soft.  When he opens his eyes again, he finds he is warmly wrapped up in his own bed and, ‘oh, the heavy burning thing that had been inside him all day had melted and disappeared…how happy he felt and how lucky he was to be alive.’ Mary Poppins appears with a cup of warm milk and stands beside him without saying a word.  Michael ‘could smell her crackling white apron and the faint flavor of toast that always hung about her so deliciously.’  And he drinks the milk as slowly as he can to keep her standing beside him.

Cassie Martin

15 February 2015

 

The Hobbit: A Spiritual View

J R R Tolkien’s The Hobbit is a story of a journey ‘there and back again’, in the words of one Bilbo Baggins.  As many know, we return from such an adventure changed, tempered like steel by the trials and tribulations met along the way.  Such a journey was undertaken by twelve dwarves, a hobbit and a wizard (for part of the way).  At journey’s end, Gandalf cheerfully remarks to Bilbo that he is not the hobbit he was.  And this is true, for Bilbo and companions bravely elected to undertake the most perilous journey of all: to go into their subconscious minds and face down their most fearful and painful memories.

With many misgivings and many a shudder, they agree to travel through the vast and dread Forest of Mirkwood.  The rucksacks of provisions on each of their backs represent the individual bag of past troubles that we carry around with us.  We know we are entering a dead and forgotten world as soon as they step into the dark forest through an arch made of:

two great trees that leant together, too old and strangled with ivy and hung with lichen to bear more than a few blackened leaves.

The path is narrow and they must walk in single file, each on their own personal journey. A short distance into the woods and all light ceases to penetrate:  there is just a stifling, airless silence but for the invisible scufflings of forest creatures and their luminous eyes.  These are the fears they must confront and see for what they truly are – phantasms that have no real substance but are kept alive by our fear.  As the dwarves and hobbit continue to trek warily through their subconscious minds, the fearful memories are drawn ever more urgently to them seeking release, especially when they light a fire at night.  But it is not the right kind of light: only the inner light of understanding and self-forgiveness that will work.  Still too frightened to face their fears, they cease making fires.

At length something happens to break the monotony of this timeless zone.  They encounter the River of Forgetfulness and one of their number, Bombur, succumbs.  He escapes this particular quest: it is not for him. The others persevere and, as a reward, they are visited by their true spiritual selves in the form of a white hind and fawns.  If they could have but recognised themselves, the whole illusory forest would have vanished at a stroke, but they do not.  They are still consumed by fear, not just of their darkest memories, but of hunger and thirst.  The hind melts away, their arrows having no effect.

The fears become desperate for recognition and release as the travellers near the end of the forest and resort to luring them into the forest through the illusion of lights and a feast set out in the distance, off the protected pathway.  Nearly all is lost for the dwarves become paralysed by fear (poisoned and trussed up by the big black spiders).  Bilbo, at his lowest ebb, alone and lost in complete silence begins to succumb to the same paralysis but then, somehow, he finds his courage and the inner light is sparked and starts to flame brightly in the form of his sword, Sting.  He squarely faces the inner demon and lunges for it with his sword.  Ablaze with his hard-won understanding and reunited with the light within, he goes in search of his lost companions.  They see his fearlessness as he does battle with their demons as well.  They begin to stir from their paralysis.  Feebly at first, they too begin to find their own inner light and together, in a weak huddle, as one, they confront, accept and clear each and every fear until there are none left.  The quest is achieved.  With their empty rucksacks, they leave the forest, courtesy of their captors the Wood Elves.

The purpose of the Thorin and company’s journey is to recover the dwarvish kingdom and all its gold. There is just one tiny problem: a large and fearsome dragon still inhabits their mountain kingdom and, furthermore, he has gathered in all the treasure and is sleeping soundly on his priceless couch.  However, against all the odds, the dragon is killed.  Then the real trouble begins because, suddenly, all thoughts of Middle Earth’s inhabitants turn to the Treasure and everyone wants a slice – dwarves of course but, also, Men, Elves and Goblins.

This is a story of greed, which naturally culminates in war and is only resolved when the Earth’s wealth is fairly shared amongst all. Even the eagles receive a share with the new ‘King Under the Mountain’ giving the chief eagle a golden crown. Beorn, the bear/man shapeshifter is untouched by greed: his reward is to have taken part in the destruction of the hated goblins who, eons ago, stole his mountain home.  In particular, it is Bilbo Baggins who saves the day and, he too, is free from greed.

