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Godzilla: King of the Monsters - Official Trailer 1

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A Mortai from the Beastlands?


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Photographed at Mt. Baker, northern Washington in August 2008

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Ah Mortai are one of my

Ah Mortai are one of my favorite "monsters" from Planescape!

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The Dragon Prince:

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Fellowship of the Ring:

Fellowship of the Ring:

“Despair, or folly?" said Gandalf. 'It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not. It is wisdom to recognize necessity, when all other courses have been weighed, though as folly it may appear to those who cling to false hope. Well, let folly be our cloak, a veil before the eyes of the Enemy! For he is very wise, and weighs all things to a nicety in the scales of his malice. But the only measure that he knows is desire, desire for power; and so he judges all hearts. Into his heart the thought will not enter that any will refuse it, that having the Ring we may seek to destroy it. If we seek this, we shall put him out of reckoning.'

"At least for a while," said Elrond. "The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.” 

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[M]atter, which we can now

[M]atter, which we can now define only as that which satisfies the laws of physics, may be spirit insofar as... the spirit conforms to the mental operations of distinguishing and objectifying. We can explain causally... precisely to the degree to which spiritual reality can be objectified; in this objectified form it is called... matter.

[I]n the history of philosophy this identity has been variously expressed by asserting that the final reality is spiritual; what... we call matter is the mode in which this final reality is perceived by itself as alienated from itself.

--C.F. von Weizsäcker

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The Wodlands 10 - More, the

The Wodlands 10 - More, the Maw.

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Cut off, Ruined, Black and Burnt.
The Anaesthetic fire is said to come from here, in ages past.
Hence the burning Goblin Ghosts - pay them no mind.
The City of Visible Grief - strange winds that blow from the Maw turn the visible invisible and the invisible visible.
People go there to turn invisible - stand in the visible wind and be transformed as it blasts away your corporeal self and sends you into another world.

The City of Visible Grief been blasted into almost-total invisibility by the wind rushing through it for eons.
As if it were made of glass.
Hurts the eye to be there.
Dust, leaves and marks, and graffiti made by generations have left their mark.
The city is highlighted like a wireframe model, marked by by textures, covered by tags.
In most cases there is enough to make out general stuff.
The Maw slowly draws the Invisible City into itself - spires like the glass teeth of a circular worm...

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Plato's unwritten doctrines

Plato's unwritten doctrines

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The two fundamental 'ur-principles' that are thought to constitute the basis of Plato's unwritten doctrines are :

The One: the principle of unity that makes things definite and determinate
The Indefinite Dyad: the principle of 'indeterminacy' and 'unlimitedness' (Gk., ahóristos dyás)

Plato is said to have described the Indefinite Dyad as 'the Great and the Small' (Gk., to méga kai to mikrón).[25] This is the principle or source of more and less, of excess and deficiency, of ambiguity and indefiniteness, and of multiplicity. It does not imply unlimitedness in the sense of a spatial or quantitative infinity; instead, the indefiniteness consists in a lack of determinateness and therefore of fixed form. The Dyad is called 'indefinite' to distinguish it from definite two-ness, i.e., the number two, and to indicate that the Dyad stands above mathematics.[26]

The One and the Indefinite Dyad are the ultimate ground of everything because the realm of Plato's Forms and the totality of reality derive from their interaction. The whole manifold of sensory phenomena rests in the end on only two factors. Form issues from the One, which is the productive factor; the formless Indefinite Dyad serves as the substrate for the activity of the One. Without such a substrate, the One could produce nothing. All Being rests upon the action of the One upon the Indefinite Dyad. This action sets limits to the formless, gives it Form and particularity, and is therefore also the principle of individuation that brings separate entities into existence. A mixture of both principles underlies all Being.[27]

Depending upon which principle dominates in a thing, either order or disorder reigns. The more chaotic something is, the more strongly the presence of the Indefinite Dyad is at work.[28]

