HEART<>EARTH~THE EAR is listening from down below

Hearth[heordh] 1. floor of a fire place. 2. a house of the abode of comfort and hospitality.

Heart[heorte, allied to Greek, Skr. hrid] The chief or vital portion. 2. Seat of the affections or sensibilities or of moral life and character. 3. Cou.rage; spirit. Courage, french from Latin. cor, heart.

The Oort

Horde n.[Hindu. urdu, army, camp, market.] a wandering troop or gang.

Ruddy[rud,reid, red] 1. Red. 2. Of a lively flesh color.

Ruddle[rud, red] A spacious of red earth; red ocher. DNA

Rudiment n.[Latin. rudimentum, French. rudis, unwrought; rude.] 1. Unfinished beginnings. 2. A first principle of any art or science. 3. An organ not fully formed.

It is quite easy on a polygraph to detect from the heart when a person tells a lie. In other words his/her heart doesn't accept the lie. His heart reveals the truth of the matter. The individual may receive knowledge through the brain, but truth only through the heart. The heart seems to be more aware of things visible behind itself than in front of itself. The heart contribution therefore is not intellectual, rational, or reasonable in the sense of mental activity. Its contribution is most clearly sense and expressed in the mysterious potential of reality that is lurking within our own nature.

The scriptures suggest that "as a man thinketh in his heart, so is he." This thinking in the heart is Creation thinking man, not man thinking Creation. This is Creation manifesting through its works, and these works themselves are not capable of comprehending their own superior. So when the person enters into the heart he/she enters into the quietude of Lao Tze , he/she enters into that silence which came before sounding as Boehme called it and that sounding which must finally return again to sleep. Thus whatever this mysterious power that resides in the heart, maybe its primary requisite is quietude.

It would, and most abide in peace, and the principle experience we have of the heart is the capacity of peace, which comes to us, the capacity to have so great an interior sense of reality that intellection without argument, without debate, without affirmation or denial, the life being experiences the fact of the presence of reality. It is this experience of reality then, this experience of not only of an existence, an eternal and significant existence. This experience comes to us, we then take hold of it and intellectualize it, but the experience, the essential conviction comes first. And this conviction is not thought but known by an experience within the Self.

It is the invisible source of this sense of being, a sense of purposed existence, which all things feel within themselves. The lose of this feeling through any circumstance or affliction can result in what is termed the "Broken Heart". This consciousness in people contributes no ideas, no news, nothing of a tangible intellectual nature, it merely contributes this sense that we exist. Not voice, not rationalized, but assumed so near to us that we don't question it or analyze it, but turn from it to doubt, question, and analyze all other things. It perhaps experienced somewhat in this concept that man is incapable of the experience of death. He/she is unable to know what death means because he/she is alive, and it is a series of certainties based upon the fact that we are alive. The inner part of the person may say "I know", the outer part may say "I choose to believe", then the mind comes along and says "well its my opinion."

The Three Wonderful Beggars

There once lived a merchant whose name was Mark, and whom people called 'Mark the Rich.' He was a very hard-hearted man, for he could not bear poor people, and if he caught sight of a beggar anywhere near his house, he would order the servants to drive him away, or would set the dogs at him.

One day three very poor old men came begging to the door, and just as he was going to let the fierce dogs loose on them, his little daughter, Anastasia, crept close up to him and said:

'Dear daddy, let the poor old men sleep here to-night, do--to please me.'

Her father could not bear to refuse her, and the three beggars were allowed to sleep in a loft, and at night, when everyone in the house was fast asleep, little Anastasia got up, climbed up to the loft, and peeped in.

The three old men stood in the middle of the loft, leaning on their sticks, with their long grey beards flowing down over their hands, and were talking together in low voices.

'What news is there?' asked the eldest.

'In the next village the peasant Ivan has just had his seventh son. What shall we name him, and what fortune shall we give him?' said the second.

The third whispered, 'Call him Vassili, and give him all the property of the hard-hearted man in whose loft we stand, and who wanted to drive us from his door.'

After a little more talk the three made themselves ready and crept softly away.

