TURN INTO THE VAST VOID
OF PRIMORDIAL DARK
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THE VAST LIGHT
THAT NO HUMAN LIVES TO SPEAK OF
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Disappearing Bloodline Dregs
Pocket Pearls
November 2005
OF PRIMORDIAL DARK
<
THE VAST LIGHT
THAT NO HUMAN LIVES TO SPEAK OF
ew
Disappearing Bloodline Dregs
Pocket Pearls
November 2005
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mists_of_Avalon
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firebrand
http://confessionsavidreader.blogspot.com/2012/09/book-review-firebrand-by-marion-zimmer.html
See Read More at end for quotes from Mists of Avalon
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firebrand
http://confessionsavidreader.blogspot.com/2012/09/book-review-firebrand-by-marion-zimmer.html
See Read More at end for quotes from Mists of Avalon
Above: First 3 photos of half a wing-shell found in sand at south edge of House on Dunes proptery on beach
Last photo another half wing-shell that almost matches the first one
...this found at north edge of same property.
Last photo another half wing-shell that almost matches the first one
...this found at north edge of same property.
See READ MORE below
for quotes and wiki articles re: Marion Zimmer Bradley's Timely for these Times, books
Mists of Avalon
&
Firebrand
for quotes and wiki articles re: Marion Zimmer Bradley's Timely for these Times, books
Mists of Avalon
&
Firebrand
MISTS OF AVALON
Marion Zimmer Bradley
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mists_of_Avalon
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firebrand
http://confessionsavidreader.blogspot.com/2012/09/book-review-firebrand-by-marion-zimmer.html
“I should know, for I am Morgaine le Fay, priestess of the Isle of Avalon, where the ancient religion of the Mother Goddess is born.”
“It had to do with the knowledge that the world was as it was because of what men believed it was... year by year, these past three or four generations, the minds of men had been hardened to believing that there was one God, one world, one way of describing reality, and that all things which intruded on the realm of that great one-ness must be evil and of the fiends, and that the sound of the bells and the shadow of their holy places would keep the evil afar. And as more and more people believed this, it was so, and Avalon no more than a dream adrift in an almost inaccessible other world”
“But I am Niniane of Avalon, and I account to no man on this earth for what I do with what is mine -- yes, mine and not yours. I am not Roman, to let some man tell me what I may do with what the Goddess gave me”
“Avalon will always be there for all men to find if they can seek the way thither, throughout all the ages past the ages. If they cannot find the way to Avalon, it is a sign, perhaps that they are not ready.”
“. . .men are as proud of their ability to father sons as if it took a great skill. As if any tomcat could not do the same.” ~
“. . . a land ruled by priests is a land filled with tyrants on Earth and in Heaven. . .”
“Beware what you speak,” said the Merlin very softly,
“for indeed the words we speak
make shadows of what is to come,
and by speaking them we bring them to pass my king.”
“There are ignorant priests and ignorant people,
who are all too ready to cry sorcery if a woman is only a little wiser than they are!”
“Men destroy only what they fear.”
“And then a memory from Avalon surfaced in her mind, something she had not thought of for a decade;
one of the Druids,
giving instruction in the secret wisdom to the young priestesses, had said,
If you would have the message of the Gods to direct your life, look for that which repeats, again and again;
for this is the message given you by the Gods,
the karmic lesson you must learn for this incarnation.
It comes again and again until you have made it part of your soul and your enduring spirit.”
“They have not forgotten the Mysteries,” she said,
“they have found them too difficult.
They want a God who will care for them,
who will not demand that they struggle for enlightenment,
but who will accept them just as they are,
with all their sins,
and take away their sins with repentance.
It is not so, it will never be so,
but perhaps it is the only way the unenlightened can bear to think of their Gods.”
Lancelet smiled bitterly. “Perhaps a religion which demands that every man must work through
lifetime after lifetime for his own salvation
is too much for mankind.
They want not to wait for God’s justice,
but to see it now.
And that is the lure which this new breed of priests has promised them.”
“Fear was the worst thing.
Fear would put her at the mercy
of whatever misfortune came.
Even the wild beasts
could smell fear on your body
and would come and attack,
while they would flee from the courageous.
This was why the bravest man
could run among the deer with safety,
so long as fear was not smelled on his skin”
He leaned his head in his hands, as if the burden he bore were too great for endurance. ‘You are wise’, he said, then raised his head and stared at her with unflinching hatred. ‘I wish you were a foolish woman I could despise, damn you!”
“I came to see that my quarrel was never with the Christ, but with his foolish and narrow priests who mistook their own narrowness for his.”
