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WELCOME HOLLY AND HAZEL+..
Gaia is here: we are Gaia, we are the world.
'If you find Me not within, you will never find Me.
For I have been with you from the Beginning.'..
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Her waters are Her blood, and our blood. Her valleys and mountains are Her bones, the great rain forests are Her breath. The Clouds, Her moods, Her language. And the four legged beings, the ones that swim, the ones that fly, and we, ourselves - we are Her eyes, Her ears, also the Mind of the Earth.
This is a site of the artist and performer...AndromedaHeightz...I believe we all hold the keys to truth and they are carried within us...
Please visit AndromedaHeightz sister sites at myspace.com/andromedaheightz and myspace.com/eleanor_rigby_heightz ...they will be waiting...+..
CURRENT MOON moon info..
So welcolme to my space...my friend...
Take time to chill...an ear to lend,
Remember then...the souls you met,
that travelled via your internet.
Come fairy...pixie...pagan fellow,
at lighting speed, at play or mellow.
Remember too...and understand,
these gadgets are of our command,
and those whose vibe is strong and true,
great tidings are bestowed to you...
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I am an artist and a performer...but what is art?..
Art is always what people want it to be, it is not a question of consensus; everyone does not have to share a single view on what it is. Art can be described in many ways, a mastery of craftsmanship, a universal ideal of beauty, or perhaps as the material art object, yet to others art is seen as the process itself instead of a tangible artwork...
Warning:Please do not try to absorb all this information in one visit...
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Remember still...this virtual page;
a sacred place within a cage;and gently prise the chains that bind you,
the eyes that gaze as thoughts entwine through.
Remember my friend the air we breathe,
the earth that lives and feeds our needs,
the water flowing by and by,
the Sun, the Moon, the stars, the sky.
Then walk your dreams...no fear...no foe,
with handfuls of peace...and blessings to go,
take care on your journey...while you're away,
and maybe come back, sometime...someday !So mote it. Andromeda+..
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The key characteristics of many of my performances are to promote the continuation and revival of selected ancient universal practices, global fetish, totem or amulet, and the involvement and participation of an audience. For these reasons the main feature of our Land performances has been the circle dance...
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What is known as Sacred Circle Dance a collection of traditional and not so traditional dances is a grass roots phenomenon which has been used by many cultures since the beginning of humanity. Dancing in a circle is an ancient tradition common to many cultures for marking special occasions, strengthening community and encouraging togetherness...
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Ring around the RosyRound and round the Rosy,
A pocket full of Posies,
Asha, asha,
We all bow down.Call every son and daughter
Pray, fetch a pail of water,
Blessings, blessings,
Earth, Sky, rain.Dances to the maiden,
Songs unto the squire,
Waters to the heavens
And flames to feed the fire.The tree bestows a token,
A promise never broken,
We all cast our wish
And we all give thanks.Good fellow light the grain,
And mead to spill the twain,
Asha, Asha,
We all rise up.Ashes in the water,
To fishes in the Sea,
Go forth in the good faith,
So mote it be...
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'RING AROUND THE ROSY'....This performance work (dancing around the wish tree) is a modification of, and based around the children’s nursery rhyme, Ring a ring a Roses; which incidentally folklorists debate, bears reference to the bubonic plague or black death of the 17thcentury. Though more recently developments (disputed Vedic manuscript) suggest that the song/dance is in actual fact is much earlier, still associated with death and rebirth, but as an ancient fertility rite to the Hindu Goddess Astghik, who coincidently is also represented as Goddess of the Rose...
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Again, this performance has been fundamentally developed as an artwork, though it shares many key elements/narrative with global ritualism; whether the American Paiute Ghost dance, ancient Celtic tree dance, Greek fertility dance of Demeter or the trance-dance of the people of Bali, the principles are all the same; based on the circle, to provide, protect, to unify and to promote strength of purpose...
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THE TEN COMMANDMENTS OF MOTHER EARTH.Thou shalt love and honour the Earth for it blesses thy life and governs thy survival.
Thou shalt keep each day sacred to the Earth and celebrate the turning of its seasons.
Thou shalt not hold thyself above other living things nor drive them to extinction.
Thou shalt give thanks for thy food, to the creatures and plants that nourish thee.
Thou shalt educate thy offspring for multitudes of people are a blessing unto the Earth when we live in harmony.
Thou shall not kill, nor waste Earth's riches upon weapons of war.
Thou shalt not pursue profit at the Earth's expense but strive to restore its damaged majesty.
Thou shalt not hide from thyself or others the consequences of thy actions upon the Earth.
Thou shalt not steal from future generations by impoverishing or poisoning the Earth.
Thou shalt consume material goods in moderation so all may share the Earth's bounty...
Here are my Ancestors...the blood......
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The art work that I create, like rituals, identify strongly with a specific site or symbolic time scale and like a mandala emphasise the sacredness of shape, pattern and place. Some times incorporating the aspect of text, poetry and installation or performance...
