Sing a Song of Sixpence

I so love the way the Mysteries keep themselves alive! Their survival instinct is as strong as Mother Nature’s, which is hardly surprising because they are the dragons of the ouroboros that carry the sacred measurements of the whole cosmos. The Mysteries seed themselves as mnemonics into nursery rhymes, hymns, carols, psalms … any poem that can be sung. Like dock leaves are always found near nettles, they spring up wherever there is a human tongue to sing them to impregnate their eternal wisdom into the minds of the young.

For those who didn’t hear this nursery rhyme in their childhood, it goes like this:

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye

Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie

When the pie was opened the birds began to sing

Oh wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king!

The king was in his counting house counting out his money

The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey

The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes

When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose!

The four and twenty blackbirds are the hours of the day baked into a pi (symbol π), We have to know the number of pi to draw the circle of the 24 hours of the clock accurately, and without the “clock” of the circular Wheel of Time, which our ancestors drew in the starry constellations, we would be lost.

The number of pi, also known as Archimedes’ Constant, is an irrational number, often expressed as 3.14, and it is vital for working out the size or shape of any circle.

  • circumference of circle = πd
  • area of a circle = πr²
  • surface area of sphere = 4πr²
  • volume of sphere = ⁴⁄₃πr³

The sixpence is a reference to the number that controls how Time is divided in this dimension. There are 60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour, and 60 x 60 makes 360, the degrees of the circle, the pie of Time. This is why the number of man is expressed as 666. In other words, it’s nothing to do with Biblical devils, demons and apocalypses. That’s just to scare you off from studying the Mysteries.

The pocketful of rye is a poetic nod towards what William Blake calls “the Saturnic mills” in his poem in which he wondered whether Jesus’s feet walked upon “England’s mountains green”.

I call this seasonal mill on Earth the Windmill of the Year, and it is cognate with the stellar Wheel of Time in the heavens. Both wheels are governed by the great timekeeper, Saturn – hence “Saturnic mills”.

The Windmill of the Year by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

The second verse is about the thriving of Sovereignty being dependent on the knowledge of this formula, with the king counting out his money, and the queen eating the product of the honeybees who build their hives of hexagonal cells.

The only bit of the puzzle I can’t get is the maid who has her nose pecked off. It might have just been added for levity … but then my experience is that they rarely waste words. So for me that’s a Mystery that will, I hope, eventually unravel itself. Or perhaps someone reading this blog could suggest an answer in the comments?