Myths - 1

You have seen writings of faucon of Sakin’el

about the ‘Lantern of Orbe’ and the structure

of Trebusca, which he learned from Kiyan the Gusari.

Learn now of their source, translated as best I can

The Duuran

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COLD - HARD REALITIES

Three by Three and More

The Sacred Mountain is of the Earth

and gives three choices, hence its name –

select a route for ease of Mind,

ascend that you may know your Spirit,

or challenge fear bound in your Heart.

Three rivers flow by Spirit’s grace,

that a tear might flow to boundless space –

Emerald Saca with twisted Mind,

while Sava will tease the Danuba Heart,

and the third will hide ‘neath glacial Earth.

From Trigor’s crest the world unfolds

in six directions as foretold –

four embrace both Mind and Heart

while Spirit and Earth do entwine

in clouds above and lake below.

Twenty-four are then the lenses

through which to view eternity,

or allow your being to shine forth

as a blend of Tegsh and reflection

of self as seen through other’s eyes.

 

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NOTE: there is a Glossary on the trigor@wordpress blog to explain some of these terms and concepts; but generally it means that “understanding” can be divided into six realms or sources of knowledge, each viewed from the perspective of mind, heart, spirit and earth — The ‘Magic 24″ called Trebusca — or the faces of a cube shaped lantern that both absorbs all experience and reflects an image of your being ( all is explained in Phinomininal Propengics available free or at low cost)

Bulloo Downs

 

Being a Lord and accustomed to the high life, Lord Mongomery and I decided to go to Bulloo Downs.

Sidney Kidman was one of Australia’s biggest property owners. He bought land in the Channel country, the region where the floodplains of the Cooper, the Georgina and the Diamentina Rivers provide a rich base for superb green pasture.

Legend has it that Kidman left his home in Adelaide in the late 1800s on a one-eyed horse named Cyclops. At his peak Kidman and Co had purchased 150 stations.

Monster and I have decided that we might just draw inspiration from the bushmen and women, and the animals they work with. We plan to follow the Kidman Way on up to Queensland where my great grandfather was a surveyor and stand where he stood and talked of Lemuria.

But for now the King of the Cattlemen has prepared a feast for our Lord Montgomery and I plan to tuck in as well.

Heather Blakey

Our arrival

With the help of Le Enchanteur’s magic, my traveling companion and I have been transported from a lonely beach in Queensland to a hillside in Spain. We have decided to begin our Grand Tour by spending Christmas in Granada, surely one of the most beautiful cities on earth.
Since we are setting out from Australia, at a considerable distance from everywhere else, and neither my companion nor I care for the thought of flying, Le Enchanteur’s magic is a welcome addition to our luggage. It is the little silver flute that I found in the bag given to me at the start of this journey. It was an addition to the familiar items I had carried before on these journeys.
I discovered the flute’s magic quite by accident. I played a few bars of Greensleeves and found myself in London, with Buckingham Palace before my startled gaze. Realising what had happened, I quickly played Waltzing Matilda and found myself home again.
So while my companion held my arm on that balmy Queensland beach, I played a few bars of We Three Kings, a popular carol in Spain where the Three Kings are still venerated.
In the wink of an eye, we were standing on a hill overlooking the magnificent vista of Andalucia. Above us, perched like an eagle on the hilltop was a beautiful old castles, and below small white houses scattered down to the plain, like icing sugar on a cake. The air was a crisp and cold, and we were glad of our warm traveling clothes, which a few moments ago had seemed so unsuitable on a warm summer day.
While we were exclaiming over the view, a group of children came toward us. Shyly they beckoned us to follow them to a charming village of white houses nestled into the hill. We made our way up winding paths to a dear little house perched on the side of the hill. A woman who proved to be the children’s mother met us at the door.
“Welcome to la Casa del Almendro,” she said. “I am Carmelcita Vasquez, and these are my children Pedro and Gitana. We will do everything we can to make your stay here a happy one.”
The House of the Almond Tree – Edith and I looked at each other in delight. The courtyard was indeed shaded by an almond tree, and Carmelcita had laid out a delicious breakfast of orange juice, mushroom omelets and the fried, sugar dusted cakes called roquillas.
While my companion and I made short work of this repast, our luggage was collected and taken into the house by Pedro and his father Domingo. Carmelcita and her husband and children lived in a house nearby and we were truly grateful that they had agreed to look after us during out stay. Their welcome was everything we could have wished.
After breakfast, my companion and I did some unpacking, and explored our dear little house. It was quite whimsical inside, and looked as if it had been carved out of the living rock. The walls had little carved niches rather than shelves in which Edith and I placed a few mementoes and books. The fireplace was similarly carved out of the rock, and Carmelcita assured us that though the nights were cold, our house would be snug because the chimneys tunneled through the walls, spreading warmth to every part of the house.
My bedroom was charming and overlooked the little courtyard below. I placed my clothes into a deep cavern cut into the wall, whitewashed and lined with shelves. The cover on the bed and the rug on the floor were handmade and there was a desk by the window where I stored my art and writing materials. Edith was equally delighted with her bedroom, which overlooked the Andalucian plains.
Later that morning, while we enjoyed fragrant coffee from our own dear little kitchen, Pedro and Gitana decorated the almond tree with tinsel and gold stars and chatted excitedly about Christmas, and what they hoped the Three Kings would bring for them. Edith and I were reminded that here, Christmas goes on until January 6, when the Three Kings bring presents for the children.
It would be, we agreed, a marvelous way to spend the holiday season, in this delightful village, with Granada less than an hour away, and the companionship of the Vasquez family.