![The irenicon
irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall..."
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
"A burnt house, for a cut alder."
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets."
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow."
"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head."
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And "... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet."
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower."
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek."
iv
But what of the vowels?
"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie."
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land."
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew."
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am "... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon..."
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
inanga](/Writings/The-irenicon/i-NZhMPcB/0/Ti/DSCF0058-Ti.jpg "The irenicon
irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
\"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall...\"
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
\"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight\",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
\"A burnt house, for a cut alder.\"
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
\"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets.\"
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
\"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key\"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.\"
\"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head.\"
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
\"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out\",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And \"... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet.\"
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
\"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower.\"
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
\"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,\"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
\"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek.\"
iv
But what of the vowels?
\"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees\",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
\"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued\",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
\"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie.\"
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
\"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
\"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land.\"
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
\"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew.\"
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am \"... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse\",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
\"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,\"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
\"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon...\"
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
inanga")
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# 43. Kuai / Break-through (Resoluteness)
above TUI
THE JOYOUS, LAKE
below CH'IEN
THE CREATIVE, HEAVEN
This hexagram signifies on the one hand a break-through after a long
accumulation of tension, as a swollen river breaks through its dikes, or in the
manner of a cloudburst. On the other hand, applied to human conditions, it
refers to the time when inferior people gradually begin to disappear. Their
influence is on the wane; as a result of resolute action, a change in conditions
occurs, a break-through. The hexagram is linked with the third month
[April-May].
THE JUDGMENT
BREAK-THROUGH. One must resolutely make the matter known
At the court of the king.
It must be announced truthfully. Danger.
It is necessary to notify one's own city.
It does not further to resort to arms.
It furthers one to undertake something.
Even if only one inferior man is occupying a ruling position in a city, he is
able to oppress superior men. Even a single passion still lurking in the heart
has power to obscure reason. Passion and reason cannot exist side by side-
therefore fight without quarter is necessary if the good is to prevail.
In a resolute struggle of the good against evil, there are, however, definite
rules that must not be disregarded, if it is to succeed. First, resolution must be
based on a union of strength and friendliness. Second, a compromise with
evil is not possible; evil must under all circumstances be openly discredited.
Nor must our own passions and shortcomings be glossed over. Third, the
struggle must not be carried on directly by force. If evil is branded, it thinks of
weapons, and if we do it the favor of fighting against it blow for blow, we lose
in the end because thus we ourselves get entangled in hatred and passion.
Therefore it is important to begin at home, to be on guard in our own persons
against the faults we have branded. In this way, finding no opponent, the
sharp edges of the weapons of evil becomes dulled. For the same reasons we
should not combat our own faults directly. As long as we wrestle with them,
they continue victorious. Finally, the best way to fight evil is to make
energetic progress in the good.
THE IMAGE
The lake has risen up to heaven:
The image of BREAK-THROUGH.
Thus the superior man
Dispenses riches downward
And refrains from resting on his virtue.
When the water of a lake has risen up to heaven, there is reason to fear a
cloudburst. Taking this as a warning, the superior man forestalls a violent
collapse. If a man were to pile up riches for himself alone, without
considering others, he would certainly experience a collapse. For all gathering is followed by dispersion.
Therefore the superior man begins to distribute while he is accumulating. In
the same way, in developing his character he takes care not to become
hardened in obstinacy but to remain receptive to impressions by help of strict
and continuous self-examination.
THE LINES
Nine at the beginning means: Mighty in the forward-striding toes. When one goes and is not equal to the task, One makes a mistake. In times of resolute advance, the beginning is especially difficult. We feel inspired to press forward but resistance is still strong; therefore we ought to gauge our own strength and venture only so far as we can go with certainty of success. To plunge blindly ahead is wrong, because it is precisely at the beginning that an unexpected setback can have the most disastrous results.