Anastasia, who had heard every word, ran straight to her father, and told him all.

Mark was very much surprised; he thought, and thought, and in the morning he drove to the next village to try and find out if such a child really had been born. He went first to the priest, and asked him about the children in his parish.

'Yesterday,' said the priest, 'a boy was born in the poorest house in the village. I named the unlucky little thing "Vassili." He is the seventh son, and the eldest is only seven years old, and they hardly have a mouthful amongst them all. Who can be got to stand godfather to such a little beggar boy?'

The merchant's heart beat fast, and his mind was full of bad thoughts about that poor little baby. He would be godfather himself, he said, and he ordered a fine christening feast; so the child was brought and christened, and Mark was very friendly to its father. After the ceremony was over he took Ivan aside and said:

'Look here, my friend, you are a poor man. How can you afford to bring up the boy? Give him to me and I'll make something of him, and I'll give you a present of a thousand crowns. Is that a bargain?'

Ivan scratched his head, and thought, and thought, and then he agreed. Mark counted out the money, wrapped the baby up in a fox skin, laid it in the sledge beside him, and drove back towards home. When he had driven some miles he drew up, carried the child to the edge of a steep precipice and threw it over, muttering, 'There, now try to take my property!'

Very soon after this some foreign merchants travelled along that same road on the way to see Mark and to pay the twelve thousand crowns which they owed him.

As they were passing near the precipice they heard a sound of crying, and on looking over they saw a little green meadow wedged in between two great heaps of snow, and on the meadow lay a baby amongst the flowers.

The merchants picked up the child, wrapped it up carefully, and drove on. When they saw Mark they told him what a strange thing they had found. Mark guessed at once that the child must be his godson, asked to see him, and said:

'That's a nice little fellow; I should like to keep him. If you will make him over to me, I will let you off your debt.'

The merchants were very pleased to make so good a bargain, left the child with Mark, and drove off.

At night Mark took the child, put it in a barrel, fastened the lid tight down, and threw it into the sea. The barrel floated away to a great distance, and at last it floated close up to a monastery. The monks were just spreading out their nets to dry on the shore, when they heard the sound of crying. It seemed to come from the barrel which was bobbing about near the water's edge. They drew it to land and opened it, and there was a little child! When the abbot heard the news, he decided to bring up the boy, and named him 'Vassili.'

The boy lived on with the monks, and grew up to be a clever, gentle, and handsome young man. No one could read, write, or sing better than he, and he did everything so well that the abbot made him wardrobe keeper.

Now, it happened about this time that the merchant, Mark, came to the monastery in the course of a journey. The monks were very polite to him and showed him their house and church and all they had. When he went into the church the choir was singing, and one voice was so clear and beautiful, that he asked who it belonged to. Then the abbot told him of the wonderful way in which Vassili had come to them, and Mark saw clearly that this must be his godson whom he had twice tried to kill.

He said to the abbot: 'I can't tell you how much I enjoy that young man's singing. If he could only come to me I would make him overseer of all my business. As you say, he is so good and clever. Do spare him to me. I will make his fortune, and will present your monastery with twenty thousand crowns.'

The abbot hesitated a good deal, but he consulted all the other monks, and at last they decided that they ought not to stand in the way of Vassili's good fortune.

Then Mark wrote a letter to his wife and gave it to Vassili to take to her, and this was what was in the letter: 'When the bearer of this arrives, take him into the soap factory, and when you pass near the great boiler, push him in. If you don't obey my orders I shall be very angry, for this young man is a bad fellow who

is sure to ruin us all if he lives.'

Vassili had a good voyage, and on landing set off on foot for Mark's home. On the way he met three beggars, who asked him: 'Where are you going, Vassili?'

'I am going to the house of Mark the Merchant, and have a letter for his wife,' replied Vassili.

'Show us the letter.'

Vassili handed them the letter. They blew on it and gave it back to him, saying: 'Now go and give the letter to Mark's wife. You will not be forsaken.'

