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 Dear Reader,

I got busy breaking down the old garden furniture and burning down the rotten wood

in the firepit....Its still burning now...

burn baby burn....

so I got to go and check it time to time...

because of this you will have a short poetry and some mambo and jambo

on something I have been working on...

soon you will be able to buy it...

first of all the mambo jambo....

this following is a poem taken from "The Alchemical Writing's of Edward Kelly" - its one of the Edward Kelly's alchemical poem dated 1676.

the works of Kelly edited and transcribed by infamous Arthur Edward Waite himself on 1893 to from the 1676 Hamburg edition of the book  

"All you that faine philosophers would be,

And night and day in Geber’s kitchen broyle,

Wasting the chipps of ancient Hermes, Tree,

Weening to turn them to a precious oyle,

The more you worke them ore you loose and

spoile;

To you, I say, how learned soever you be,

Go burne your Bookes and come and learne of

me.

Although to my one Booke you have red tenn,

That’s not enough, for I have heard it said

The greatest clarkes are not the wisest men :

A lion once a silly mouse obey’d.

In my good will so hold yourselves appaid,

And though I write not halfe so sweete as

Tully,

Yet shall you finde I trace the stepps of Lully.

Yt doth you good to thinke how your desire

And self-conceit doth warrantize vaine hope;

You spare no cost, you want no coals for her,

You know the vertues of the Elitrope;

You thinke yourselves farr richer than the

pope;

What thinge hath being either high or low

But their materia prima you do know.

Elixir vitae and the precious Stone

You know as well as how to make an apple;

If ’te come to the workinge then let you alone

You know the coullers black, brown, bay,

and dapple;

Controwle you once then you begin to fraple,

Swearing and saying, what a fellow is this ?

Yet still you worke, but ever worke am isse.

No, no, my friends, it is not vauntinge words,

Nor mighty oaths that gaines that sacred

skill;

It is obteined by grace and not by swords,

Nor by greate reading, nor by long sitting still,

Nor fond conceit, nor working all by will,

But, as I said, by grace it is obteined ;

Seek grace therefore, let folly be refrained.

It is no costly thing I you assure

That doth beget Magnesia in hir kind;

Yet is hir selfe by leprosie made pure,

Hir eyes be cleerer being first made blind,

And he that can earth’s fastnes first unbind

Shall quickly know that I the truth have tould

Of sweete Magnesia, wife to purest gold.

Now what is meant by man and wife is this,

Agent and patient, yet not two but one,

Even as was Eva Adam’s w ife I wisse,

Flesh of his flesh and bone of his bone—

Such is the unionhood of our precious Stone;

As Adam slept untill his wife was made,

Even so our Stone; there can no more be said.

By this you se how thus it came to pass

That first was man, and woman then of him;

Thus Adam here as first and cheefest was,

And still remained a man of perfect limme;

Then man and wife were joyned together

trimme,

And each in love to other straight addressed

them,

And did increase their kind when God had

blessed them.

Even so the man our Stone is laid to sleepe,

Until such time his wife be fully wrought;

Then he awakes, and joyfully doth keep

His new made spouse which he so dearely

bought;

And when to such perfection they be brought,

Rejoyce the beauty of so fair a bride,

Whose worth is more than halfe the world

beside.

I doubte as yet you hardly understand

What man or wife doth truly signifie,

And yet I know you beare your selves in hand

That out of doubt it Sulpher is and Mercury;

And so it is, but not the common certeinly;

But Mercury essentiall is trewly the trew wife

That kills her selfe to bring her child to life.

For first and formest she receives the man,

Her perfect love doth make her soone conceive,

Then doth she strive with all the force she can,

In spite o f love, of life him to bereave,

Which being done, then will she never leave,

But labour kindly like a loving wife

Untill againe she him have brought to life.

Then he againe, her kindness to requite,

Upon her head doth set a crowne of glory,

And to her praise he poem s doth indite,

Whose poems make each poet write a story,

And that she slew him then she is not sorry,

For he by vertue of his loving wife

Not only lives but also giveth life.