The Hobbit is also a story of enlightenment and the dragon symbolises our greed.  Only when our hearts are pierced by the Arrow of Truth are we freed from our delusional beliefs.

Bilbo discovers there is only one place on the dragon’s soft underbelly that is not encrusted with precious stones; it is the heart, which is later pierced by Bard’s Black Arrow.  Bard is well-named as it is the Welsh bards, poets and minstrels who shared the higher understanding through word and song. Enlightenment also comes through facing our deepest fears (Black Arrow) as the ancient mystery schools knew. We then see the truth.

When the armies station themselves before the gates of the dwarvish mountain home Thorin, now king, having rightfully taken back the kingdom of old, hastily blocks off access through the main gate with a makeshift wall.  But when the orcs suddenly and unexpectedly descend on dwarves, men and elves alike, Thorin prepares for battle and, clad in a suit of shining golden armour, he breaks down the wall, and rushes out to join in the battle, followed by his eleven companions.

Having found the treasure within and clothed in the golden light of our own true selves, we break out of the prison walls we have constructed around us through greed and ignorance.  We have become ‘king’ of our own self and we rush out to embrace Life, free at last.

 And that priceless gem, The Arkenstone – the Heart of the Mountain, is returned to its rightful owner, the Earth.

Cassie Martin

25th January 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Earth’s rejection of humanity

A message from the Earth, Nature and the universe. We have had enough of humans, yes, enough is enough. Stop and think what has humanity or any single human being done to actually help the earth? The answer will be nothing, not a single thing, a fact. Humans are a species just like any other species which has evolved alongside all other species, yet no longer evolves. It thinks itself superior to all other species and life. So! You take, take and continue to take and ravage the very thing that sustains you. Well times up and just like any other species extinction looms. Yes it’s a wake-up call, the very last one. When you become extinct this time there is no coming back; it really is final. You have had chances since the beginning and squandered every one. So you have a time to adjust – a gift from us – not that you deserve but we are not like you, we give more than we take. What some of you call Mother Earth, Gia and many other names, does have a consciousness but not a thinking one and it’s more of a connection to all else, and certainly does not need worshipping or any other form of veneration. Human consciousness has now become aberrant to all other life. The earth is raped every single day by drilling and burrowing deep within. You dump chemicals which destroy all forms of life forms, some that you have not even discovered as yet. Greed and need have become your motto. Even now you litter space and the seas and the very air that gives life to you; you have become insatiable and as such unsustainable – your choice. Everything is designed to live and survive on earth in equal balance and a sort of harmony. Yet you flout this. You continue to pour sewage into our seas and God knows what else, yet all your human body waste products are there to feed the earth when used correctly and simply. It’s a natural recycling system that has been there since the beginning. Wake up! The earth is not there to provide and pander to your needs; it’s give and take. There was a time when people lived in harmony with their immediate location but greed and need rule. The mass of humans is still too lazy to wake up and change the way it governs itself: you still trust people who really do not know any better. And your systems of government are still in the dark ages because you are lazy. You mutter and moan about things which, by the way, pollute consciousness, yet you will not participate in the processes going on around you. You moan about this and that with one another causing harm to your body and all concerned. Wake up and do. Some of you hug trees, love animals and cause them to become domesticated to your selfish needs. If every human suddenly left the earth all animals would be better off. A fact and a Truth! Yes a lot would die but they would return to their natural state. Humans are also domesticated themselves – have a read of domestication in Don Miguel Ruiz book the four agreements which explains it well.
Robert Light

29 December 2014

Five mass extinctions in the past have been recorded by Science and it is known that the world population of humans today is descended from just seven women. In a list of extinction events we are apparently currently living through an extinction event right now in this time – the Holocene period.  For ‘Date’ it says ‘ongoing’ and for cause it says ‘humans’.  I always remember at the beginning of our quest in 1999 to cleanse the Ring and change the repeating sagas, Robert told us we were in ‘the last chance saloon’.

