Monday, July 27, 2009

THE NEW YEAR OF THE TREE

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words and lettering jy J.D.Steed (The Jester)
background by P.Steed



The Children of The Flower of Mary

or
The New Year of The Tree


The Willow's soft and slender boughs,

Belie the deep dark roots below,

From a fallen branch, a new tree grows,

The fallen cross knows Mary rose.


The Apple's poison - cyanide -

Erases dreams of former lives,

A new tree grows - from seed - inside,

A Holy soul in a tower of lies.


Men build with bricks of finite knowing,

The Tree of Life just keeps on growing,

Before the final stone is found,

The tower tumbles to the ground.


The Willow weeps for broken hearts,

For everything that falls apart,

Her bark can only kill the pain,

But her bite can make me whole again.

The Jester, 26/07/09

Thursday, July 23, 2009

THE SERPENT'S PEN AND THE DRAGON'S PRAYER

The Serpent's Pen & The Dragon's Prayer


Faithful One, your time is come,

Your faith has been my hope,

The long wait is done.


Your faith, your strength, has become your crutch, your weakness,

Your limitation and your boundary -

Cast it off, spit it out - for it is neither hot nor cold!


Forget thought – you think too much – would you build a prison in your mind?

Escape the lies ‘belief’, ‘opinion’, ‘truth’ – they are but shadows.

What use is faith? Know! Know!

All can – and will – be known! Love! Love!


Love without boundaries and Love experienced as the circumference of everything.

Know! Know! Know, then, that Being is suspended in a solution,

And that the solution is Love.


Land’s End is in sight – hark!

The final beacon’s light expels the dark

And ends the night.


This is your gift to you,

My daughters and my sons,

That you should walk the final mile alone,

Yet not alone.


Forget the house that Jack built!

Marvel at my meadow’s mighty mysteries, below,

And the starry heavens above. This, your abode -

Where the mountain meets the valley and the tiny, giant raindrops refract the memories of giant, tiny stars.

Fill this space, make it your own,

You never left my house,

You were never left alone.


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Shimmering across the shivering seas,

Their whispering shores and silver, shifting sands,

Moving quietly o’er the misty moors,

All o’er this green and pleasant orb,

See the signs, read the words upon the walls,

Listen to the wind and land –

Jerusalem is here today, today,

The Gates of Eden are open now,

To the meek and The Brave.


Dare! Dare to open your eyes,

See that which is before you,

Feel that which lies beneath your feet,

What is real, for you to feel?

And what is processed, priced and packaged,

Labelled ‘probably safe to eat’?


Seek not the truth without, for you will find only opinions,

Others’ empty, hollow forms, that you alone can fill with light,

The golden threads to gild your cage, you twist upon this spinner,

The twigs that line your nest,

Bind and weave the passing forms the way that serves thee best.


Fear not damnation, for no-one is damned,

Seek not salvation, for nought that IS can - or will - be lost -

None of your suffering could ever be in vain, I promise you this.


The Time! The time is come!

Mankind, The Devil’s reign is done!

You are the sons and daughters of Earth

To Paradise return’d.


You, The Sun of God,

The Light of The East,

For a millennia you have borne a cross,

To learn the lessons of Love’s Eden lost,

Lover, leave your cross at the gate - rest, rest!


Allow the soft, wet grass to heal

Your bleeding hands and sacred heart,

You never left my house,

We were ne’er, in truth, apart.


What was sinful now is sacred,

There is no shame in standing naked,

Yes, you are The Beast – The Beast is blessed –

There is no soul distinct from flesh – the lies reversed –

All things, a spectrum – man, no different in this respect –

Yet – Man, Mankind, all human children – my child,

In and through you I AM here,

I reside in your breast,

And I am the love that loves to love

To love you, alone, the best.


For thine is The Kingdom,

The Flower of Mary,

Forever and ever,


Amen.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT


Jung suggests that the evocative, timeless, archtypal images of the tarot can be a useful tool in communicating with our unconscious.

Similarly Rorschach butterflies, arbitary inkblot images that have been mirrored, are used in psychological assessments, another window on an individual's unconscious contents. The human mind finds patterns in chaos, particularly when symettry is applied.


It is not surprising, then, that when I began experimenting with mirroring nature photographs that I saw the archtypal tarot imagery in the twists of the branches and leaves.


That I have framed and enhanced the pictures means that your interpretation will be guided by mine, but enough ambiguity remains for the viewer to read their own cosmologies into the chaos.






IMAGES BY THE JESTER, JULY 2009. CLICK TO ENLARGE


SONGS OF HEAVEN AND HELL


HEAVEN
 ... a meditation on the nature of 'that which pervades everything'

HEAVEN is a riddle.
The answer is printed upside down at the back of the book.

words by J Steed, art by Niall Richardson



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'HELL' is an anthology of Comic art, verse and lyrics.

'HELL' is a riddle, the answer is printed upside down at the back of the book.

art by J Steed and Niall Richardson, poetry by J Steed and M Watson
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"Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
It hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, could be this much fun" David Byrne