Nine in the second place means: A cry of alarm. Arms at evening and at night. Fear nothing. Readiness is everything. Resolution is indissolubly bound up with caution. If an individual is careful and keeps his wits about him, he need not become excited or alarmed. If he is watchful at all times, even before danger is present, he is armed when danger approaches and need not be afraid. The superior man is on his guard against what is not yet in sight and on the alert for what is not yet within hearing; therefore he dwells in the midst of difficulties as thought hey did not exist. If a man develops his character, people submit to him of their own accord. If reason triumphs, the passions withdraw of themselves. To be circumspect and not to forget one's armor is the right way to security.
Nine in the third place means: To be powerful in the cheekbones Brings misfortune. The superior man is firmly resolved. He walks alone and is caught in the rain. He is bespattered, And people murmur against him. No blame. Here we have a man in an ambiguous situation. While all others are engaged in a resolute fight against all that is inferior, he alone has a certain relationship with an inferior man. If he were to show strength outwardly and turn against this man before the time is ripe, he would only endanger the entire situation, because the inferior man would too quickly have recourse to countermeasures. The task of the superior man becomes extremely difficult here. He must be firmly resolved within himself and, while maintaining association with the inferior man, avoid any participation in his evilness. He will of course be misjudged. It will be thought that he belong to the party of the inferior man. He will be lonely because no one will understand him. His relations with the inferior man will sully him in the eyes of the multitude, and they will turn against him, grumbling. But he can endure this lack of appreciation and makes no mistake, because he remains true to himself.
Nine in the fourth place means: There is no skin on his thighs, And walking comes hard. If a man were to let himself be led like a sheep, Remorse would disappear. But if these words are heard They will not be believed. Here a man is suffering from inner restlessness and cannot abide in his place. He would like to push forward under any circumstances, but encounters insuperable obstacles. Thus his situation entails an inner conflict. This is due to the obstinacy with which he seeks to enforce his will. If he would desist from this obstinacy, everything would go well. But this advice, like so much other good counsel, will be ignored. For obstinacy makes a man unable to hear, for all that he has ears.
Nine in the fifth place means: In dealing with weeds, Firm resolution is necessary. Walking in the middle Remains free of blame. Weeds always grow back again and are difficult to exterminate. So too the struggle against an inferior man in a high position demands firm resolution. One has certain relations with him, hence there is danger that one may give up the struggle as hopeless. But this must not be. One must go on resolutely and not allow himself to be deflected from him course. Only in this way does one remain free of blame.
Six at the top means: No cry. In the end misfortune comes. Victory seems to have been achieved. There remains merely a remnant of the evil resolutely to be eradicated as the time demands. Everything looks easy. Just there, however, lies the danger. If we are not on guard, evil will succeed in escaping by means of concealment, and when it has eluded us new misfortunes will develop from the remaining seeds, for evil does not die easily. So too in dealing with the evil in one's own character, one must go to work with thoroughness. If out of carelessness anything were to be overlooked, new evil would arise from it.
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# 43. Kuai / Break-through (Resoluteness)
above TUI
THE JOYOUS, LAKE
below CH'IEN
THE CREATIVE, HEAVEN
This hexagram signifies on the one hand a break-through after a long
accumulation of tension, as a swollen river breaks through its dikes, or in the
manner of a cloudburst. On the other hand, applied to human conditions, it
refers to the time when inferior people gradually begin to disappear. Their
influence is on the wane; as a result of resolute action, a change in conditions
occurs, a break-through. The hexagram is linked with the third month
[April-May].
THE JUDGMENT
BREAK-THROUGH. One must resolutely make the matter known
At the court of the king.
It must be announced truthfully. Danger.
It is necessary to notify one's own city.
It does not further to resort to arms.
It furthers one to undertake something.
Even if only one inferior man is occupying a ruling position in a city, he is
able to oppress superior men. Even a single passion still lurking in the heart
has power to obscure reason. Passion and reason cannot exist side by side-
therefore fight without quarter is necessary if the good is to prevail.
In a resolute struggle of the good against evil, there are, however, definite
rules that must not be disregarded, if it is to succeed. First, resolution must be
based on a union of strength and friendliness. Second, a compromise with
evil is not possible; evil must under all circumstances be openly discredited.