According to the Tübingen interpretation, the two opposing principles determine not only the ontology of Plato's system, but also its logic, ethics, epistemology, political philosophy, cosmology, and psychology.[29] In ontology the opposition of the two principles corresponds to the opposition between Being and Not-Being. The more the Indefinite Dyad influences a thing, the less it has of Being and the lower its ontological rank. In logic, the One supplies identity and equality, while the Indefinite Dyad supplies difference and inequality. In ethics, the One signifies Goodness (or virtue, aretḗ), while the Indefinite Dyad signifies Badness. In politics, the One gives to a populace that which makes it into a unified political entity and enables it to survive, while the Indefinite Dyad leads to faction, chaos, and dissolution. In cosmology, the One is evidenced by rest, persistence, and the eternality of the world, as well as the presence of life in the cosmos and the pre-determined activity of the Demiurge Plato mentions in his Timaeus. The Indefinite Dyad is in cosmology the principle of movement and change, and especially of impermanence and death. In epistemology, the One stands for philosophical knowledge that rests upon acquaintance with Plato's unchanging Forms, while the Indefinite Dyad stands for mere opinion that is dependent upon sensory impressions. In psychology or the theory of the soul, the One corresponds to Reason, and the Indefinite Dyad to the sphere of instinct and bodily affects.[30]

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Usual caveats:

Usual caveats:

"The robust polytheism of the ancient Greeks offered worship to a great variety of beings.  Among these were nymphs, female spirits who were associated with springs and other features of the natural landscape.[1]  Precisely nothing of classical monotheism’s definition of a god can be applied meaningfully to nymphs.  Each nymph was believed to be active in a relatively small area, and to have power only over limited aspects of the natural and human worlds.  Nymphs were believed to have powers and knowledge surpassing that of human beings, but nothing even remotely like omnipotence or omniscience was ever attributed to them, and they ranked relatively far down the diffuse hierarchy of ancient Greek divine powers.

Yet it is a matter of historical record that for some people, the worship of a particular nymph or a group of nymphs became the focus of a life’s religious devotion.  The cave of Vari in Attica was the hermitage of one such person, a man named Archedamos of Thera, who lived there around the turn of the fifth century BCE.  Inscriptions he carved into the stone walls of the cave explain that he was a devotee of the local nymphs, planting and tending a garden for them and improving the cave at their direction.  After his death, the cave became a place of more than local pilgrimage.  Another example of the type occurred around the same time in Thessaly, at the cave of Pharsalos, where the hermit’s name was Pantalkes; again, the object of his devotion was the local nymphs."

-- Greer, John Michael. A World Full of Gods: An Inquiry into Polytheism (Kindle Locations 244-249). ADF Publishing. Kindle Edition.

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Odd. Can you go into a

Odd. Can you go into a little more detail about these practices? What did the worshipers expect of their worship? Was it supposed to have some effect on their afterlife? Why did they do it -- were they impressed by the local nymphs somehow?

I've been curious for a while as to why someone would devote themselves to a relatively minor "god." Perhaps I should take a look at this book.

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Ah I'll let you know if he

Ah I'll let you know if he goes deeper into, I'm not that far into the work yet.

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Mark Twain And The World of Dreams

http://consciousnessunbound.blogspot.com/2018/10/mark-twain-and-world-of-dreams.html

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Mark Twain, for example, who wrote about his psychic experiences, was a dream aficionado. At age sixty-three, he wrote My Platonic Sweetheart, an account of a dream adventure lasting forty-four years. This consisted of having episodic encounters with an archetypal fifteen-year-old sweetheart, sometimes called Agnes. In the dream, Twain is always seventeen. They meet about once every two years in various exotic locales; her appearance may change but her instantly recognizable soul essence shines through.

The encounter is brief, a mere glimpse, but when their eyes meet there is mutual recognition. They gaze upon each other and melt into each other in perfect love.
In a short narrative, in part good surrealism, nicely mimicking the way events unfold in dream logic, Twain writes: “In the first moment I was five steps behind her; in the next one I was at her side—without either stepping or gliding; it merely happened; the transfer ignored space.”

