A selection of writings, speeches, photographs and events as well as some of my favourite literary passages.
Friday, 13 April 2007
Thursday, 12 April 2007
The City
My office stands in the shadow of the Gherkin (Swiss Re) but our building is being redeveloped and is being let to run down. Millers will move about 100 yards to their new office in 2008.
The top photo shows current rebuilding in the area.
Waiting for friends in The Sterling, the pub under the Gherkin, my 'local' in the City.
Friday, 6 April 2007
The Stanzas of Dzyan
The Eternal Parent [the great Matrix], wrapped in her ever-invisible Robes, had slumbered once again for seven eternities.
Time was not, for it lay asleep in the infinite bosom of duration.
Universal Mind was not, for there were no Ah-Hi [the serpents of limitation] to contain it.
The seven ways to bliss were not. The great causes of misery were not, for there was no one to produce or get ensnared in them.
Darkness alone filled the boundless all, for Father, Mother and Son were once more one, and the Son had not yet awakened for the new wheel and his pilgrimage theron.
The seven sublime Lords [levels of consciousness] and the seven Truths [the structure of the universe] had ceased to be, and the universe, the son of Necessity, was immersed in Paranish-panna [the highest truth], to be outbreathed by that which is and yet is not. Naught was.
The causes of existence had been done away with, and the invisible that was, and the invisible that is rested in eternal non-being - the one being.
Alone, the one form of existence stretched boundless, infinite, causeless in a dreamless sleep; and life pulsated unconscious in universal space, throughout that All-Presence which is sensed by the opened eye of Dangma [the perfected seer].
But where was the Dangma when the Alaya [the eternal parent - the matrix] of the Universe was in Paramartha [state of supreme reality] and the great wheel was Anupagaka [without parents]?
The Stanzas of Dzyan - the first of seven
See also The Scientist and the Universe
See also Hilma af Klint
Monday, 2 April 2007
Friday, 30 March 2007
The View from Old Winchester Hill
The view from the hill over Stocks south towards the coast, in summer after harvest
Aspects of this view appear several times in this Journal, as I grew up here. Click the links for some of them.
Stocks History from the Archive
View from Old Winchester Hill (Country Life)
Views from Old Winchester Hill (Flickr)
Kei running up Old Winchester Hill
Thursday, 29 March 2007
1 Corinthians 13
Though I speak with tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing.
Love suffereth long, and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself; is not puffed up; doth not behave itself unseemly; seeketh not her own; is not easily provoked; thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
Love never faileth; but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we know in part and we prophecy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, that which is in part shall be done away.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then, face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope and love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13
Click on the heading to hear the Winchester cathedral organ
Wednesday, 21 March 2007
Tuesday, 20 March 2007
The House of the Rising Sun
Photo Jim Goldsmith
Back in 1967 again - driving home from the White Horse in Droxford took exactly 4.5 minutes - the time taken for Eric Burdon to sing The House of the Rising Sun on a primitive battery-powered disc player on the back seat of my car....
Click on the heading for a Google Map of the route - though I actually took Watton Lane to avoid the rozzers...not because I'd been drinking because in those days I only drank coke!
Click on the link below to hear Eric Burdon again...
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