irenicism: the journey towards a better understanding of our relationship with God.
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..."
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
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 pheonix 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
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 pheonix 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
"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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