Try as I might, I won’t give up on this Galilee Druid

Teacher, Poet, Mystic & King

Who sliced through his culture’s malaise

Like butter on the knife.

…What could he do with a time like ours?

And where does this leave me?

The wiles of a Catholic upbringing play their part, no doubt

In my pandering…

So too the dear mythic photoshopping

To align what happened with that Root of Jesse foretold.

I am awash in the signs:

Virgin Birth, Solstice, Life Tree, Paschal Lamb…

But where is the myth happy to go on the record? And how much is it worth to know?

“We won’t be taken in again!” scream the West

Sold a materialist husk, awash in scandal and skin-deep ministry,

While the mystical heartbeat was stilled:

That God became Man so that men could become gods.

And my, how we’ve grown…

And my, how we long yet

In sulky preadolescent sap

To return to the orgiastically pagan,

To walk away from absolutes and the moral bearing

Christ plotted in our ancestors’ skies,

So that we might

Re-ritualize life on Green Gaia, our mutual body en mass.

And restore her to rite-ful place.

How, in the rapacious age we fettered Her

Would we not elevate Her to divinity?

What harm I ask, in burning off dry dogma

And unholy matrimony with Mother Church?

“Drum and bone, blood and soil

In Celtic breast, they bellow within

Thegns and Chieftains brought to boil,

Making one hell of a din…”

I am lightning with crackling torch raised, and nerves know no end as I reach out

To bring this 2000-year experiment to a fiery close…

All still but for a gentle chant, adrift on a rose-perfumed breeze…

But the pregnant silence knows itself, knows me…

…That is when Love pierces me like a coronial ejection

And blinded, my eyes find the bloody aurora of this serenely severe Saviour who

Stops me in spite of me

Extends his reed scepter through history

Beckons

And besmitten, I approach…

Kneel…

Worship this Sun of Man,

This Myth made Manifest.

For through Him, with Him, and in Him

All things are reconciled.

All opposites drawn in:

The Criminal King calling

Gentile, Jew

Wise man and shepherd.

Wearing divine flesh, he plays for us

First fool, then hero (we see it over late).

Bringing Life from Hades and

Sheep and goats sundered,

Even at his last:

A thief to his left, fallen.

His right-hand man receiving words

Like balm for mortal wounds:

“This day you shall be with me in Paradise” …

The perfect man was he, with feminine intact:

Reconciling the polarity – out of vogue – yet which births galaxies cosmic

And all terrestrial life.

The Truth that will set you free; and

Love which moves the sun and other stars!

Opposites simmer and shimmer, return and resolve…

As space and time open to receive him.

And in a backwater, middle-eastern town,

The Hero’s Journey begins.

For from mystical parentage

And auspices foretold,

Comes this Sojourner of Souls

With lucid moral platform.

No more Dionysus than Phillipe Katerine, or than Alistair Crowley was Mercurial Hermes!

And if the ungraspable is grasped,

Born of the Father before all ages

Light from Light

True God from True God.

Comes to Gaia from Sky Father

And yet transcends the embrace of beloved Papa and Rangi.

Ye, is the Embrace and Love it bears…

Highest Ordering Principle,

Mouthpiece of Eternity,

“Word of God”, Logos, who

Pours life like nectar into the Isle of Man, beset on all sides

By vexation and vice.

Alights on waters He once hovered over

Before time creaked into being.

Peter’s hand grasping wildly at Another’s

As his church sinks like a stone…

But the seed in rotting fruit is not defeated by the soil

And will have the final say.

What other worlds, and peoples have known those sandaled feet

And what price will do for our burdened conscience,

If not Original Sin,

Then Original Disposition?

What can be done,

To set a bent humanity, steeped in barbarism, aright?

Only Love taken to its logical extreme

Only the Soul of the West which it has forsaken:

Amidst mockery and ruin,

The self-sacrifice of the King

And all the King’s men…

Killing sin and resurrecting What is Highest in us,

To serve and to atone for The Other,

There is no greater love than this.