But Robert himself has still not given up hope and suggests that if we all start doing simple things such as eating local and seasonal food that would improve our health, etc, we still might save ourselves:

If one person stops updating electronic gadgets ie phone, I pad etc, then others join in and stop buying new electronic things.  Then the need to produce them stops or slows down production.  Same with human waste.  If you have a garden, change to an earth toilet system and rotate where waste goes.  One of the first designers of our modern day toilet system had the very best vegetables and flowers in their garden.  It does require effort on the part of people to do these very simple things. Your minds will throw up all sorts of reasons to say this is impossible but if you want to care and help humans, it starts with each of you. The speed of life and technology means we are all on a giant hamster wheel – do not go shopping on a Sunday, shop less frequently etc, easy steps to immediately help, and I am sure you can come up with more.

For more info on Robert’s teachings you might like to go to:

http://truthteachings.blogspot.co.uk/

 

 

quoting Russell Means

Human despoiling Mother Earth - Russell Means

The Universe which controls all life, has a female and male balance that is prevalent throughout our Sacred Grandmother, the Earth.

This balance has to be acknowledged and become the determining factor in all of one’s decisions, be they spiritual, social, healthful, educational or economical.

Once the balance has become an integral part of one’s life, all planning, research, direct action and follow-up becomes a matter of course.

Mitaku Oyasin (we are all related)
Russell Means 1997

Links between LOTR and ‘The Traveller’ by John 12 Hawks

The comparisons between Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings  and John Twelve Hawks’ ‘The Traveller’ trilogy are striking.   The Panopticon Tower is  the inspiration behind a new and more insidious form of control of peoples, where we will assume and become adjusted to the idea of being under constant surveillance.  This then compares with that other Tower – The Barad dur/Black Tower wherein dwelt the The Eye of ceaseless surveillance of the world.  We learn that this  Panopticon Tower is set within a ‘ring’ of buildings.  Ah yes, rings, but  today they are closed circuit TV.  Then there is the ultimate Control Room that can tap into any closed circuit system.   It contains just a single armchair – no room for anything or anyone else, just the One who has the ultimate power to observe whatever he wishes – just like the Eye of Sauron.

When Michael says to his brother Gabriel ‘There can only be One Traveller’ which casts you back to the scene where, having lured Gandalf to Isengard under false pretences, Saruman is attempting to persuade him to join forces saying they can share the Ring of Power once they have captured it.  But Gandalf reminds him that only ‘One’ can wield the Ring as he well knows.  Again and again, just as Saruman tells Gandalf and Michael his brother Gabriel,  we are told the same mantra – of how there is going to be a new order that is about to sweep the world and that there is no stopping it.

The Cult of the Sacred King also raises its ugly head.  Michael turns on Maya the Harlequin and asks her to chose between himself and Gabriel but Gabriel reminds his brother that she is there to protect them both.  The pagan queen of this cult is the ruthlessly efficient PR lady advising Michael.

So it seems that the instruments of power and control are the same but just in a new guise.

29 November 2014

P.S.  Note too how the mercenaries used in the attack on the desert community founded by the Traveller, who is Gabriel and Michael’s father, are made to become ringwraiths.  They are given pills to deaden their human feelings about killing innocent men, women and children and they use heat seeking equipment to find their targets.  Ringwraiths had lost their humanity.  Viewing the world through heat seeking googles is how the Wraiths saw the world, their hold on the physical world being only tenuous. They sought out living creatures through their warmth like the heat seeking equipment.

Copies of Ring Quest can be obtained from the online publishers New Generation Publishing.  Here is the link:

http://www.newgeneration-publishing.com/bookstore/fiction/bookdetails/1048

The Blue Diamond and the Blue Silmaril

The Blue Diamond /The Blue Rose and the Blue Silmaril   A catalogue dropped through the letter box the other day with the most surprising title –  ‘VERVE’.  It turned out to be a catalogue for the Garden Centre at Wilton near Salisbury, in Wiltshire.  The small town of Wilton nestles at the confluence of the rivers Wyle and Nadder (and some think is a plausible location for Arthur’s Camelot).  This beautiful landscape is the setting for the Elizabethan author, Sir Philip Sydney’s famous book, Arcadia, which is a description of a paradise on earth.   Beside the curious title of the catalogue was a blue diamond with, perhaps unsurprisingly, the words BLUE DIAMOND written across the faceted gemstone.  Ah, that most romantic and potent of images!  The story of the Blue Diamond is an ancient one but it can only be pieced together if we include the stories in which it features, stories at which many will scoff, saying “they are just fairy tales”.  But that is just the point, “just fairy tales” have come down to us out of the mists of time through an ancient oral tradition of storytelling.   Today such stories are still to be found but through the medium of the written word.  Such stories have been entirely lost to the human race but certain gifted writers are often ‘inspired’ in their writings and so are often recreating for us just such ‘lost tales’. But we dismiss their writings as ‘fantasy’ story telling.  And for many, so they will remain.  Nevertheless, in order to trace the story of the Blue Diamond we must use this precious knowledge that has been given to us once again though this fantasy fiction.   We take up the story of the Blue Diamond in a series of best selling books known as The Belgariad, by David Eddings. A blue stone of great power features prominently called The Stone of Aldur.  It belongs to an ancient royal house to which lesser kingdoms in the West give allegiance because they recognise the significance of the Blue Stone that is housed in the pommel of the High King of the West, Belgarion. The Blue Stone has an evil counterpart, another stone which is red and is called The Sardion.  The fact that there are two stones of power brought to mind The Silmarils in Tolkien’s great series of works which includes The Lord of the Rings.  Tolkien tells us that all the histories derive from the tale of The Silmarils.  They were stones which were made in the undying lands of Aman where the Valar lived and where they brought some of the Elven Race to share their paradise.   In Tolkien’s story, there were originally three Silmarils which had been made with great difficulty and skill in order to capture the pure light of The Two Trees of Light on Aman before they were destroyed.  After that, the energies fell and a new and lesser light was given to the world, that of the sun and moon.  So the light that existed in the Beginning now only resided in The Silmarils.  They were stolen by the evil Morgoth who wanted to enslave and rule over Middle Earth and he placed them in an iron crown.  The Elves waged war to recover the stolen Silmarils.  One of the Silmarils was recovered by Luthien and Beren who became the progenitors of the Royal Numenorean line, of which Arwen and Aragorn were scions.  So it made sense that, in The Belgariad, the blue stone of Aldur should be in the safekeeping of the pre-eminent royal house: it seemed an easy step to connect the two stones and perceive that, indeed, they were one and the same.   We move on to a later age and another series of books by the same author, David Eddings, in which we are told of  a beautiful blue stone of power that has been carved into the shape of a rose.  As in the earlier tale, this stone has a consciousness that is, well, pretty vast, and enormously powerful.  Which brings us to the Blue Rose and to stories which we still possess in the present.   Hollywood produced a film which features The Blue Rose of Forgetfulness.  The evil Grand Vizier is determined to marry the Sultan’s beautiful daughter but she is in love with someone else of course.  The Grand Vizier is also a magician of some power (which brings to mind Saruman in LOTR) and he brings to the Palace the famous Blue Rose with which to seduce the princess.   Moving on.  The Blue Rose appears in the opening sequences of recent Dr Who episodes.  The blue tardis is seen spinning through a blue tunnel, or vortex, but you will see that the swirling blue light patterns create the shape of a blue rose.  This is very fitting because, as one of the Silmarils, the Blue Rose has been with us through Time and, of course, the Doctor is a Time Traveller.   Which brings us to the Blue Diamond on the brochure posted through the letter box…

CM 15th April 2014

THE RAY OF FIRE AND THE GRAIL OF LIFE

THE FIREBIRD COMES TO EARTH

On Saturday 23rd November 2013 there was a one-off episode commemorating the 50th anniversary of  the much loved television series, Dr Who,  entitled  The Day of the Doctor.  I decided to make a lexigram* of the word Gallifrey - the planet of the Time Lords – The Doctor’s home planet, using only the positive words that could be made and not those describing the apocalyptic scenes.  Since the word GIA (not the correct spelling I know) can be made out of Gallifrey the suggestion is that that planet is our very own planet Earth.

