Fay Dreams

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Faye

Young at Heart

The Land of Heart’s Desire

William Butler Yeats

(1865–1939)

“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,

For I would ride with you upon the wind,

Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,

And dance upon the mountains like a flame.”

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Into The Mystic

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Into the Mystic

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

William Butler Yeats

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Yeats and Mysticism

Yeats believed that one could invoke the elemental forces via meditation on symbols.

Having a history in the esoteric, and mysticism myself, I have ventured into further study of the Irish poet. My eye was curious about his book, Vision, in which he laid out his own kind of symbolism based largely in Theosophy, and the Vedas. Apparently also there were associations with members of the occult order, The Golden Dawn. All fascinating to me.

Yeats,  Vision  (Text link)

Now a smattering of where my mind has been.

 

The Coming of Fairies

Arthur Conan Doyle

Chapter VIII

The Theosophic View Of Fairies

Of all religious and philosophies in Western lands I know none save that ancient teaching now called Theosophy which has any place in it for elemental forms of life. Therefore, since we have established some sort of independent case for their existence, it is well that we should examine carefully what they teach and see how far it fits in with what we have been able to gather or to demonstrate.

There is no one who has a better right to speak upon the point than my co-worker, Mr. E. L. Gardner, since he is both the discoverer of the fairies and a considerable authority upon theosophic teaching. I am glad, therefore, to be able to include some notes from his pen.

“For the most part,” he writes, “amid the busy commercialism of modern times,

“. . . the fact of their existence has faded to a shadow, and a most delightful and charming field of nature study has too long been veiled. In this twentieth century there is promise of the world stepping out of some of its darker shadows. Maybe it is an indication that we are reaching the silver lining of the clouds when we find ourselves suddenly presented with actual photographs of these enchanting little creatures–relegated long since to the realm of the imaginary and fanciful.”

“Now, what are the fairies?

“First, it must be clearly understood that all that can be photographed must of necessity be physical. Nothing of a subtler order could in the nature of things affect the sensitive plate. So-called spirit photographs, for instance, imply necessarily a certain degree of materialization before the ‘form’ could come within the range even of the most sensitive of films. But well within our physical octave there are degrees of density that elude ordinary vision. Just as there are many stars in the heavens recorded by the camera that no human eye has ever seen directly. . .”

Link to full text here.

If this seems a bit fragmented it is.

And reading a bit of H.P. Blavatsky’s, The Key to Theosophy

In the same vein, yet not in the same body, there is Quantum Physics, and all those hypothesis’s. Here is one I recently mostly read, Interesting. I can go with the possibility of the matrix, chocolate still taste like chocolate, and if your tooth is bad, still hurts, feels real.

Why Government Researchers Think We May Be Living in a 2D Hologram

Oddly they all correlate to me. lol Love yall.

Wild Swans

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The Wild Swans at Coole

W.B. Yeats

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

 

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

 

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

 

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
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