Speaking of two encounters with his dream sweetheart in 1864, he remembers “the eager approach, then the instant disappearance, leaving the world empty and of no worth”. The feeling was intimate without passion, childlike but finer, more exquisite than in waking life. Twain tells of his encounter with Agnes in Athens, “not surprised to see her, but only glad”, and then he “climbed a grassy hill toward a palatial sort of mansion built of terra-cotta . . .” and goes on to describe in detail what he saw as “the richly tinted and veined onyx”, noting how it all remained so vivid in his memory for thirty years.

About the house in his dream, Twain wrote: “When I think of that house and its belongings, I recognize what a master in taste and drawing and color and arrangement is the dream artist who resides in us.” He could scarcely reproduce a likeness of common objects, he said; by contrast his dream-artist never failed to create compelling visions of reality.

“But my dream-artist can draw anything, and do it perfectly; he can paint with all the colors and all the shades, and do it with delicacy and truth; he can place before me vivid images of palaces, cities, hamlets, hovels, mountains, valleys, lakes, skies . . . and he can set before me people who are intensely alive.”

Now in the last two pages of this reminiscence, Mark Twain is either pulling our leg or announcing a philosophy like that of the two philosophers mentioned up front, Broad and Price. In their view, we are immersed in an extended dream world that periodically overflows the boundaries of rational sense life. Again, Twain: “In our dreams – I know it! – we do make the journeys we seem to make; we do see the things we seem to see; the people, the horses, the cats, the dogs, the birds . . .”. The pain he felt when his dream love died was intensely real, “preternaturally vivid.” Fortunately, however, she re-appeared, revived in a later dream.

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In the mental world, for

In the mental world, for instance, there is a domain of the physical mind which is related to physical things and keeps the memory of physical happenings upon earth. It is as though you were entering into innumerable vaults, one following another indefinitely, and these vaults are filled with small pigeon-holes, one above another, one above another, with tiny doors. Then if you want to know something and if you are conscious, you look, and you see something like a small point – a shining point; you find that this is what you wish to know and you have only to concentrate there and it opens; and when it opens, there is a sort of an unrolling of something like extremely subtle manuscripts, but if your concentration is sufficiently strong you begin to read as though from a book. And you have the whole story in all its details. There are thousands of these little holes, you know; when you go for a walk there, it is as though you were walking in infinity. And in this way you can find the exact facts about whatever you want to know. But I must tell you that what you find is never what has been reported in history – histories are always planned out; I have never come across a single “historical” fact which is like history. This is not to discourage you from learning history, but things are like that. Events have been quite different from the way in which they have been reported, and for a very simple reason: the human brain is not capable of recording things with exactitude; history is built upon memories and memories are always vague.

(Collected Works of the Mother, Vol 4, 15 Feb 1951

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Fruit in a blossom and petals

Fruit in a blossom and petals in a seed
Reeds in a riverbed, music in a reed
Stars in a firmament shining in the night
Sun in a galaxy and planet in its light
Bones in the rosy blood like land in a sea
Marrow in a skeleton and I in me
- Owen Barfield

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Light in the world, world in the mind
Mind in the heart, heart in the night
Pain in the day, strength in the pain
Light in the strength, world in the light
- Owen Barfield

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Usual caveats, poem by

Usual caveats, poem by Novalis:

‘Almighty Spirit, primary source of all essences, /
Zeus, Oromazd, Brahma, Jehova, /
You are before the first eon and /
after the last you are there again. /
You call light and shine from bare darkness, /
from wildest chaos-an Ellisium. /
You wink and see! — a temple becomes hell /
and a sun is enveloped by night. /
From your mouth spring life and benediction /
in this tree and in Sirius. /
And food you spread to myriads of orders /
of creatures, and joyful delight. /
A child calls its father for food, /
though being full for thousand days, /
since the father even though unasked /
has food and drinks always already bestowed’

