Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Quetta Aiwenion

"I cant do it!"

what?

"I cant!"

oh , now what it is it Elli?

"I cant tell the story- I - I just cant do it."

What do you want me to do, Cariad? Cut out your heart - would that make it easier?

"Do you think it would help?"

Hmmm... cant say it would help - it might stop your whining...

... or not... Okay... well anyways. I forgot, Elluindil DOES know the language of the birds, never thought about teocuitatl in quite that way, but it's obvious... ok, so it's not. We must be circumspect in what we say about the subject as there are aspects of alchemy that should not be taken lightly (as the engineers at Tepco have discovered) and this circumspection has made this subject harder to write about...

The language of the birds, well I'm not talking about language like in the last post, but the OTHER language of the birds, the alchemical one

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Wolves, (Men) and Angels

Blood of the Moon, teocuitatl

Alchemy is a strange beast you find it in the most unlikely places, Toluca for instance. Beasts wretched or otherwise trees flowers stones stars, nobles and humans - all contain the same essence, the-same-mercury, the same sulfur...


"The same tears of the gods," -ML


Melda, you want me to finish or start leaking again?


"sorry... "


Some of you would like to figure out how to transform yourselves into one of the four-leggeds like Darcia did- but for altogether different reasons I guess - or perhaps not so different but perhaps not so selfish either.

I'd better explain. Or rather, I'd better quote somebody else. This world is so screwed up now, and so confused over stuff that used to be obvious when the great chain of being included, well, everything.

In addition to WR, I also like SSOTC, and what I like about it is what Lewis writes in "Out of the Silent Planet."

"How can I tell you I just KNOW the malacandrians do not keep pets: they dont need to. Each of them has the experience of the other species as an encounter with the wild other - like themselves but different. A thing we lack in our world, a hole we try to fill with our pets."

You realize Little Creek and Spirit can almost talk to each other. Of course Toboe could do that too: horses, crows, cats (though they creep him out).


"Rats, Hawks..."


Daro Ya! Where was I - oh yea, talking to other sentient beings

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

more to follow...

Sometimes with all the mess around you it helps to keep a sense of perspective. Poor Kiba, I'm not sure he ever quite understood it all until the end. Melda said to me, "Look to the west and ditch the western traditions." Speaking of your house burning down and Now I can see the moon...

The sky disintegrates and turns to dust,
The great earth becomes peaceful, no-one can see it.
Abruptly, the dry tree opens its one flower.
Calling to another spring, beyond history.


(What Daichi taught the Samurai Kiksushi in the snow)

ML - As with Laurelin, so then with the white tree of Gondor.
EL - I figured out the riddle, Meldasama, the shortest route east from here is to keep going west.
ML - The shortest route anywhere is via internet.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Yikes!

Ellie, it's getting much too rareified here. C'mon, do I have to teach you to tell a story? If it gets any more obtuse, even detective Lebowski wouldn't read this garbage. This isn't supposed to be a graduate dissertation you know...

(hmm... like he should know...) - EL


Me contareis mentiras...

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Auta i Lome, Rakuen entuluva!

Suilad Mellyn!

it is said that on the day of hiroshima, only one doctor was on duty at the hospital and some hours after the event, the americans called to see what was going on. (The nerve!) Allegedly this saint is supposed to have replied.

"now that my house has burned down, I can see the moon more clearly."

And that is why Alchemy was never the science of the masses. The price is too high, beyond me, soteigai.

"oiyedd, conetzin, me dijisted que hallareis boas albricias!" ML.

Supposedly this story has a happy ending. If you can get over episode 28 and 29, you'll get to 30. That is to say, the nobles loose. Utterly

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Apres 11.3.2011, le Deluge.

Ai, cariad, did I not warn you that the war of the nobles is real? Did you think you could long avoid this reality? 滅びの日


Tell me what the Rain knows:
Oh is this the flood of fortune,
that breaks itself upon me,
Oh see how I drown in this sea...



You ask, what did they do to deserve such catastrophe? But already you know the answer: nothing.

That is the way of such things, or have the tears all blinded you? In order to transform the caterpillar into the butterfly, the former must be unmade, for man to repent he must first dash his head on the stone of destiny. How greatly I desire to wipe away all your tears, but this I cannot do yet. And theoretical discussions ("theo-rhetor") are such a poor substitute for direct experience which you must encounter and suffer for yourself, na kare indomelya... ai, such bitter words. These are given to you: to apply wisdom where it is warranted, apply prudence where it is called for, and show compassion where it is needed most. Come now, would Toboe ask such silly questions?