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'Art is everything...everything is Art'But what is Art ? It is more commonly understood to be 'the process or result of making material works, or artworks which from concept to creation adhere to creative impulse.'
It is to me the pigment, fabric and framework of our very existence, the root to self discovery, a reflection of spirit both human and more than human. It is an understanding and glorifying of the inner essence of its subject.I believe it is the connection of vision to the invisible, spirit to the physical, fostered by our own hands and mixed on the palette of life...
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Since the birth of humanity we have our dance to the hunted animals, chants to the rain gods, magical paintings on stone, myths told and retold over the proverbial tribal fire – all are stories, journeys that bind us to our beliefs, to our world, threads that weave us through time and place, it is in this place where art and ritual are as one that I find myself.
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Whether for purposes of satisfaction of emotional needs, stating affiliation, obtaining social acceptance, or strengthening social bonds or just for the pleasure of the ritual itself, we see echoed today within our society, the oaths of allegiance, marriage, school graduation, sacrifice, suicide, jury trials and execution, to special dances, songs and foods and even to more trivial actions like brushing the teeth, hand shaking even to saying “helloâ€, all are rituals. They may be performed by a group or individual, insignificant arbitrary places or at home, in public or private, the impact of ritual is intrinsic to all living beings giving meaning to our place and order, the bookmarks of time.
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The art work that I create, like rituals, identify strongly with a specific or symbolic time scale and like a mandala emphasise the sacredness of shape, pattern and place, whilst some times incorporating the aspect of poetry and performance...
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'Just because we can...does it mean we should...?''Like a machine, going on and on, we grow more and more powerful every day. It's a dizzying sort of power and if we have it - and if there's money to be made or people to be conquered - we will use it. That's our history. That's what we inevitably end up doing.'(Why the Future Doesn't Need Us. Wired Magazine.July 2000.)
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To All...We Are Made One with What We Touch and See.We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each spring impassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change...
With beat of systole and of diastole
One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart,
And mighty waves of single Being roll
From nerveless germ to thee, for we are part
Of every rock and bird and beast and hill,
One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill...
One sacrament are consecrate, the earth
Not we alone hath passions hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real
Than we do, when in some fresh blossoming wood
We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good...
Is the light vanished from our golden sun,
Or is this daedal fashioned earth less fair,
That we are nature's heritors, and one
With every pulse of life that beats the air?
Rather new suns across the sky shall pass,
New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass...
And we two lovers shall not sit afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous sea
Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star
Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be
Part of the mighty universal whole,
And through all Aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!...
We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!.Oscar Wilde
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Mighty Flora, godess of finest flowers
Which clothed hath the soyle in lustie green
maide buds to spring and her sweete showers
By influence of the Sunne shine..
Praise to the GreenmanPlease bend down for the one called the greenman
He wants to make you his bride
Please to bend down for the one called the greenman
Forever to him you're tiedAnd you know for a million years he has been your lover
He'll be a million more
And you know for a million years he has been your lover
Down through the skin to the coreHeed the greenman
Heed the greenmanPlease to dance round for the one called the greenman
He wants to make you his child
Please to dance round for the one called the greenman
Dressed in the fruits of the wildAnd you know for a million years he has been your father
He'll be a million more
And you know for a million years he has been your father
Run to his arms at the doorLay your head, lay your head, lay your head, lay your head on the greenman
Lay your head, lay your head with mine
Lay your head, lay your head, lay your head, lay your head on the greenman
Build a bed out of oak and pine.See the greenman blow his kiss from high church wall
And unknowing church will amplify his call...
Andromeda will be providing an installation performance and selling potions, charms...and much more...at The GreenMan Festival...Clun on Beltane...see you there.+..
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The GreenMan was a spirit of nature in Celtic and other ancient mythology. He was sometimes known as Cerunnos or Herne the Hunter, Bran the Blessed, and was the antlered guardian spirit of plants and animals of the forest. His image can even be found in Medieval Cathedrals ((It is something of a mystery as to why his image is carved into so many churches in England when he is such a patently non-Christian symbol)...
He is an archetypal symbol which appears in cultures all over the world from Britain to India, and all over Europe. He is often seen as a manifestation of the forces of nature as apparent in the forests which once covered all of Europe in a thick blanket of green - both comforting a source of fuel and food, and menacing as concealment for dangerous forces, both physical and elemental...
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He is the great rhythm of Nature epitomized by the 'Oak king or Holly King', the Old man of the Woods, Green George, Jack in the Green and many other titles... seen in England at a number of traditional May Day festivities ( it is something of a mystery as to wht his image is carved into so many Christian Churches in England...when he is a non-christian symbol)...but one common theme runs through all the disparate images and myths...he is regarded as a personification of death and Rebirth itself ... Life.