Marion Zimmer Bradley
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mists_of_Avalon
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firebrand
http://confessionsavidreader.blogspot.com/2012/09/book-review-firebrand-by-marion-zimmer.html
“I should know, for I am Morgaine le Fay, priestess of the Isle of Avalon, where the ancient religion of the Mother Goddess is born.”
“It had to do with the knowledge that the world was as it was because of what men believed it was... year by year, these past three or four generations, the minds of men had been hardened to believing that there was one God, one world, one way of describing reality, and that all things which intruded on the realm of that great one-ness must be evil and of the fiends, and that the sound of the bells and the shadow of their holy places would keep the evil afar. And as more and more people believed this, it was so, and Avalon no more than a dream adrift in an almost inaccessible other world”
“But I am Niniane of Avalon, and I account to no man on this earth for what I do with what is mine -- yes, mine and not yours. I am not Roman, to let some man tell me what I may do with what the Goddess gave me”
“Avalon will always be there for all men to find if they can seek the way thither, throughout all the ages past the ages. If they cannot find the way to Avalon, it is a sign, perhaps that they are not ready.”
“. . .men are as proud of their ability to father sons as if it took a great skill. As if any tomcat could not do the same.” ~
“. . . a land ruled by priests is a land filled with tyrants on Earth and in Heaven. . .”
“Beware what you speak,” said the Merlin very softly,
“for indeed the words we speak
make shadows of what is to come,
and by speaking them we bring them to pass my king.”
“There are ignorant priests and ignorant people,
who are all too ready to cry sorcery if a woman is only a little wiser than they are!”
“Men destroy only what they fear.”
“And then a memory from Avalon surfaced in her mind, something she had not thought of for a decade;
one of the Druids,
giving instruction in the secret wisdom to the young priestesses, had said,
If you would have the message of the Gods to direct your life, look for that which repeats, again and again;
for this is the message given you by the Gods,
the karmic lesson you must learn for this incarnation.
It comes again and again until you have made it part of your soul and your enduring spirit.”
“They have not forgotten the Mysteries,” she said,
“they have found them too difficult.
They want a God who will care for them,
who will not demand that they struggle for enlightenment,
but who will accept them just as they are,
with all their sins,
and take away their sins with repentance.
It is not so, it will never be so,
but perhaps it is the only way the unenlightened can bear to think of their Gods.”
Lancelet smiled bitterly. “Perhaps a religion which demands that every man must work through
lifetime after lifetime for his own salvation
is too much for mankind.
They want not to wait for God’s justice,
but to see it now.
And that is the lure which this new breed of priests has promised them.”
“Fear was the worst thing.
Fear would put her at the mercy
of whatever misfortune came.
Even the wild beasts
could smell fear on your body
and would come and attack,
while they would flee from the courageous.
This was why the bravest man
could run among the deer with safety,
so long as fear was not smelled on his skin”
He leaned his head in his hands, as if the burden he bore were too great for endurance. ‘You are wise’, he said, then raised his head and stared at her with unflinching hatred. ‘I wish you were a foolish woman I could despise, damn you!”
“I came to see that my quarrel was never with the Christ, but with his foolish and narrow priests who mistook their own narrowness for his.”
FIREBRAND
Marion Zimmer Bradley
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firebrand
http://confessionsavidreader.blogspot.com/2012/09/book-review-firebrand-by-marion-zimmer.html
“A heart can only break so many times.
I'm not saying it fails entirely: just that it mends the wrong way. It warps.
It's stitched together loose and askew and it doesn't work as it should.”
― Gillian Philip, Firebrand
“My woodland lair was beautiful: a clearing that was green with life.
It smelt of summer and rain and newness.
It was patterned with shifting light and shade,
alive with the trill and whistle of flirtatious birdsong.
Oh, this was too lovely a day to die, too lovely to kill.”
― Gillian Philip, Firebrand
Marion Zimmer Bradley
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firebrand
http://confessionsavidreader.blogspot.com/2012/09/book-review-firebrand-by-marion-zimmer.html
“A heart can only break so many times.
I'm not saying it fails entirely: just that it mends the wrong way. It warps.
It's stitched together loose and askew and it doesn't work as it should.”
― Gillian Philip, Firebrand
“My woodland lair was beautiful: a clearing that was green with life.
It smelt of summer and rain and newness.
It was patterned with shifting light and shade,
alive with the trill and whistle of flirtatious birdsong.
Oh, this was too lovely a day to die, too lovely to kill.”
― Gillian Philip, Firebrand
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