A Lexigram of GALLIFREY

A RAY oF FIRE

GRAIL oF LIFE

FoR ALL

FAR GREY ELF In GALLEY

ALL FAIRIE, FEY And FAIR

A RILL, A LAY

The lexigram set in train a series of events.  Some time ago, I had arranged to visit my eldest daughter in Bristol on the last weekend in November ’13, exactly a week after the Dr Who episode above, to see her new flat, which is in a modernised paper factory called The Robinson Building.  I knew I had to go and must not cancel: that should have been a clue in itself.  I have to confess I got lost several times trying to find the place.  I knew I was close and was trying to take a short cut to where I knew the building to be.  Unfortunately, each of these turnings were dead ends but I just happened to twist round looking back  and, low and behold, I saw the letters ROBINSON writ large along the top of a tall and very large building and I knew that I had found it.  I felt I was in a maze or labyrinth trying to reach the centre and ending up at many dead ends.

My daughter had inherited an unusual rug designed by Salvador Dali which she rolled out for me to have a look as I wanted to see the design again.  It quite took my breath away as it was very different from what I remembered.  The design is of a large graceful bird with fiery plumage and long tail which takes up most of the rug so the bird is about 6 feet in length.  I understood it was the Firebird or Phoenix which flies out of the sun and was therefore symbolic of The Ray of Fire.  The bird symbolises ‘RENEWAL’ and ‘IMMORTALITY’.

Later, I realised that I was experiencing the marriage of the Ray of Fire with Mother Earth and that this reflected the first two lines of the lexigram:  The Ray of Fire was the Firebird, whilst The Robinson Building represented the Earth Mother, or Grail Cup.  The clues were many. In my efforts to find the location, I had experienced The Robinson Building as the centre of a maze – and the centre is also the heart, which is an anagram of ‘Earth’, where the Firebird magically appeared!  The place could be further identified as the ‘Heart/Earth as the building reminded me of a castle. Esoterically, the castle symbolises the ‘Centre’ – and we have the ‘Heart’ again.   The Robinson Building was castle-like in its sheer dimensions, in its tight security and in the locked, portcullis-like gates.   But more than that,  the modern air ducting system installed throughout the whole complex means that an ambient temperature is achieved throughout the year so you scarcely need to put on the heating.  This fact immediately made me think of the castle called Sterling Silver in Terry Brooks’ Magic Kingdom of Landover series which I had recently read.  The castle is a sentient being whose consciousness, we are led to understand, is that of the Earth Mother herself.  She is very motherly in her desire to keep those who live within her walls well-fed, warm, clean and happy.  She runs the hot water for the baths and there is a never-ending supply of food in the kitchen, and she, too, kept the rooms at an ambient temperature, just s in The Robinson Building.  It made me realise that this is in fact what Gaia does for us.  The Ray of Fire has pierced the Heart of the Earth so that she might be renewed.

On returning home, I found a thank you from my neighbour whose cockatiel I had looked after recently.  She had left me a bunch of chrysanthemums which I began to realise were significant because of their fiery colours – yellow, orange, red, and striped yellow and orange. On checking a few things, those flowers in Japanese symbology symbolise the heart! Again, the colours of the Firebird had infused the flowers grown from the soil of the Earth, thus symbolising an awakening and renewal of the Earth by the rays of the New Sun.

 In the story, the Magic Kingdom of Landover, Ben Holiday, newly appointed king, was moved to make the commitment to fight the terrifying Lord of the Underworld known as The Mark, and to defend The Land and its creatures out of love for the wood dryad/sylph, Willow.  As my friend Robert pointed out, commitment is the key.  In that moment, the Ring[1] – which is none other than the medallion around the king’s neck, his office of kingship and power – turns into the heart.  The clue is in the designated arena of combat called The Heart, where those opposites of King and Dark Lord (The Mark) have the possibility of uniting and becoming one, thus bringing conflict and war to an end.  The Palladin – the traditional knight on a charger – has finally reunited with his shadow self, The Mark, so there is no longer the need for the Medallion/Ring.  The main reason for having a King was because only the King/Palladin had the power to defeat his opposite number, The Mark, and so protect The Land and the people. But with the two becoming one, the Ring can turn into the heart.