Vassili reached the house and gave the letter. When the mistress read it she could hardly believe her eyes and called for her daughter. In the letter was written, quite plainly: 'When you receive this letter, get ready for a wedding, and let the bearer be married next day to my daughter, Anastasia. If you don't obey my orders I shall be very angry.'

Anastasia saw the bearer of the letter and he pleased her very much. They dressed Vassili in fine clothes and next day he was married to Anastasia.

In due time, Mark returned from his travels. His wife, daughter, and son-in-law all went out to meet him. When Mark saw Vassili he flew into a terrible rage with his wife. 'How dared you marry my daughter without my consent?' he asked.

'I only carried out your orders,' said she. 'Here is your letter.'

Mark read it. It certainly was his handwriting, but by no means his wishes.

'Well,' thought he, 'you've escaped me three times, but I think I shall get the better of you now.' And he waited a month and was very kind and pleasant to his daughter and her husband.

At the end of that time he said to Vassili one day, 'I want you to go for me to my friend the Serpent King, in his beautiful country at the world's end. Twelve years ago he built a castle on some land of mine. I want you to ask for the rent for those twelve years and also to find out from him what has become of my twelve ships which sailed for his country three years ago.'

Vassili dared not disobey. He said good-bye to his young wife, who cried bitterly at parting, hung a bag of biscuits over his shoulders, and set out.

I really cannot tell you whether the journey was long or short. As he tramped along he suddenly heard a voice saying: 'Vassili! where are you going?'

Vassili looked about him, and, seeing no one, called out: 'Who spoke to me?'

'I did; this old wide-spreading oak. Tell me where you are going.'

'I am going to the Serpent King to receive twelve years' rent from him.'

'When the time comes, remember me and ask the king: "Rotten to the roots, half dead but still green, stands the old oak. Is it to stand much longer on the earth?" '

Vassili went on further. He came to a river and got into the ferryboat. The old ferryman asked: 'Are you going far, my friend?'

'I am going to the Serpent King.'

the king: "For thirty years the ferryman has rowed to and fro. Will the tired old man have to row much longer?" '

'Very well,' said Vassili; 'I'll ask him.'

And he walked on. In time he came to a narrow strait of the sea and across it lay a great whale over whose back people walked and drove as if it had been a bridge or a road. As he stepped on it the whale said, 'Do tell me where you are going.'

'I am going to the Serpent King.'

And the whale begged: 'Think of me and say to the king: "The poor whale has been lying three years across the strait, and men and horses have nearly trampled his back into his ribs. Is he to lie there much longer?" '

'I will remember,' said Vassili, and he went on.

He walked, and walked, and walked, till he came to a great green meadow. In the meadow stood a large and splendid castle. Its white marble walls sparkled in the light, the roof was covered with mother o' pearl, which shone like a rainbow, and the sun glowed like fire on the crystal windows. Vassili walked in, and went from one room to another astonished at all the splendour he saw.

When he reached the last room of all, he found a beautiful girl sitting on a bed.

As soon as she saw him she said: 'Oh, Vassili, what brings you to this accursed place?'

Vassili told her why he had come, and all he had seen and heard on the way.

The girl said: 'You have not been sent here to collect rents, but for your own destruction, and that the serpent may devour you.'

She had not time to say more, when the whole castle shook, and a rustling, hissing, groaning sound was heard. The girl quickly pushed Vassili into a chest under the bed, locked it and whispered: 'Listen to what the serpent and I talk about.'

Then she rose up to receive the Serpent King.

The monster rushed into the room, and threw itself panting on the bed, crying: 'I've flown half over the world. I'm tired, VERY tired, and want to sleep--scratch my head.'

The beautiful girl sat down near him, stroking his hideous head, and said in a sweet coaxing voice: 'You know everything in the world. After you left, I had such a wonderful dream. Will you tell me what it means?'

'Out with it then, quick! What was it?'

'I dreamt I was walking on a wide road, and an oak tree said to me: "Ask the king this: Rotten at the roots, half dead, and yet green stands the old oak. Is it to stand much longer on the earth?" '

'It must stand till some one comes and pushes it down with his foot. Then it will fall, and under its roots will be found more gold and silver than even Mark the Rich has got.'

