Sing a Song of Sixpence

I so love the way the Mysteries keep themselves alive! Their survival instinct is as strong as Mother Nature‚Äôs, 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…

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Shine on, you crazy diamond – unravelling the metaphors of Time

I’ve been realising recently that the design of the chequerboard floor of the Freemasonic lodge does not consist of black and white squares but black and white diamonds. You just have to skew it slightly to see this. It was confirmed to me yesterday when a dowser friend sent me a photo of the design…

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