Nor must our own passions and shortcomings be glossed over. Third, the
struggle must not be carried on directly by force. If evil is branded, it thinks of
weapons, and if we do it the favor of fighting against it blow for blow, we lose
in the end because thus we ourselves get entangled in hatred and passion.
Therefore it is important to begin at home, to be on guard in our own persons
against the faults we have branded. In this way, finding no opponent, the
sharp edges of the weapons of evil becomes dulled. For the same reasons we
should not combat our own faults directly. As long as we wrestle with them,
they continue victorious. Finally, the best way to fight evil is to make
energetic progress in the good.
THE IMAGE
The lake has risen up to heaven:
The image of BREAK-THROUGH.
Thus the superior man
Dispenses riches downward
And refrains from resting on his virtue.
When the water of a lake has risen up to heaven, there is reason to fear a
cloudburst. Taking this as a warning, the superior man forestalls a violent
collapse. If a man were to pile up riches for himself alone, without
considering others, he would certainly experience a collapse. For all gathering is followed by dispersion.
Therefore the superior man begins to distribute while he is accumulating. In
the same way, in developing his character he takes care not to become
hardened in obstinacy but to remain receptive to impressions by help of strict
and continuous self-examination.
THE LINES
Nine at the beginning means: Mighty in the forward-striding toes. When one goes and is not equal to the task, One makes a mistake. In times of resolute advance, the beginning is especially difficult. We feel inspired to press forward but resistance is still strong; therefore we ought to gauge our own strength and venture only so far as we can go with certainty of success. To plunge blindly ahead is wrong, because it is precisely at the beginning that an unexpected setback can have the most disastrous results.
Nine in the second place means: A cry of alarm. Arms at evening and at night. Fear nothing. Readiness is everything. Resolution is indissolubly bound up with caution. If an individual is careful and keeps his wits about him, he need not become excited or alarmed. If he is watchful at all times, even before danger is present, he is armed when danger approaches and need not be afraid. The superior man is on his guard against what is not yet in sight and on the alert for what is not yet within hearing; therefore he dwells in the midst of difficulties as thought hey did not exist. If a man develops his character, people submit to him of their own accord. If reason triumphs, the passions withdraw of themselves. To be circumspect and not to forget one's armor is the right way to security.
Nine in the third place means: To be powerful in the cheekbones Brings misfortune. The superior man is firmly resolved. He walks alone and is caught in the rain. He is bespattered, And people murmur against him. No blame. Here we have a man in an ambiguous situation. While all others are engaged in a resolute fight against all that is inferior, he alone has a certain relationship with an inferior man. If he were to show strength outwardly and turn against this man before the time is ripe, he would only endanger the entire situation, because the inferior man would too quickly have recourse to countermeasures. The task of the superior man becomes extremely difficult here. He must be firmly resolved within himself and, while maintaining association with the inferior man, avoid any participation in his evilness. He will of course be misjudged. It will be thought that he belong to the party of the inferior man. He will be lonely because no one will understand him. His relations with the inferior man will sully him in the eyes of the multitude, and they will turn against him, grumbling. But he can endure this lack of appreciation and makes no mistake, because he remains true to himself.
Nine in the fourth place means: There is no skin on his thighs, And walking comes hard. If a man were to let himself be led like a sheep, Remorse would disappear. But if these words are heard They will not be believed. Here a man is suffering from inner restlessness and cannot abide in his place. He would like to push forward under any circumstances, but encounters insuperable obstacles. Thus his situation entails an inner conflict. This is due to the obstinacy with which he seeks to enforce his will. If he would desist from this obstinacy, everything would go well. But this advice, like so much other good counsel, will be ignored. For obstinacy makes a man unable to hear, for all that he has ears.