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Usual Caveats, Henri Corbin

Usual Caveats, Henri Corbin On Spiritual Reality & Imagination

For all our esotericists, the interior world designates the spiritual reality of the supersensible universe which, while a spiritual reality, is that which encircles and envelopes the reality of the external world... 'To leave' that which we commonly call the exterior world is an experience not at all 'subjective' but as 'objective' as possible, but it is difficult to transmit this to a spirit wanting to be modern.
- En Islam Iranien v. 1, 82

The Active Imagination guides, anticipates, molds sensory perception; that is why it transmutes sensory data into symbols. The Burning Bush is only a brushwood fire if it is merely perceived by the sensory organs. In order that Moses may perceive the Burning Bush and hear the Voice calling him 'from the right side of the valley' - in short, in order that there may be a theophany - an organ of trans-sensory perception is needed.
- Creative Imagination in the Sufism of Ibn 'Arabi, 80

…The seriousness of the role of the Imagination is stressed by our [Iranian] philosophers when they state that it can be 'the Tree of Blessedness' or on the contrary 'the Accursed Tree' of which the Qur'an speaks… The imaginary can be innocuous, the imaginal never can.
- Spiritual Body & Celestial Earth, vii-x.

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Usual caveats, neither

Usual caveats, neither endorsing nor refuting any real world beliefs:

"The concept of this dimension of light, an archetypal dimension because it grounds every being in another self which keeps eternally ahead of him,can provide us with the key to a celestial world inhabited by figures who are constituted and governed in their being by a law of their own, a law with its very own logic. The responses we have just read refer to the twofold plane or twofold state of being which characterizes Mazdean ontology,and which is designated by the two terms menok and getik. We must take care not to reduce the contrast they express to a Platonic schema pure and simple. We are not dealing precisely with an opposition between idea and matter, or between the universal and the perceptible. Menok should, rather,be translated by a celestial, invisible, spiritual, but perfectly concrete state.Getik designates an earthly visible, material state, but of a matter which is in itself wholly luminous, a matter immaterial in relation to the matter that we actually know. For, and this is the peculiarly Mazdean conception,a transition to the state of getik means in itself not a fall but rather fulfillment and plenitude. The state of infirmity, of lesser being and darkness represented by the present condition of the material world, results not from its material condition as such but from the fact that it is the zone invaded by the demonic Contrary Powers, the arena of struggle and also the prize.

Here the stranger to this creation is not the God of Light but the Principle of Darkness. Redemption will bring the flowering of the 'tan i pasen', the"body to come," the corpus resurrection is; it does not tend to destroy the getik world, but to restore it to its luminous state, its archetypal dimension."
-Henri Corbin, Cyclical Time and Ismaili Gnosis

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What Were the Isles of the

What Were the Isles of the Imprisoned Moon?

http://falsemachine.blogspot.com/2018/12/what-were-isles-of-imprisoned-moon.html

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The Nightmare Sea itself was a black and lightless ocean beneath which slept somewhat lovecraftian entities. There were no stars, compasses didn't work very well, the 'heavens' of stone sometimes dropped so close to the surface that they could take the masts off ships. The only way to navigate was via 'ateks' biopatterns of regular sealife, and the Nightmares of the Sleeping Minds.

By examining the exact content of their nightmares, and working out which parts were driven my or inspired by the insidious psychic energy of which sleeping being, the Navigators could triangulate their position.

The Navigators come from Nox.

Nox was intended to be a kind of Rome/London/Dark Athens, insanity driven industrial hyperpower which came as close to ruling the Nightmare Sea as anyone.

Far away from Nox, on the other side of whatever the 'world' was down there, were the Isles of the Imprisoned Moon...