'Then I dreamt I came to a river, and the old ferryman said to me: "For thirty year's the ferryman has rowed to and fro. Will the tired old man have to row much longer?" '

'That depends on himself. If some one gets into the boat to be

ferried across, the old man has only to push the boat off, and go his way without looking back. The man in the boat will then have to take his place.'

'And at last I dreamt that I was walking over a bridge made of a whale's back, and the living bridge spoke to me and said: "Here have I been stretched out these three years, and men and horses have trampled my back down into my ribs. Must I lie here much longer?" '

'He will have to lie there till he has thrown up the twelve ships of Mark the Rich which he swallowed. Then he may plunge back into the sea and heal his back.'

And the Serpent King closed his eyes, turned round on his other side, and began to snore so loud that the windows rattled.

In all haste the lovely girl helped Vassili out of the chest, and showed him part of his way back. He thanked her very politely, and hurried off.

When he reached the strait the whale asked: 'Have you thought of me?'

'Yes, as soon as I am on the other side I will tell you what you want to know.'

When he was on the other side Vassili said to the whale: 'Throw up those twelve ships of Mark's which you swallowed three years ago.'

The great fish heaved itself up and threw up all the twelve ships and their crews. Then he shook himself for joy, and plunged into the sea.

Vassili went on further till he reached the ferry, where the old man asked: 'Did you think of me?'

'Yes, and as soon as you have ferried me across I will tell you what you want to know.'

When they had crossed over, Vassili said: 'Let the next man who comes stay in the boat, but do you step on shore, push the boat off, and you will be free, and the other man must take your place.

Then Vassili went on further still, and soon came to the old oak tree, pushed it with his foot, and it fell over. There, at the roots, was more gold and silver than even Mark the Rich had.

And now the twelve ships which the whale had thrown up came sailing along and anchored close by. On the deck of the first ship stood the three beggars whom Vassili had met formerly, and they said: 'Heaven has blessed you, Vassili.' Then they vanished away and he never saw them again.

The sailors carried all the gold and silver into the ship, and then they set sail for home with Vassili on board.

Mark was more furious than ever. He had his horses harnessed and drove off himself to see the Serpent King and to complain of the way in which he had been betrayed. When he reached the river he sprang into the ferryboat. The ferryman, however, did not get in but pushed the boat off. . . .

Vassili led a good and happy life with his dear wife, and his kind mother-in-law lived with them. He helped the poor and fed and clothed the hungry and naked and all Mark's riches became his.

For many years Mark has been ferrying people across the river. His face is wrinkled, his hair

and beard are snow white, and his eyes are dim; but still he rows on.

[From the Serbian.]

FREEMASONRY IS A SYSTEM OF MORALITY VEILED IN ALLEGORY AND ILLUSTRATED BY SYMBOLS.

Will of the Owl

Willow Bay~ I WILL OBEY~YES MAN

Willow is a class of trees of the same family as the popular. They grow rapidly, have many and large roots, which grow a long distance through moist soil, and bind it with a network of fibers, thus preventing the banks of streams from being worn away. The most important of all kinds is the white willow, common throughout Asia, Europe, and America. It sometimes reaches the height of 80 feet. It is very useful on the prairies, as it is a fast grower, and also protects other trees from the wind. Other kinds are the golden, blue, brittle, varnished, and green willows. The weeping willow, a native of Asia and North Africa has been introduced into America. It is a large tree and one of the first to leaf out in the spring.

would - an impression of WILL
wood, wooden[wuda, wood, a wood, weald, wald, a wood.]
Wodan- another name for Odin
wield[wealdan, to rule] to use with full command or power. 2 to employ; to control.
weld[German & D. wellen. Of wield] to press or beat into permanent union, as two pieces of iron when heated almost to fusion. -n. Joint made by welding.
wound - a cut, stab(pierce), bruise, rent or the like.