Nine in the fifth place means: In dealing with weeds, Firm resolution is necessary. Walking in the middle Remains free of blame. Weeds always grow back again and are difficult to exterminate. So too the struggle against an inferior man in a high position demands firm resolution. One has certain relations with him, hence there is danger that one may give up the struggle as hopeless. But this must not be. One must go on resolutely and not allow himself to be deflected from him course. Only in this way does one remain free of blame.
Six at the top means: No cry. In the end misfortune comes. Victory seems to have been achieved. There remains merely a remnant of the evil resolutely to be eradicated as the time demands. Everything looks easy. Just there, however, lies the danger. If we are not on guard, evil will succeed in escaping by means of concealment, and when it has eluded us new misfortunes will develop from the remaining seeds, for evil does not die easily. So too in dealing with the evil in one's own character, one must go to work with thoroughness. If out of carelessness anything were to be overlooked, new evil would arise from it.
Also see:
James Legge Yî King #43
I Ching Plus Hexagram Notes #43
Chinese Text for #43
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The irenicon
irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall..."
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
"A burnt house, for a cut alder."
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets."
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow."
"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head."
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And "... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet."
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower."
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek."
iv
But what of the vowels?
"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie."
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land."
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew."
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am "... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon..."
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
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irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall..."
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
"A burnt house, for a cut alder."
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets."
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow."
"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head."
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And "... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet."
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower."
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek."
iv
But what of the vowels?
"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie."
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land."
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew."
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am "... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon..."
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
inanga
![The irenicon
irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall..."
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
"A burnt house, for a cut alder."
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets."
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow."
"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head."
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And "... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet."
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower."
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek."
iv
But what of the vowels?
"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie."
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land."
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew."
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am "... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon..."
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
inanga](/Writings/The-irenicon/i-NZhMPcB/0/L/DSCF0058-L.jpg "The irenicon
irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
\"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall...\"
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
\"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight\",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
\"A burnt house, for a cut alder.\"
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
\"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets.\"
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
\"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key\"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.\"
\"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head.\"
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
\"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out\",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And \"... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet.\"
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
\"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower.\"
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
\"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,\"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
\"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek.\"
iv
But what of the vowels?
\"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees\",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
\"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued\",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
\"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie.\"
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
\"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
\"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land.\"
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
\"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew.\"
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am \"... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse\",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
\"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,\"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
\"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon...\"
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
inanga")
The irenicon
irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall..."
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
"A burnt house, for a cut alder."
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets."
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow."
"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head."
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And "... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet."
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower."
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek."
iv
But what of the vowels?
"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie."
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land."
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew."
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am "... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon..."
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
inanga
irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God. It is the seed of the Trees of Life.
The irenicon in the Book of the Book harks to the wisdom of I Kings, IV, 33:
"And God gave Solomon wisdom and
understanding exceeding much
... and he spake of trees,
from the cedar that is in Lebanon
even unto the hyssop
that is upon the wall..."
The irenicon
i
Sing Goddess...
Open your left palm,
Spread it like a rainbow,
Look at the tips,
Of your fingers;
Left to right...
Tip of the thumb is Beth,
Noble birch,
A self-propogating mystery,
A flogging to spell away evil,
Tree of inception,
First month of the year;
Now the cold solstice is gone.
Tip of the forefinger is Luis,
Quickbeam rowan,
The compeller of demons,
To admit the basest Truth,
Quickfires of battle,
For whom the dragon is guardian;
An immobilizer of ghosts.
Tip of the middle finger is Nion,
Poseidon's ash,
Charm against drowning, and friend
to seafarers,
Strangler of fellow trees,
The power found in water;
In the month of floods.
Tip of the psychic finger is Fearn,
The alder of Bran,
Who stands in the front line,
"... the very battle witch of all woods,
tree that is hottest in the fight",
The bonfire of Branwen's romance;
"A burnt house, for a cut alder."
Tip of the ear-finger is Saille,
Willow of the death goddess,
Tree of Hecate, Circe, Hera and
Persephone,
Much worshipped by witches;
"Burn not the willow, a tree sacred
to poets."
