SKREE - 1
Lavengro and I were enjoined (hiding)
beneath a shading wagon playing mumble-t-peg,
when conversation drifted to perceptions
of magick and epiphenomina.
rather than offer an opinion
(which is all any one can pontificate),
I told a story -- or started one,
as he is constantly being interupted --
or in search of another bottle of wine,
They came, or perhaps assembled would be more precise, for no one had the competence to call or herald, nor would these have heeded a command by any measure. They just understood that a shift to minor key vibration had created a hollow in the fabric of knowledge -- so they came to 'scratch an itch', shall we say. As they gathered from close to 'say when' and 'over yonder' and 'just beyond', the reflections of their energy brought attention to a specific place; and conditions of a contest, and limits equally repugnant to all -- and thereby extremely balanced fair. And so it began -- and thus there is a tale to tell -- and that is enough -- or so I am told.
Now to make sense of this you will have to conceptualize who or what they are -- or were -- it's tough to explain when all of those words apply. So just suppose you can see a little glimpse of these going-ons, like peaking through a knothole at the universe. Some came from a place where they were called alchemists, but that claim would hardly hold in South Unture. Others were lovingly called witches, but were more like music teachers that spiritual mechanics. A couple or three would be acknowledged as wizards in my old home town, but were barely remembered in their home of claim. No matter actually, for all forespoke their trappings and dressed in soft beige robes and used short friendly names that what you would know is not. The only thing that served common bond were stories told and dance and song; for they were only men and women after all.
The meadow was curious only in that it was unused, slightly up a bit from the valley floor and reasonable distant from three towns well met. Black soil nurtured dreams of seeds and corms and bulbs in turn, and the surrounding forest gave forth game and fowl to follow the central stream, where trout competed with morning mist-laughter for sparkle and allure. Perhaps it was just that no one had ever found the place -- yet -- or something. It would serve!
(to be continued)