The Great Mother, Alchemy and David Jones
The Small Folk’s Tale of Earth Medicine
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A sandpiper almost touched the surface of the lake, wagging her feathers of bronze. She found a landing place at the bank of the Golva Lake.
"I have water spiders with bells, sponge flies, damsel flies and gudgeons. Tell me what you want to look at," a some-what raspy voice was heard. "Oh yes, and the posthorn shells, they are maybe the nicest," the lake fairy said, "but then you must put your head under the water!" Gnisse felt he wasn’t quite in the mood for an underwater demonstration. Weren’t there bugs and lice in the lake? He didn’t exactly long for itchy bites! The lake fairy seemed to be reading thoughts, she said: "Oh, little earthling, you shouldn’t worry about the bugs. I promise you, it is absolutely refreshing down here in my nether kingdom. You must have courage and sense the beauty of poetry, dear, if you are to get anywhere in this world." "Okay, then." Gnisse took off his cap, leaned forward and stuck his head under the lake surface. He could hear loud sighs and a splash. It was the lake fairy that pushed him from behind, then he was lying there, sputtering uncomforta-bly in the waves. The lake fairy took his hand, dived, and much to his astonishment, Gnisse noticed that he could breathe, that it was warm and pleasant down here. "Don’t worry, earthling, I will take care of you," the lake fairy said and glided through the glittering water with Gnisse hanging on just behind. Golden sunrays pierced through, shaping columns of light as if the bottom of the lake was supported as a ceiling in a temple. Silvery fishes swam by, water grass swayed, and insects were crisscrossing all over the lake. The lake fairy and Gnisse sat down on the lake floor. "It’s as if it’s upside down here," Gnisse said with astonishment. "Is the floor the ceiling of a temple?" "Baa, you’re only seeing the universal law of analogy. That everything in nature from the smallest of grains up to the biggest of galaxies, is a mirror image of an original plan. Even if a mirror image can turn upside down at times. If you know this you can learn about everything, as I have done!" The lake fairy sounded very important, she took a handful of posthorn shells and let them trickle down into his hand. "Are they not beautiful?" she asked. Gnisse admired the shells. Inside he tasted the word he’d just heard, amalogy, andalogy, anoly? "If I learned andmology I would know everything, like you do?" he sounded a bit doubtful. "My golden boy, analogy it is, the law of all things; that is, correspondence and mirror imaging at heart. I was taught this during my training as an administrator of all things natural in a sea temple. Don’t you know that the milk of a goddess runs through my veins? You saw my figure, did you not?" "Ok, then, teach me something!" "Like what?" The lake fairy suddenly seemed absent minded. "Let’s listen to some wave splash poetry instead," she said. "I have a wonderful collection down here. Here, earth putt, put the shell to your ear."
"That’s enough! My name is actually GNISSE and stop calling me all those phoney despicable names," Gnisse shouted as he banged his hand down on the lake floor. The water got murky. He gulped some water, coughed and spluttered. The lake fairy seemed untouched, she smiled and put a shell to his ear. "But if you listen, earthling, you will hear. By the way, is there a Mrs. Gnisse?" Gnisse blushed and his face darkened into a deep blue, the colour red didn’t show so well in the water. He calmed down, listened and strangely enough, he could hear the smooth voice of the lake fairy inside the shell. Melodic and beautiful this time, not so rough as above the lake. "All true education begins with the beginning of all beginnings," she said. "In the beginning there was the great mystery. Since such tiny creatures like us – we the nature spirits – have difficulties in grasping great mysteries, the Creator decided to simplify. This is how it is:
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This is a book about sacred symbols from all over the world. All told by beings protected by the Great Mother, she who once was the very Heart and Soul of every godchild. And still is!
Tumbling through the tale, the ‘Little people’, will share their gifts with the readers. Here you will find the mystical quintessence, the treasures, the alchemical gems, long sought in many legends, lores and mysteries created on Earth. The great plunge into the wet is a great lesson for Heart to redefine her positions, while she highlights the pollution of Mother Earth. The Great Mother is Mother Nature, the archetypal woman in God and the long lost Goddess. Her story, with the wee folks’ illustrious wits and zealous labours, is personally and magnificently told
Time Lords, shape shifters and animals will speak; a Sun master will rise above the horizon. A Star temple will emerge from the very land of the Grail, the land of Merlin, and also, of a mystical David Jones! Readers will be given insight into the craft of rolling the rocks, or true Masonry, as it has never been done before. The question may arise, did one half of soul miss out on something vitally important while stuck head-long on working the physical gold?
About the Author
Birgit Dyone, born and reared in the North of Sweden, made a wonder voyage to
Who is David Jones? To this day the author isn’t sure. All she knows is that thunder and lightening made the archetypes, the ancient wisdom, come alive. A famous rock star inspired her, synchronising the events of her life. This book is an integration and an allegory of a very unique experience.