‘……He (Ben) realises that The Tarnish that is killing the land and impoverishing the people is because of the absence of a true King.  He discovers that the magic can be restored to the land when the King makes a full commitment to The Land, unlike the play kings before him.  Ben only makes that commitment at the end of the book when he has to confront The Mark and he finally understands these connections. His inability to commit to Willow is the same thing, as she, being a sylph, personifies the Land. Then I realised that this is apparent in the pagan cults in the marriage of the king The Land through his marriage to the Goddess/ Queen.  And how the corrupted version of this cult (the sacrifice of the king in pagan times, now forgotten) separated the king from the land, the queen and its peoples and creatures.’[2]

Thus the old sun/kingship can now die and a New Sun/Ray of Fire/Firebird be born on the day after the winter solstice. Incidentally, the image on the medallion illustrates the ancient connection between king and sun.  A knight on a white charger rides out of Sterling Silver Castle with the rays of the rising sun behind them.

Have just realised that the great, golden dinosaur bird in the film, Avatar, is The Firebird:  it illustrates the nature of the  new Ray of Fire.  The bird is gold and orange like the sun, yet the Na’vi call it Last Shadow, ie it combines both the light and the dark. The message of Toruk Maktau, Rider of Last Shadow, is always the same, that of uniting the people.  On this occasion, the Rider and Firebird unite The People to throw off an oppressor that is destroying the land. This brings us back to the main theme in The Magic Kingdom where Ben Holiday arrives on the scene only to find the Land suffering badly from The Tarnish. But all those old energies we see in the Landover stories are based on duality – wizards good and bad, dragons, kings, queens, witches and princesses, warring knights, are over, as the stories suggest in the somewhat flippant style of the writing used at times, and as the title of the book tells us – Magic Land Over.  

Another clue came at the Sunday Market nearby which my daughter, her boyfriend and I visited the following morning.  Someone dropped a coin on the ground which I picked up.  Strangely, a passerby commented that it had just been dropped but not to bother returning it – which I was about to do – as that person would not be particularly bothered by the loss of a mere 2 pence bit!  It was such a strange remark from a perfect stranger: it was as if I was meant to keep that coin!  I knew it meant something as it was an Irish 2p with the word EIRE and a lyre.  Later, I looked up the meaning. Eire or Eriu, is the Proto-Indo-European word meaning ‘Sovereign Goddess’, or ‘Abundant Land’,  impressing upon me what I was experiencing that weekend with the rolled out Firebird rug in my daughter’s flat at The Heart, which was The Robinson Building.

 After the Ring became the Heart, I had a synchronicity showing me that this indeed had taken place.  I saw a middle-aged couple arm in arm who had just entered the park and who then proceeded to walk very slowly as if one or other was convalescing. There was something odd about them and I found myself surreptitiously watching them. I was very taken by a large, golden sequinned heart almost covering the the front of the woman’s black T shirt. Slowly they walked a circle and then exited the park by the way they came in – and I still didn’t get the clue! My friend, Robert, who helps us, had to drop a hint ‘has the ring become the heart?’  The curious incident was showing me that the golden ring had turned into a heart, hence the heart being golden rather than the more common red.  Robert posed the question: what of the possibility of the demise of kingship? This was now a real possibility thanks to the Ring becoming the Heart.  The understanding had only been made possible through reading Terry Brooks’, The Magic Kingdom of Landover.

The response from Robert was, ‘we, you may need actuation into your world so that you can benefit from these happenings?’  The comment refers to the fact that he works with others to change the energies at a higher level, but then those changes have to manifest down here in our world, which is where I and others come in. There will be signs and clues around us that changes have been made in the energies. By recognising the clues, they are brought into consciousness.  The next step is to bring them into the physical world by anchoring them in the earth.  And this happened somewhat inadvertently! I was on the phone to a particular friend who I work with and we were thinking through what ‘actuation’ meant.  We were talking through and I was visualising at the same time the energy of the Ray of Fire entering the physical earth and I felt this energy build up inside me – acting as a conduit as my friend put it.  So now Gaia has received a new message of unity as well.

Not long after, the New Ray of Fire – a purer energy – became visible as the Olympic flame of the Winter Games in Sochi, Russia where the nations of the world came together in the common goal of excellence and united the people, just as the Firebird does in the film Avatar.

* A lexigram is composed of words made from the letters within a given word, or word and the same letter may not be used twice within a new word.

26 February 2014


[1] The Ring of Power in Tolkien’s ‘Lord of the Rings’.

[2]  Passage taken from an email to Robert