Will n.[willa,wille, see the verb] Power of choosing. 2. Choice which is made; a volition. 3. decree or command. 4. Strong wish. 5. that which is strongly wished desired. 6. Legal declaration of a person, as to how he would have his property disposed of after his death; testament -v. this verb has an irregular and regular form. 1. [Irregular impression. would] (a) to wish; to desire. (b) as an auxiliary, used to denote futurity dependent on the subject of the verb. 2. [Regular, willed; willing] (a) to ordain; to decree. (b) to give by testament; to bequeath. -v. 1. to exercise an act of volition. 2. to be disposed. 3. to determine.

wile[of guile] a trick or stratagem practiced for ensnaring or deception.

willy n. - a machine for opening and cleansing wool, similar to the willow used to cotton manufactures.

wily - full of wiles; mischievously artful. Syn. - Insidious; sly; crafty; subtle [see cunning]

Tollbooth Willie

The Willie Wagtail is insectivorous and spends much time chasing prey in open habitat. Its common name is derived from its habit of wagging its tail horizontally when foraging on the ground. Aggressive and territorial, the Willie Wagtail will often harass much larger birds such as the Laughing Kookaburra and Wedge-tailed Eagle. It has responded well to human alteration of the landscape and is a common sight in urban lawns, parks, and gardens. It was widely featured in aboriginal folklore around the country as either a bringer of bad news or a stealer of secrets.

Planned Destruction~Creator Bullshit

THE TWILIGHT OF THE GODS

When the gods returned to Asgard, it seemed to them that everything was changed. Balder was gone forever, and Loki, once a gay, witty companion, and later a secret and dreaded foe, was securely bound in the world of darkness. As evening fell upon the city, Odin, surrounded by the greater gods, stood looking out upon the sea, over which the ship Ringhorn had borne the dead Baldur.

All were silent, until at lat Odin spoke: "Baldur has gone, and Loki is punished. A new life begins, and it is right that you, the wisest and strongest of the AEsir, should know what lies before you, and before us all. You are strong, and can bare the truth, hard though it be. You have heard that a time is coming, called the Twilight of the Gods; it is of that I will now speak." Then silence reigned again, while Odin stood with bowed head.

At last he spoke, uttering this solemn prophecy, while his eyes seemed looking into the far, dim future: "As the ages roll on, wickedness shall increase in Asgard, and in the world of men. Witches and monster shall be bred up in the Iron-wood, and shall sow the seeds of evil in the world. Brothers shall slay each other; cousins shall kinship violate; shields shall be cloven; no man will spare another. Hard shall it be in the world - an axe age, a sword age, a wind age, ere the world sinks.

"The great Fimbul winter shall come, when snow shall fall from the four corners of heaven; deadly will be the frost, and piercing the winds, and the darkened sun will impart no gladness. Three such winters shall come, and no summer to gladden the heart with sunshine. Then shall follow more winters, even when greater discord shall prevail. Fierce wolves shall devour the sun and moon, and the stars shall fall from heaven. The earth shall tremble, the stony hills shall be dashed together, giants shall totter, and dwarfs groan before their stony doors. Men shall seek the path leading to the realms of death; and earth, in flames, shall sink beneath the seething ocean.

"Then shall the aged World Tree tremble; and loudly shall bark the dog of hell. At that sound shall the fetters of Loki and wolf be broken; and the Midgard serpent, with terrible lashing and struggling, shall forsake the sea. The ship, Nagelfar, shall be loosed from its moorings by the rocky isle; and all the hosts of evil shall go on board, while Loki steers them across the sluggish sea. Surt shall leave his fiery dales, and join the hosts of evil, to fight against the gods.

"Loudly shall the ancient horn of Heimdall then resound throughout the nine worlds. And when they hear the sound, the hosts of Odin shall make ready; the gods and all the warriors of Valhall shall buckle on their armor for the last great fight. Odin shall seek wisdom from Mimir, that he may know how best to meet his foes.