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"A theory (one among many)

"A theory (one among many) holds that the Actuality is a spell in the midst of being cast. Originally cast at the center of time, it spreads both forward and backward, creating not only everything but every moment as well. The being who cast the spell is utterly unknown (and, by most accounts, unknowable), but they have left behind remnants and clues that people lump together and call the Legacy. The Legacy is often discussed as if it is
the creator being, when it is actually a collection of relics, lore, and creatures. Beings referred to as angels are a part of the Legacy, for example. Those who wish to study the Legacy and plumb its mysteries are directed to the Silent Church."

--The Key, first rule book for Monte Cooke Games' Invisible Sun RPG

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Just as a note on the Rule of

Just as a note on the Rule of Threes, in honor of post #729 in this thread: 729 is 3^6, making it post 3^(3+3)!

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Nice! The Moignos are well

Nice! The Moignos are well pleased with that Platonic Correspondence!

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Our brains are colored lenses

Our brains are colored lenses in the wall of nature, admitting light from the super-solar source, but at the same time tingeing and restricting it.
–William James

'[The] spatial universe is not necessarily limited to the collection of physical objects located in the physical world. There may well be many different three-dimensional spatial (or four-dimensional spatio-temporal) systems of sense-data and images in addition...'

–JR Smythies

There is a possibility in human minds of something mysterious as the night-wind, deep as the sea, calm as the stars, and strong as Death, a mystic contemplation, the “intellectual love of God”.
-Bertrand Russell

'Mind is positioned in a space of its own making ... . We wonder about the limits of the universe but never ask what is beyond the space of a dream.'
– Jason Brown

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“You are a woman; you are a

“You are a woman; you are a man; you are a boy or also a girl.
As an old man, you totter along with a walking-stick.
As you are born, you turn your face in every direction.
You are the dark blue bird, the green one with red eyes,
the raincloud, the seasons, and the oceans.
You live as one without a beginning because of your pervasiveness,
you, from whom all beings have been born.”
-(Svetasvatara Upanishad 4.3-4)

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When death comes

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world

-Mary Oliver, When Death Comes

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PROMISE OF BLUE HORSES

PROMISE OF BLUE HORSES

A blue horse turns into a streak of lightning,
then the sun --
relating the difference between sadness
and the need to praise
that which makes us joyful, I can't calculate
how the earth tips hungrily
toward the sun - then soaks up rain -- or the density
of this unbearable need
to be next to you.

It's a palpable thing -- this earth
philosophy
and familiar in the dark
like your skin under my hand. We are a small earth. It's no
simple thing. Eventually
we will be dust together; can be used to make a house, to stop
a flood or grow food
for those who will never remember who we were, or know
that we loved fiercely.

Laughter and sadness eventually become the same song turning us
toward the nearest star --
a star constructed of eternity and elements of dust barely visible
in the twilight as you travel
east. I run with the blue horses of electricity who surround
the heart
and imagine a promise made when no promise was possible.

~ Joy Harjo ~

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“Hermes bowed his head in

“Hermes bowed his head in thankfulness to the Great Dragon who had taught him so much, and begged to hear more concerning the ultimate of the human soul. So Poimandres resumed: "At death the material body of man is returned to the elements from which it came, and the invisible divine man ascends to the source from whence he came, namely the Eighth Sphere...

"Then, being naked of all the accumulations of the seven Rings, the soul comes to the Eighth Sphere, namely, the ring of the fixed stars. Here, freed of all illusion, it dwells in the Light and sings praises to the Father in a voice which only the pure of spirit may understand.

Behold, O Hermes, there is a great mystery in the Eighth Sphere, for the Milky Way is the seed-ground of souls, and from it they drop into the Rings, and to the Milky Way they return again from the wheels of Saturn. But some cannot climb the seven-runged ladder of the Rings. So they wander in darkness below and are swept into eternity with the illusion of sense and earthiness.

