TheResurrection
of the
Meadow
by RobinArtisson
First EditionCopyright 2010
SmashWords Edition 2012
By Pendraig Publishing
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TheResurrection
Of The
Meadow
A Treatise of theFayerie-Faith &
A Record of Thirteen Occult Formulas & Charms of Art
With Purport & A Sealing Conjuration
& their many useful Sorcerous Permutations
Writ & Gathered here on Walpurgis Night AD MMX
For those Inquisitive Adepts who walk
The despised path of True Sorcery,
The long-dimmed radiance of the Ancient Gold of the Wise.
Penned by
Robin Artisson,
Called by some Ule Heth-Bucca,
Magister of the Clandestine Lodge,
called by others the Covenant of Heth
Hedge-Crosser & Wortcunning Doctor of Fayerie Spirits,
Loyalist of the Undying Court & its Queen
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Concerning Purities
TheFaery-Faith, Witchcraft,
And the Metaphysics of Faery-Elfhame
A Letterto Mr. Wavren
Concerning How One May Enter into
The Experiential Dimension of the True Old Ways
And the Path of True Witchery or Sorcery
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Dedication
This work isdedicated to Lady Annua.
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Of TheResurrection of the Meadow
In times ofancient Elder, ancient Apple-Thorn,
Ancient May & ancient November,
& forgotten ages all witherd before,
Times of dreaming when They of Old walkd without sin,
& th tongues of beasts were intelligible to men,
Th great & cunning seeds were scatterd
& won purchase in evry hollow to which men gatherd;
For They of Old could speak to wood or water
& th sun & moon traced a living course.
With wood &water & Weird un-split
Tree-maskd Gods strode among us then;
Fire blazed wi open mouth of prophecy,
Serpents coild round th gleeful wedding-bed,
& feastful hobbs lurkd in coals of th hearth,
They of Old trod th deep & forest deep again.
Th fire in th meadow was a bridge of light
Where Heaven did descend to Earths delight;
& th tribute of flesh & tithe in blood
Was washd away in th worlds blissful flood.
What but baleful turning stars could condemn it so
To hell & fearful plague, th power then
& th wisdom inscribd in th healers art,
& th notch on th flying arrow
& th charm on th swinging scythe-blade
& th diviners clever heart?
Thtreasure-horde of old is more than mere gold
It is th art that constrains th rain to speak again
It is th art that pries open th hidden eyes
It is th art that makes bloom th rot-dead tree
& leaps th Hedge that never dies.
For we men of late walk th dying way
& th world declines to shadow day by day
Th sepulchral song is all we pray,
& from towers grim declare it a hymn of bliss.
By th green & ebon Tree of Light
In whose branches th world is hung a-right,
& th ghostly hint of forgotten sights
We must gamble death to emerge quick again.
Dust & bareis th hope of th penitent;
& scarce more hope in th words of sages:
It is shelter of wisdom & brave blood shall win
Th prize of th witchd world, th mystic,
Th world reborn, th feery tree & hill,
Th resurrection of th meadow, th death of sin,
& all foulness be consumd in th just wrath of ages.
So let ride th kingly steed of th Antler-crownd Lord
King of th pale men, king of th slain,
King of th brown earth where old treasures lay
King of th fresh furrow, king of th ancient wood,
King of th white horn that calls th feery rade.
Let that rage-turnd-hunt ride forth as before,
To th glory of memory & th winning of lore.
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Introduction:
ConcerningPurities, Sorcerous Concentration,
And the Luminous Sense
Dark was thevaulted room of gramarye
To which the wizard led the gallant knight
Save that before a mirror huge and high
A hallowed taper shed a glimmering light
On mystic implements of magic might;
On cross, and character, and talisman,
And almagest and altar, nothing bright;
For fitful was the luster pale and wan,
As watch-light by the bed of some departing man.
Lay of the LastMinstrel
Concerning Purity ofBody
It is understoodthat the man or woman who undertakes these rites and charms will doso in a state of purity, as well as moving slightly or strongly inthe senses of the Fetch using the Eyes of Fire, or the Eyes ofDarkness and Luminosity, alongside the shadowy form orwraith-aspect of every sense. The first degree of theafore-mentioned purity is attained simply by the washing of theface and hands with water from a well, spring or other sacrednatural source, which is then mingled with untainted salt; the saltof the sea being the preferable substance.
It is to theother aspect or fetch-body of these substances to which oneshould address their petition of purity. Before the substances aremingled, place the thumbs and forefingers of the hands togetherforming a triangle, (the triangld hand) and hold these two handsover the vessels containing the water and salt, looking andspeaking your words of art through the three-sided space of focus.Say unto them: Fetch-body of fruitful earth, be mingled now withthis fetch of holy water; In the MASTERS name I call you forth asOne; Entity of earth and water, where you are cast, let no contrarypower persist or pass. A hallowed taper is made in a like manner,precisely alike, but with the words Fetch-body of living fire,where you pass, let every contrary power retire.