"Terrible will be the onset when on the great plain the hosts of the sons of destruction meet the armies of the gods. Then will come the second grief to Frigga, when Odin goes to meet the wolf. For then will her beloved fall. But Vidar, the great son of Odin, shall pierce the heart of Loki's offspring, and avenge his father's death. Mighty Thor will meet the Midgard serpent, and in his rage will slay the worm. Back nine paces will he go, and then fall, - he who feared no foe, - slain by the venom of the deadly beast. Tyr shall meet the fierce dog of hell, and they shall slay each other. Frey will meet his death at the hand of Surt, slain by Thiassi's fatal sword. Little shall the love of Gerd avail him on that day. Heimdall, the wise and pure, shall fall at the hand of loki, the father of monsters, and shall in turn cause Loki's death. Few shall be left alive who meet in the great fight!" He ceased, and there was silence, while the shadows deepened, and the sea grew dark.

Finally Tyr spoke: "And is there no hope, Odin? Does all end in darkness?" At these words Odin's face changed ; a gleam of sunshine seemed to fall upon it, and he said: "I see arise, a second time, earth from ocean, beauteously green. I see waterfalls where leap the fish, and eagles flying over the hills. I see Baldur and Hodur, the rulers of a purer race of mortals, - mortals who have longed served Baldur in the lower world, and near them Vidar and the sons of Thor. They meet on Ida's plains, and call to memory the mighty deeds of Loki and Thor. Unsown shall the fields bring forth, and all evil shall be done away with, when Baldur and Hodur reign."

He ceased while his gaze seemed penetrating through the misty ages.

The silence was long; but finally one of the gods said: "And what of us, Odin? Is there no hope for the old gods?"

As he spoke, a look never before seen on his bold features overspread the face of Odin, and raising his eyes reverently, he said: "After the Twilight of the Gods, shall come the Mighty One to judgment, - He whom we dare not name, the powerful One from above, who rules over all. He shall doom pronounce, and strifes allay, and holy peace establish, which shall be forevermore. I see a hall with gold bedecked, brighter than the sun, standing in the high heavens. There shall be the righteous dwell forevermore, in peace and happiness."

As the vision faded, Odin looked upon the gods, who stood silent before him. "My children," said the Allfather, "let us be strong and valiant. Long will be the ages, hard will be the fighting, and many the woes that we must endure. But the brave heart loves danger, and the strong soul shrinks not from evil and sorrow. To do our best, knowing that we shall fall; to fight to the end, and then give place to those who are wholly pure and good, - that is the fate of the old gods. But He whom we may not name has so decreed it; and His decrees are ever just and right."

I.Mag.ery

Taken from Wikipedia:

Zdzisław Beksiński ( 24 February 1929 – 21 February 2005) was a renowned Polish painter, photographer, and sculptor who is best known as a fantasy artist. Beksiński executed his paintings and drawings either in what he called a 'Baroque' or a 'Gothic' manner. The first style is dominated by representation, with the best-known examples coming from his 'fantastic realism' period when he painted disturbing images of a surrealistic, nightmarish environment. The second style is more abstract, being dominated by form, and is typified by Beksiński's later paintings. Beksiński was murdered in 2005.

The Mind(Deans) is the Slayer of the Real(Sayer of the Real~I think not!)

The Or
The Ore
Other

Or - [Ctontra. french. adher, adhor, one of two] a connective that marks the alternative.

Ore - Compound of a metal and some other substance by which its properties are disguised.

Other - additional second of two. 2. not this but the contrary.

ottar - [see attar] a highly fragrant oil obtained from the rose.

otter- [otor, oter.] an amphibious carnivorous animal of several species.

ottoman [from Othoman or Othman.] pertaining to Turkey. A Turk. 2. a stuffed seat without a back.

