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May 11, 2013

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In the sound “hr” we have the intersection of a line of heat flowing out with another powerful line: the insurrection of “r” inside the circumference of the orifice; the cross [krest] within the circumference is – “hr”; this is – the cross [Ukrainian chrest]; “crux, croix.”

Prior to the creation of the world in the cosmic milieu (in the mouth) – a cross is erected.

Quoted from ‘Glossolalia: A Poem About Sound’ – Andrei Bely (1922)

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May 11, 2013

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a

Ray or Radiation

a

certain Star, or

its off-scouring

 superfluity

cast on earth

it falls

June, July, & August

it’s

serpent-like hue

upon the broad fields & meadows

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May 10, 2013

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If I can stay quiet, a day of sun is like a radio to me. The sun tunes in, the earth rings, boats croon down the river, I hear every sound of the day from the movement of a leaf to the flight of a fly. This is a day. This is a heavenly day. I am part of a heavenly day. My breathing is deep and quiet, light rises and falls, a slow magnetism flows between me and the hours.

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I have turned to a life without nature – animate or inanimate. In town, in the middle of July, throat burning, ears crackling with the loudspeaker city, head fainting with fury, heart failing, eyes trying not to see what they see but, instead, distant hills. I know a place where all is balm and forest. Where the wind runs like water. Must I follow through this city hell? Is it necessary? Is it right? Is it good? Must we all eat burning food in a burning flat and walk the burning streets to find a soul?

Quoted from’The Unknowable Gurdjieff’ – Margaret Anderson (1962)

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May 10, 2013

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One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. There is a certain poetic value, and that a genuine one, in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance.

Quoted from ‘Robert Browning’ – G.K. Chesterton (1903)

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December 22, 2010

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Tincture is a Specific Arcanum, having a certain essence, qualities, and forms, and also a colour, which it can impart, and so, as it were, infuse its own appearance into a substance. If this Tincture be properly developed, it will have the consistency and perspicuity of a most tenuous nature, just as the air is perspicuous, pure, and coloured in a certain way, transparency not interfering with the possession of colour. So also it can exist a long time without depositing a sediment. When so developed, it will impart an unchanging and persisting quality to a thing in proportion to its capacity for receiving it. And so in medicine, it conduces, above all, to the restoration of health, and the confirmation and strengthening thereof.

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By its high potency, it may be fitly said to be a renovator, acting upon every member, the blood, the spirit, and the vital heat. Tincture is of two kinds — open and brought out. The first spontaneously manifests on the surface, and frequently takes place in metals. That which is brought out is produced from the centre to the surface, and is extracted. There is in many substances a latent virtue or colour, which is called potential, and is to be developed by processes of exaltation, before it is extracted. Most noble are the tinctures of metals, and there are those also which are found in the investigation of vegetable natures.

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December 8, 2010