"The path to immortality is hard, and only a few find it. The rest await the Great Day when the wheels of the universe shall be stopped and the immortal sparks shall escape from the sheaths of substance. Woe unto those who wait, for they must return again, unconscious and unknowing, to the seed-ground of stars, and await a new beginning. Those who are saved by the light of the mystery which I have revealed unto you, O Hermes, and which I now bid you to establish among men, shall return again to the Father who dwelleth in the White Light, and shall deliver themselves up to the Light and shall be absorbed into the Light, and in the Light they shall become Powers in God. This is the Way of Good and is revealed only to them that have wisdom.”

― Thoth Hermes Trismegistus

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Marvellous stuff!

Marvellous stuff!

The whole concept of Hermes Trismegistus is really fascinating.

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Barsoom / John Carter of Mars

Trailer: John Carter of Mars (based on "A Princess of Mars" by Edgar Rice Burroughs.

Didn't actually know there was a movie based on the novel.

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Nice!

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By the making of gems the sub-creative function of the Elves is chiefly symbolized, but the Silmarilli were more than just beautiful things as such. There was Light. There was the Light of Valinor made visible in the Two Trees of Silver and Gold. * These were slain by the Enemy out of malice, and Valinor was darkened, though from them, ere they died utterly, were derived the lights of Sun and Moon. (A marked difference here between these legends and most others is that the Sun is not a divine symbol, but a second-best thing, and the ‘light of the Sun’ (the world under the sun) become terms for a fallen world, and a dislocated imperfect vision).
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But the chief artificer of the Elves (Fëanor) had imprisoned the Light of Valinor in the three supreme jewels, the Silmarilli, before the Trees were sullied or slain. This Light thus lived thereafter only in these gems. The fall of the Elves comes about through the possessive attitude of Fëanor and his seven sons to these gems. They are captured by the Enemy, set in his Iron Crown, and guarded in his impenetrable stronghold. The sons of Fëanor take a terrible and blasphemous oath of enmity and vengeance against all or any, even of the gods, who dares to claim any part or right in the Silmarilli. They pervert the greater part of their kindred, who rebel against the gods, and depart from paradise, and go to make hopeless war upon the Enemy. The first fruit of their fall is war in Paradise, the slaying of Elves by Elves, and this and their evil oath dogs all their later heroism, generating treacheries and undoing all victories. The Silmarillion is the history of the War of the Exiled Elves against the Enemy, which all takes place in the North-west of the world (Middle-earth). Several tales of victory and tragedy are caught up in it; but it ends with catastrophe, and the passing of the Ancient World, the world of the long First Age. The jewels are recovered (by the final intervention of the gods) only to be lost for ever to the Elves, one in the sea, one in the deeps of earth, and one as a star of heaven. This legendarium ends with a vision of the end of the world, its breaking and remaking, and the recovery of the Silmarilli and the ‘light before the Sun’ – after a final battle which owes, I suppose, more to the Norse vision of Ragnarök than to anything else, though it is not much like it.

Tolkien, J.R.R.. The Silmarillion . Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. Kindle Edition.

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Klosterheim looked hard at it

Klosterheim looked hard at it. "Aye. It's the same. And you've been deceived by the same trick, von Bek, as I told you.

"Then look upon it," I said. "Let all your forces look upon it. Look upon it!"

I hardly know why I spoke thus. I held the Grail up high. No shining came out of it. No music came out of it. No great event took place. It remained what it was: a small clay pot.

Yet, here and there in the ranks of Hell, pairs of eyes became transfixed. They looked. And a certain sort of peace came upon the faces of those who looked.

"It is a Cure," I cried, following my instincts, "a Cure for your Pain. It is a Cure for your Despair. It is a Cure."

The poor damned wretches who had known nothing but fear throughout their existence, who had faced no future but one of terror or oblivion, began to crane to see the clay pot. Weapons were lowered. The gruntings and the gigglings ceased.

Klosterheim was stunned. He made no protest as I moved towards his army.

"It is a Cure," I said again. "Look upon it. Look upon it."