Thor is the mighty thunderer, the one who rumbles his hammer, rides his wooden chariot drawn by RAMS. Thor of the mighty hammer, the destroyer of giants is the human mind, objective intellect. The mind is the conqueror of the mundane world. Thor was the most dependent upon of all the gods. The gods all got together and made a rule. He was so heavy, so massive, and big, that they would not let him enter Heaven by the front door. He had to go around the back because the front door was a bridge of rainbows that heaven and earth and it was figured that the bridge would never carry the weight of Thor and his hammer. So he always had to climb up the back of the mountain, by the slow and difficult path. It is said that in a sense this magic bridge that connects heaven and earth (sephiroth) is a bridge of intuition. But this Bridge is the Medulla. The mind can explore anything but of itself, it cannot experience what it explores, thus the mind is always the the beholder and the observer but never the participator.


rain[regen,ren,Goth. rign, Icelandic, regn, allied to Icelandic. rak, humor.]

rainbow - a many colored arch formed by refraction and reflection of the sun's rays in drops of falling rain.

ARCHY

rack[german.reck;reckon, to stretch, raecan, reccan, to reach] to travel with a quick amble; to steam; to rise or fly, as vapor or broken clouds. REEK

bow[see supra, and of bough.] 1. a weapon for shooting arrows. 2. An instrument having a curved form. (BOWMAN)

bough(bou) [boga, from beogan, bugan, to bow to bend.] a large branch of a tree.

author[latin. auctor, french. augere, to increase, produce] 1. beginner or former of anything; CREATOR; originator. 2. One who writes a book.

authority - legal or rightful power; rule; influence; credit. 2. pl. saying things which carry weight; persons in power. synonymous with force; rule; sway; command; dominion; control; influence; warrant.

war[old english. werre, from O.H. German. werran, to confound, mix]

warrant[old french. warantir, garantir, guarantin, to warrant. O.H. German weren]

guaranty[old french. guarantie, from O.H. German. weren, to warrant keep] an undertaking to answer in case of the failure of another person to pay or perform; a warranty; a security. 1. to engage that another shall perform what he has stipulated. 2. to undertake to secure to another. 3. to indeminify; to save harmless.

guard[old french. guarder, warder, from weardian(we are deans), english. ward] to protect from danger; to secure against surprise or attack. 2. to protect the edge of. synonymous- defend; shield; WATCH. (fencing abbreviation from defense)

weir[see wear] 1 a dam in a river. 2. a fence of stakes or twigs in a stream for taking fish.

weird[wyrd, fate, fortune.] 1. skilled in witchcraft. 2. supernatural; unearthly.

wear[wore; worn; wearing] [werian, weran [linked to wren a bird, Bird Men])(we ran from africa) to carry, to wear, arms or clothes.] 1. to carry or bear upon the person; to have on. 2. to have an appearance of. 3. to consume, waste, or diminish, by use. 4. to cause by friction. 5. to effect by degrees. 6. [Of Ware] to on another tack, as a ship, by turning her round, with the stern to the wind.

whore - a woman who practices unlawful sexual commerce with men, especially one who does it for hire. To have unlawful sexual commerce.

WHERE ARE THE.Y(its a statement not question)HERE THE.Y ARE

Where -[hwar] 1. at what place; in what situation; - used interrogatively. 2. at which place: - used relatively. 3. to what or which place; whit her(with her); used interrogatively or relatively. [synonymous see whither].

With -nearness connection; intercourse

witch[wicce, wiglere, enchanter; witchcraft; allied to wig, holy.] 1. one given to the black art; a sorceress 2. a charming woman. CH.ARM(The Mission of RAM) "charm" "which"

wig - [abbreviation of periwig.] an artificial covering of hair for the head.

were - imp. ind. pl. & imp. subj. sing. & pl. of Be

we're

whir[hweorfan, to turn] to whirl round with noise. a buzzing sound produced by rapid or whirling motion.

whether (pronoun) [hwadher] Which of two.[Antiquated] - conjunction. Used to introduce the first of two or more alternative clauses, the other or others being connected by OR, or by or whether.

whither[hwader, hwider] same as "where"

weather[weder, allied to Skr. wa to blow] the atmosphere with respect to its state as regards heat or cold wetness or dryness, clearness or cloudiness etc.