-ML

What schlemiel came up with the idea of storing that much spent fuel in one place?... Oh, the AMERICANS! Of course! Damn Fool Cowboys. Baw! Were there no other choices? Then why do they spend so much on cold fusion research? What did the old master say "threaten them with death, and they will live." Threatened they have been, now what will they do? Now how will they live? There is no place to go. The secrets of freedom lie within energy, and the secrets of energy are well known, but hidden away where the wolves cannot find them. Daro! I waste my words.

3/19 Damn! He's been crying for a week- well for three days, and when he couldn't anymore, he sat there by the kitchen door watching as the rain fell and the sky did his crying for him! Then on sunday he turns to me smiles and says.. "I know how this story ends... the nobles loose."

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Les Quatre Edades, (the four ages)

Yon eigo-

as catro eidades

Si yiwan

Les Quatre eons

na keithre aois

Yenion Cantea. (couldn't help myself...Jp, Gal, Ch, Fr, Gael, Quenya)


Tetrahedron des quatre Metaux

In the first age, the creda yuga, when virtue is firmly established. Randa culea, The age of red-gold whose alchemical symbol is the Circle and dot.

Then the 2nd age when wisdom is challenged, but there is still the remnant of wisdom, and the age of silver and the moon, whose alchemical symbol is the crescent.

Then the age of brass, the impure koupros mixed with tin, the false gold, when indifference sets in. And madness and no one can bear the stench (or the food). Amusignly, the symbol of copper is that of Venus.

Lastly the age of gray iron, who's alchemical symbol is the circle with outstretched blade, the fourth age, founded in instability, depravity. When only strength will suffice for anything, and all pretense of virtue is lost. It is the age of 49, 7x7, the seventh step, the point of completion of the work when the world must be transformed. It has no other sign but death.


"and when the birds fall dead from the sky, then will the rainbow warriors appear..."


The schema of the four ages is to be found in various places, and in various guises. The most well known is from India. But it also turns up in odd places, such as among the Lakota and others where the it is the mother buffalo that stands on four legs, etc. I would also be remiss not to point out the dream of Nebuchadnezzar of the statue, with a head of gold, arms of silver, legs of iron and feet of clay mixed with iron. Scholars will of course contest this last example as referring to other times and kingdoms different than the other examples.

Now it is true that some clueless people hearing it called the "creda yuga" have allowed sloppy semantic creep to get the impression that this somehow implies "credulity", gullibility and naivete'. This is of course absurd. Creda, as in faith, is neither, but it is merely the certainty of truth, when virtue is firmly established, because it is obvious. It is only later when wisdom has faded that what ought to be obvious becomes "doubtful." So it is that your little hero never doubts his virtue, even when it gets him a swift punch to the face, or is ridiculed by those he calls friends.

Those attentive persons will have already grasped the associations to our characters. They may however not have appreciated that Kiba is of the age of silver. It is so, your great hero must be challenged, just as the little hero is challenged, and never wavers, but for all that can never understand why the others are so devoid of any virtue: faith, compassion, mercy, etc. It is so: the little one is of the age of red gold, randa calaea. As he says in episode 19, "why cant we all get along?" because for him it seems inconceivable that it should not be so.

More attentive persons will have noted, that it is these two orphans who were raised by "humans". While the two of the age of brass and iron were not. It is also a sign, for the motif dear to the heart of Nicholas Flamel - but also in that part of the world, it was tradition that orphans were often named "innocente". Like the "creda yuga" this also has been misunderstood.

But here I must touch upon one of the greatest of questions. Why are there four ages at all? Not why, 4, but why is there decay? You cannot hope to conquer without danger for that would be a triumph without victory. And so it is, that to have strength of conviction it is not enough to have "urges" and "voices inside". Gold is refined in the fire, it dies and is re-born, purified and stronger. But with each stage it is not as before accquiring new abilities and attributes and becomming more and more like those that made them. You cannot go from kindergarten to grad school all at one go.

Therefore do not despair that you have come to this fourth age when all is madness, depravity and death, nor dwell too long on what was in the noontide of our history. Can you not hear his voice calling to you, saying "my friends, it has been our distinct honor to live in this last 4th age of the cow when all works of false wisdom will at last fail in chaos, destruction, instability and death- for we who have stood the test, persevered in truth, charity and compassion and love till the end are crowned with a victory! One beyond the imagination of those of the earlier ages, one of which the stars will declare, "behold they have come at last"

"I thought you were going to talk about alchemy?" - Ell.
"I did." - ML
"I was thinking more of an introduction."
"The moon is too new for that."