They were falling to their knees. They were dismounting from their beasts. Even the most grotesque of them was transfixed by that clay pot. And still no

special radiance came out of it. Still no miracle occurred, save the miracle of their salvation.

--Michael Moorcock, The Warhound and The World's Pain

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CIRCLING

CIRCLING

I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.

I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I've been circling for thousands of years
and I still don't know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?

~ Ranier Maria Rilke ~

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Oh, Rilke, nice!

Oh, Rilke, nice!

I'm pretty sure that this has already been posted several years before, but it's just so good:
Hawkwind - The Chronicle of the Black Sword live
Including Michael Moorcock himself, as narrator.

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Nice to see the site up again

Nice to see the site up again and some good stuff I missed!

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Blasphemous - Reveal Trailer

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Valfaris

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Forever young - Gemini Man

Forever young - Gemini Man soundtrack
Nice mechanoid and melancholic vibe - not unfitting for the Planes.

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Good stuff Knight!

Good stuff Knight!

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The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance | Teaser | Netflix

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Pay special attention circa 1:06 ;-)

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Ah, so cool - the Planes are

Ah, so cool - the Planes are everwhere :)
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Some quotes from the King in Yellow and other stories by Robert W. Chambers:

“Shall I tell you all about her, cat? She is very beautiful – your mistress,’ he murmured drowsily, ‘and her hair is heavy as burnished gold. I could paint her – not on canvas – for I should need shades and tones and hues and dyes more splendid than the iris of a splendid rainbow. I could only paint her with closed eyes, for in dreams alone can such colours as I need be found. For her eyes, I must have azure from skies untroubled by a cloud – the skies of dreamland. For her lips, roses from the palaces of slumberland, and for her brow, snow-drifts from mountains which tower in fantastic pinnacles to the moons – oh, much higher than our moon here”

“The people faded away, the arches, the vaulted roof vanished. I raised my seared eyes to the fathomless glare; and I saw the black stars hanging in the heavens: and the wet winds from the Lake of Hali chilled my face.

“Strange is the night where black stars rise,
and strange moons circle through the skies,
but stranger still is
lost Carcosa.”

“Camilla: You, sir, should unmask.
Stranger: Indeed?
Cassilda: Indeed it’s time. We all have laid aside disguise but you.
Stranger: I wear no mask.
Camilla: (Terrified, aside to Cassilda.) No mask? No mask!

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That "no mask" quote is one

That "no mask" quote is one of my favorites!

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Symbolism Of Colors And Color Meanings Around The World

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Beautiful an with ahint of

Beautiful an with a hint of Xaos.

Jethro Tull - Mother England Reverie

I have no time for Time Magazine or Rolling Stone.
I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones.
I have no house in the country I have no motor car.
And if you think I'm joking, then I'm just a one-line joker in a public bar.
And it seems there's no-body left for tennis; and I'm a one-band-man.
And I want no Top Twenty funeral or a hundred grand.

There was a little boy stood on a burning log,
Rubbing his hands with glee. He said, "Oh Mother England,
Did you light my smile; or did you light this fire under me?
One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery.
And paint you a picture of the queen.
And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree
It's just the nonsense that it seems."

So I drift down through the Baker Street valley,
In my steep-sided unreality.
And when all is said and all is done
I couldn't wish for a better one.
It's a real-life ripe dead certainty
That I'm just a Baker Street Muse.

Talking to the gutter-stinking, winking in the same old way.
I tried to catch my eye but I looked the other way.

Indian restaurants that curry my brain
NNwspaper warriors changing the names they advertise from the station stand.
Circumcised with cold print hands.

Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel.
Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel.
In the underpass, the blind man stands.
With cold flute hands.
Symphony match-seller, breath out of time
You can call me on another line.

Didn't make her with my Baker Street Ruse.
Couldn't shake her with my Baker Street Bruise.
Like to take her but I'm just a Baker Street Muse.

(I can't get out!)

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