Maidens~May.den~Mai.den~May Flower

In popular legend mermaids are a class of beings part woman and part fish. They live in the sea, but are represented often as seated on the rocks, a lovely woman with a human head and body ending in a scaly fish's tail. She has long, beautiful hair, which she combs with one hand, holding the mirror above the waves with the other. They sometimes seem to have exercised a special care of individuals, and often re-veiled future events. There are stories of their falling in love with men and remaining faithful wives and mothers for a long season, until they found a chance of returning to the sea, and also of their enticing their lovers to their ocean homes.

comb[camb, Icelandic, kambr] 1. an instrument for separating and adjusting hair, wool etc. 2. crest on a cock's head. 3. Top, or crest, of a wave. 4. to disentangle, cleanse, and adjust. 5. To break with a white foam.

combat[french.combattre, from com and battre to strike, beat]

combine[latin. combinare french. com, for con, and binus plural, bini two and two double]

combustion - taking fire and burning

coma[Greek. lethargy] a morbid propensity to sleep

Lethe[forgetfulness] 1. Greek myth, one of the rivers of Hell, which caused forgetfulness to those who drank of it. 2. Obilvion; a draught of oblivion.

maid[magedh, magdh, magden, maeden] 1. a virgin; a maiden 2. a female servant

maiden[see supra] a maid 2. An instrument for beheading criminals 1. Pertaining to a young unmarried woman 2. Fresh; new; pure; virgin

magic[see magi] Science or practice of evoking spirits or educing the occult powers of nature, and performing things wonderful by their aid.

supra - on top; above

Magdalen[from Mary Magdalene. see Luke vii36] a reformed prostitute (AL~male on the inside)

den - 1. a cave used for concealment or security 2. a haunt; a retreat

haunt[french. hanter, french. hentan, to pursue] to frequent

hen- [henn, hen, french. hana] female of any fowl; especially, the domestic fowl.

fowl [fugol, fugel, allied to fleogan, to fly] a bird especially a wild bird

foul[ful, sordid] 1. containing extraneous matter which is injurious or offensive. 2. morally defiled. 3. cloudy or rainy. 4. loathsome; hateful. 5. entangled.

hand[hond] 3. a measure of four inches. 4. Slide part. 5. Actual performance; hence, manner of performance. 6. An agent or servant. 9. Agency in transmission



The SIRen, the compelling character of the mermaid in pictures, is an attempt to express the irresistible qualities of VOICE, (the little mermaid gave up her voice)of what she sings. No one who hears it can prevent themselves from wanting to reach that song. Wanting to go over to the other side and that other side is a kind of death. That foreknowledge of what is to come or that sweet irresistible chant the sailor hears and throws himself into the sea to follow, is the enchantment of language, of expression, of the idea of hearing that you can't say no to because the pictures it conjures up are so beautiful. There is a sense of the child in the womb, in the watery vessel, it hears the maternal voice and that babble, that incoherent space, is the space of bliss, the space that you wish to get back to. So the mermaid is the blissful, rocking, containing voice of the mother when you are in your infantile lack of separation and before all the grief and misery of being a human being hits you. So its the primal memory that you want to return to.


The Valkyries or Valkyrja(the chooser of the slain) were a troop of goddesses, the handmaidens of Odin. They served in Valhall, and were sent on Odin's errands.



Phonetic:Val~Cur~Reese(2nd here)/Val~Cur~Ruse

Valance[from Norm.French. valant, french. avalant,descending, hanging down](see vail) hanging drapery for a bed a couch or a window. (windows to reality)

Vail[written also veil]a concealing screen[from old English. avail, to let down, french. Latin.- ad, to, and vallis, valley] to lower in token of inferiority, reverence, or submission.

Vale[of valley] low ground between hills

cur[contra. French-Latin-German. koter, kother, a common dog, original dog of a cot, french-German.koth, English. cot] A worthless degenerate dog. (Neanderthals bitches)

cott[cote,cyte,cottage] bed, coach, a little bed that can be folded together.

coterie[french, cote, share, portion] a set of person's who meet familiarly; a club

site[latin. situs, french. sinere, situm, to let put, or set down] place for a building, a situation.

sit[sitton, allied to Skr. sad] to remain in repose; to abide. to incubate; to brood over. 6. to be engaged in public business, as legislators etc.