Look at your fingertips
Beth, Luis, Nion, Fearn, Saille
Five sacred trees
Of the Dichetal do Chennaib:
"Tree powers,
Fingertips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover,
all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Bring him news of love;
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
Unriddle him a riddle;
The key"s cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise;
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies;
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the
mouth;
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks;
Drumming on his brow."
"Under the tongue root,
A fight most dread,
And another raging;
Behind, in the head."
ii
Glance again at your
fingers,
And before the first knucle,
See another;
Five sacred trees.
We begin with H-uath,
Or hawthorn, or May,
The whitethorn of Maia,
some say,
"Ne'er cast a clout, ere May be
out",
And Hermes conduct your
souls to hell,
The giant father of Olwen;
Stands guard at the sacred well.
Next is mighty Duir,
Of Jupiter, Zeus and Hercules,
Royal tree to All'ah,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Stout oak of the door,
That separates Dagda,
from Thor;
The wisdom: that
keeps a poet poor.
On the middle finger,
Spy the holly, passion of Christ,
Oh, spy the flowers of July,
And "... see a lady where
she sate,
Between an oak and a green
hollen,
She was clad in red scarlet."
Was she Tinne, of
the increase?
The psychic finger, in the
nutting season,
And for this we have good
reason,
Look deep into the dripping
branches,
Of Coll to find;
Poetic knowledge of
Aes Sidha.
The first of the two mysteries,
Of the crane's bag begins,
At the first joint of your
ear finger,
You will find Quert,
close companion to
the hazel,
You have found sorb apple,
Food of the god Apollo;
Tree of poetic resurrection.
H-uath, Duir, Tinne, Coll, Quert,
The second sacred five,
Of fifteen sacred trees;
Hidden in your fingertips, in
varying degrees.
"Clay, water, wool and blood,
wood, lime, and flax thread
a full twist,
Acacia, bitumen and virtue -
The nine materials;
of Nimrod's Tower."
iii
The second knuckles,
More trees reveal,
And spell out an ancient
calendar,
Read again, from left to right;
And find your way, towards
second sight.
Muin begins, the tenth month,
The spotted snake on the hill,
The skilled, powerful artist,
The hill of poetry,
The noble vine in the
vintage season,
A principle ornament in the
Temple of Jerusalem,
Between the twin towers - Boaz
and Joachim;
The poet seeks
resurrection.
Gort, the flowering ivy,
Is found beneath the mighty oak,
In the season of the
autumnal Dionysus,
When the souls of the Mysterion,
Imbibe ambrosia,
In the eleventh month
of Ariadne;
All witness Christ, son
of Alpha.
In the middle is Ngetal,
The reed sceptre of pharoahs,
The sovereign arrows of
sun-gods,
The threatening noise of the
sea,
A wave breaking on a beach;
Ready for cutting, in the
twelth month.
The second of the twin
mysteries,
Is found upon the psychic
finger,
For here lurks the blackthorn,
The mirror of H-uath is Straif,
Noble ignominy of Jesus,
attired in scarlet;
Dark heart of the poet's soul.
And last comes, elder of
the waterside,
Ah, you will remember,
"The curs'd elder and the
fatal yew,
With witch [rowan] and
nightshade, in their shadows
grew,"
Ruis is the thirteenth month;
And the tree, upon which
Judas was hung.
Muin, Gort, Ngetal, Straif, Ruis
Five more sacred trees,
Talking from your fingertips,
Telling, living, foreseeing
secrets,
Such clever consonants;
In different degrees.
"Jehovah was sworn
and will not repent:
thou art a priest, forever
after the order of
Melchizedek."
iv
But what of the vowels?
"Sweet cauldron of the Five
Trees",
Upon which are sworn
Oaths of holy tetractys;
What of?:
Ailm, Onn, Ura, Eadha, Idho,
What of these mysteries,
of the crane's bag,
The Triple Goddess in three
aspects,
Maiden, women, crone, perhaps,
Beginning, prime and end,
The mysteries of a poet's
Muse,
What of birth,
What of initiation, and
consummation;
What of repose, death and
poetic salvation?
