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In what time thou wouldest deal with the spirits by the table and crystal , thou must observe the planetary hour ; and whatever planet rules in that hour, the angel governing the planet thou shalt call in the manner following; but first, say this short prayer: "Oh, God! who art the author of all good things, strengthen, I beseech thee, thy poor servant, that he may stand fast, without fear, through this dealing and work; enlighten, I beseech thee, oh Lord! the dark understanding of thy creature, so that his spiritual eye may be opened to see and know thy angelic spirits descending here in this crystal: ( Then lay thy hand on the crystal saying ,) and thou, oh inanimate creature of God, be sanctified and consecrated, and blessed to this purpose, that no evil phantasy may appear in thee; or, if they do gain ingress into this, creature, they may be constrained to speak intelligibly, and truly, and without the least ambiguity, for Christ's sake. Amen . And forasmuc...

Giordano Bruno (1548 – February 17, 1600), born Filippo Bruno , was an Italian Dominican friar , philosopher , mathematician and astronomer , who is best known as a proponent of the infinity of the universe. His cosmological theories went beyond the Copernican model in identifying the Sun as just one of an infinite number of independently moving heavenly bodies: he is the first European man to have conceptualized the universe as a continuum where the stars we see at night are identical in nature to the Sun. He was burned at the stake by civil authorities in 1600 after the Roman Inquisition found him guilty of heresy and turned him over to the state, which at that time considered heresy illegal. After his death he gained considerable fame; in the 19th and early 20th centuries, commentators focusing on his astronomical beliefs regarded him as a martyr for free thought and modern scientific ideas. Wikipedia Thus, his system of thought is an incoherent materialistic ...

The Cliffs There were cliffs so high they curved above us Striped with geology so old, so rich It had no names, not even those of the Miners who died in the winding holes they Dug into the cliff walls, holes to the sky Rapidly closing as the rubble falls Behind the miner who looks over His shoulder, drops his pick, sees darkness fall And outside, on the cliff face, another un-named dot appears, revenge of the cliff

Procure of a lapidary good clear pellucid crystal , of the bigness of a small orange, i.e. about one inch and a half in diameter; let it be globular or round each way alike; then, when you have got this crystal, fair and clear, without any clouds or specks, get a small plate of pure gold to encompass the crystal round one half; let this be fitted on an ivory or ebony pedestal, as you may see more fully described in the drawing, [figure 1]. Let there be engraved a circle (A) round the crystal with these characters around inside the circle next the crystal ; afterwards the name " Tetragrammaton ". On the other side of the plate let there be engraven " Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Raphael ; " which are the four principal angels ruling over the Sun, Moon, Venus and Mercury ; but on the table on which the crystal stands the following names, characters, &c. must be drawn in order. First, The names of the seven planets and angels ruling them, with their seals or chara...

The Sky Those who love the azure sky, beautiful Limitless, a place for the soul to play Should know that the sky they see is a lie A cover for the glories behind, that The horizon is too low, a jagged Cheapened line carrying far too much Sky, far too much weight, unlike the past

A piece of magic, a faked broken wing It's love, pure. simple, a sight that lingers Sentimentality aside, how could This be anything but a mothers love To pull along on a leash of weakness The predator, a task that's endless Again sentimental, but no surprise There, where success is achieved by lies "Hide the Secret" is such a human trait When the opposition force is too great To distract, to hide, to make things appear Other than they are, learn to make a tear In the way things are, and slip through a wing Save the young, pull a fast one on the thromg Of those who would hurt you or your young, but How could evolution, blind, cause such love The slow grind of mechanistic forces? Or a benevolent creators courses? We should know by now that often love is A blind mechanistic force, a habit, has No purpose beyond its own selfish needs And a creator had best stick to seeds The fifteenth way of looking at a Lapwing is for a gene to go and ...

Augury is the art of telling fortunes by watching the flight of birds The Lapwings' flight always tells of the same future A future of great peril and unselfish sacrifice This prediction is always correct

I once had a world in box Speckled blue, the size of your fist Resting on aromatic wood shavings I can smell them now as I sit in my dark cell I smashed it, I was only a child I dropped it from a top floor window It shattered and out came a drab brown bird It flew high, then higher then disappeared We all get one world and every world gets a bird To warn other birds of a new predator To be lured away from the speckled blue eggs

These are the jokes - An Interlude A Lapwing went to heaven It was full of foxes The Lapwing confused them all with graceful pirouettes on its' "good" wing and million mile an hour loops No eggs were lost Ever When NASA decided to send a Lapwing to the Space Station they sent no eggs. The Lapwing adopted some spider eggs instead. It learned to loop and gyre in micro-gravity, teaching the baby spiders to spin the strange webs they spin in space. It tried to lure away the bits of cosmic radiation always hammering through the station. At this it was 100% successful. Unfortunately the scientists weren't watching. The spiders grew up happy, well-adjusted and expert web makers birdscreamingland would be prime real estate if it weren't for all the needles All Lapwings have subscriptions to People magazine. It makes excellent nesting material.

Across the causeway Into the castle Castle Perilous Fifteen entered How many left? None left but one I could see the sparks rising in a fountain of speckled light The old man's eyes black through the fire Across the causeway Under the ground Castle Perilous Eleven entered How many left? None left but one I could see the stars spinning, a sprinkling of snow Against soft black felt. I remained silent Across the causeway Into the air Castle Perilous Seven entered None left but one But the six flew higher Slipped along fault lines of sky Saw the benevolent grinding Of the millers stone And only wanted to be chaff To be blown away And to fly higher And the one that was left Each time she fell With a broken wing What was her name? I took my right hand cupped Whispered a name into it Made a holding fist Threw the word across the fire Into his chest He grunted and fell back slightly The smiled and across the fire Threw the small sack from around his neck I opened the bag and Gently spilled...