But here I wish you rightly understand

How here he makes his concubine his wife,

Which if you know not, do not take in hand

This worke, which unto fooles is nothing rife,

And look you make attonement where is

strife;

Then strip the man into his shirt of tishew,

And her out of her smock to ingenderyssue.

To tell you troath he wanteth for no wives,

In land or sea, in water, air, or fire,

With out their deaths he waieth not their lives.

Except they live he wants his chief desire;

He binds them prentice to the rightest dier,

And when they once all sorrowes have abidden,

Then find they joyes which from them first

were hidden.

For then they finde the joy of sweet encrease ;

They bring forth children beautifull to sight,

The which are able prisners to release,

And to the darkest bodyes give true light,

Their heavenly tincture is of such great

might;

Oh! he that can but light on such a treasure,

Who would not think his joyes were out of

measure?

Now by this question I shall quickly know

If you can tell which is his wife indeede—

Is she quick footed, fair faced, yea or no?

Flying or fixed, as you in book es do reade?

Is she to be fed or else doth she feed?

Wherein doth she joy, where’s her habitation?

Heavenly or earthly, or of a strange nation?

What is she, poore? or is she of any wealth?

Bravely of her attyre, or meane in her

apparrell?

Or is she sick? or is she in perfect health?

Mild o f her nature? or is she given to

quarredr

Is she a glutton? or loves she the barrell?

If any one o f these you name her for to be,

You know not his wife, nor ever did her see.

And that will I prove to you by good reason.

That truly noe one of all these is she;

This is a question to you that is geason;

And yet some parte of them all she must be :

Why then, some parte is not all you may see.

Therefore the true wife which I doe mean

Of all these contraries is the meane betweene.

As meale and water joyned both together

Is neither meale nor water now but dow,

Which being baked is dow nor water neither:

Nor any more will each from other goe;

The meane betweene is wife, our wife, even so,

And in this hidden point our seacret lyes—

It is enough , few words content the wise.

Now by this simile heere I do reveale

A mighty seacret, if you marke it well;

Call mercury water, imagine sulphur meale,

What meale I meane I hope the wise can tell;

Bake them by craft, make them together

dwell,

And in your working make not too much hast,

For wife is not the while she is in paste.

This lesson learn’d, now give me leave to play,

I shall the fitter be to learne another,

My mind is turn’d cleane cam another way;

I do not love sweete secret thoughts to smother —

It is a child you know that makes a mother,

Sith so it is then we must have a childe,

Or else of motherhood we are beguil’d.

What will you say if I a wonder tell you,

And prove the mother is child and mother

too?

Do you not thinke I goe about to sell you

A bargaine in sport as some are wont to do?

Is’t possible the mother to weare her infant’s

shoe?"

  ("The Alchemical Writing's of Edward Kelly" - its one of the Edward Kelly's alchemical poem dated 1676.)

reader do you think alchemy is about combining minerals and chemicals with one another to make 

substance of value?

or is it an art to manifest to light up the inner flame?

what does Hermes got to do with Alchemy?

why is this secrecy?

and don't tell me it is the Inquisition and burning on a stake for witchcraft!!!

what is being hidden and being passed from generation to generation....

from master to pupil, a pupil yet to be master and pass the knowledge to further generations.....

in my opinion these alchemical texts are not written to provide a general trivial information on how to do things

they are most like descriptions or cairns sort of for future pupils whom the masters saw in their visions...

so they are specific to specific pupil's whom were expected to find the guidestone

and continue their journey without being lost...

I hatch bias soup, fine talk

boom bumbling riffs

dribble smears won the halls

pounding shy fart

sight up passages of cope

rumbling coincide

opinionated amours

bend the fights

a sleep orgasm

I fever painted to live adieu

    

                            King H. Ironson

(Photograph: Golnar Sabzpoush Rashidi - Pexels)