BIRTH
He or she
shall be found...
Ailm is the silver fir,
Sacred to Artemis, the
Moon Goddess,
The tree of phoenix birth,
It is of Io, and under
the fir,
Was born the god of Byblos;
First station of the year.
Ailm, the beginning,
Was it not of you that was
constructed,
The clever horse of Troy?
You are the day,
Of the birth of any,
divine child,
Man or woman;
In any age.
INITIATION
He or she
shall do wonders...
Onn is the furze,
Prickles of the spring equinox,
"The furze but ill-behaved,
Until he is subdued",
The fiery daughter of youth,
Good against bad witches,
And worshipped by Gauls;
In ash groves.
The ash and fir, are the blaze,
on every hill,
Onn and Nion,
praise great Yggrdrasil,
Sacred to Wotan, Odin, Gwydion,
The furze is the Dominical wand,
That sprang from the
blood of Uranus;
When castrated, by angry
Cronos.
CONSUMMATION
He or she
shall reign...
"The crane must aye,
take nine steps ere she flie."
I am Ura, gathered heather,
I am of Isis and Venus,
And I dine on venison milk,
and eagle's breasts;
I set my chair in a womb
of hills.
I am the season of women,
The season of heaven bloom,
I am Arianrhod, the Queen
of the circle of life,
I reign in my prime now;
And dispense children
before advice.
REPOSE
He or she
shall rest...
Again, upon the psychic
finger,
Find Eadha as the
crane cries,
"I am the fourth tree,
of the autumn equinox and
old age,
I am shifting leaves of white poplar,
I am aspen, shield-maker's tree;
Some say: 'I am the loss,
of all hope.'
Beside the psychic finger,
You will find, the path
you take,
Towards your death,
Think now, think hard,
think long;
Can I live forever;
And like the poet,
be immortal?
"Moses obtained,
By suffering, and
In great necessity,
The aid of three;
Dominical rods.
Solomon obtained,
in Babel's Tower,
All the sciences;
Of Asia's land."
DEATH
He or she
cannot live forever...
You must overcome me,
I am Idho, tree of death,
Sacred to Hecate,
Black bulls were sacrificed
to me and,
"Ghosts would lap their
gushing blood;
Wreathed with yew."
I am the bow, and the
poisoned arrows,
Fired deep into the hearts,
Of those that fear death,
I am "... slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse",
A double fatal yew;
The spell of final knowledge.
Win my favour,
The favour of death
itself,
And I will give you;
The end before...
v
SALVATION
And you
shall be saved...
Two hidden trees,
sacred mysteries,
Are found far beyond,
the hand's palm,
In these two trees,
The answer will not be,
"Fir, womb of silver pain,
Yew, tomb of leaden grief,"
Gone shall be strife,
When you realise;
Death only begets
life.
Only these two trees,
Know when salmon,
Kings and Queens of
river fish,
Retire from philosophy,
Only these trees,
Have been set adrift;
on boundless seas.
Only these two trees,
Inspire poets to learn,
All secrets of the cosmos,
All secrets of the sun,
moon and stars,
All the secrets,
Of Jupiter, Mercury;
Saturn, Venus and Mars.
Alpha and Omega,
The beginning to the end,
The end and the beginning,
Ask -
"Sweet apple-tree crimson
in hue,
Which grows concealed in
Forest Celyddon..."
Where to find the sacred
thicket,
Where do you find
the palm and mistletoe
together?
The herald of new life;
And the berry of life
itself?
I am Ailm, the womb of
every holt,
I am Onn, the blaze on
every hill,
I am Ura, the Queen of
every hive,
I am Eadha, the shield
to every head,
I am Idho, the tomb to
every hope,
I am Omega, the gate to
every hell,
I am Alpha Tetragrammaton,
the door to
every heaven,
I am consort to the celestial
goddess,
I am the celestial goddess,
At times;
I am your fingertips...
inanga
See photo in original gallery.