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Today the GreenMan is re-emerging into our consciousness, along with the Goddess. His presence brings balance and energy to the reclaiming of our ancient heritage. Throughout the ages the Goddess has often appeared with a male aspect in the form of Horus, Tammuz, the Horned God, GreenMan and many others.
The return of the GreenMan brings new hope and understanding of the true strengths of balanced masculine energy. For too long, men have been isolated from that part of themselves that honours the Sacred Mother, the divine in Nature, and the true divinity in themselves...
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GreenMan Poem....
Spring won't come, the need of strife,
To struggle to be freed from hard ground.The evening mists that creep and crawl,
Will drench in the dew and so drown.I'm the green man,
The green man.Sol in prime sweet summertime,
Cast shadows of doubt on my face.A midday sun, its caustic hues,
Refracting within the still lake.I'm the green man,
The green man.Autumn in her flaming dress,
Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves.My mistress of the frigid night,
I worship pray to on my knees.Winter's breath of filthy snow.
Befrosted paths to the unknown,
Have my lips turned true purpleLife is coming to an end.
So says me, me Wiccan friend,
Nature coming full circle.Winter's breath of filthy snow.
Befrosted paths to the unknown,
Have my lips turned true purpleLife is coming to an end.
So says me, me Wiccan friend,
Nature coming full circle.I'm the green man.
The green man,
I'm the green man.
The green man...
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Come...share the experience of this humble village celebration...I hope you will find a feeling of peace, tranquility and contentment. May we all find the spirit of the Greenman in our lives, and in our hearts...."Enter these enchanted woods, you who dare"This is no ordinary nature trail!
Weep with the Willow,
Listen to the eloquence of the Elder,
Let the Holy protect your hearth.....
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Greenman poem...Like antlers, like veins of the brain the birches
Mark patterns of mind on the red winter sky;
'I am thought of all plants, 'says the Green Man,
'I am thought of all plants,'says he.
The Hungry birds harry the last berries of rowan
But white is her bark in the darkness of rain;
'I rise with the sap, 'says the Green Man,
'I rise with the sap,'says he.The ashes are clashing their boughs like sword-dancers,
Their black buds are tracing wild faces in the clouds;
'I come with the wind, 'says the Green Man,
'I come with the wind, 'says he.The Alders are rattling as though ready for battle
Guarding the grove where she waits for her lover;
'I burn with desire, 'says the Green Man,
'I burn with desire, 'says he.In and out of the yellowing wands of the willow
The pollen-bright bees are plundering the catkins;
'I am honey of love, 'says the Green Man,
'I am honey of love, 'says he...
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The hedges of quick are thick with May blossom
As the dancers advance on the leaf-covered King:
'It's off with my head, 'says the Green Man'
'It's off with my head, 'Says he.Green Man becomes grown man in flames of the oak
As it's crown forms his mask and it's leafage his features;
'I speak through the oak, 'says the Green Man
'I speak though the oak, 'say he.The holly is flowering as hayfields are rolling
Their gleaming long grasses like waves of the sea;
'I shine with the sun, 'says the Green Man,
'I shine with the sun, 'says he...
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The hazels are rocking the cups of their nuts
As harvesters shout when the last sheaf is cut;
'I swim with the salmon, 'says the Green man,
'I swim with the salmon, 'says he.The globes of the grapes are robing with bloom
Like the hazes of Autumn,like the Milky Way's stardust;
'I am crushed for your drink,'says the Green man,
'I am crushed for your drink,'says he...
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The aspen drops silver of leaves on earth's salver
And the poplars shed gold on the young ivy flower heads;
'I have paid for your pleasure,'says the Greenman,
'I have paid for your pleasure,'says he.The reed beds are flanking in silence the islands
Where meditates Wisdom as she waits and waits:
'I have kept her secret, 'says the Green Man,
'I have kept her secret, 'says he...
The bark of the elder makes whistles for children
To call to the deer as the rove over the snow;
'I am born in the dark, 'says the Green Man,
'I am born in the dark, 'says he...
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In this right and ready hour, I call upon ancestral power, I welcome the Maiden's shimmering glow. As I will, it shall be so. M.I.B. Andromeda+..
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The Tree....
The calm quiet strength of a tree,
Anchored deep in the earth,
Reaching high in the sky.
The calm quiet strength of a tree,
The calm quiet strength of a tree,
Full of life from its roots,
To the tiniest branch.
The calm quiet strength of a tree,
And oh, how it comforts me,
How it teaches me,
Without a sound.
Then I realize at once,
That this tree and I are one,
In eternity.
The calm quiet strength of a tree,
From the weight of its trunk,
To its delicate leaves.
The calm quiet strength of a tree,
The calm quiet strength of a tree,
Showing anyone near,
All the secrets of time,
The calm quiet strength of a tree.
....Tom Splitt..
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.( For footage of the GREENMAN FESTIVAL at CLUN CASTLE follow the link to my sister site...the Tree Shrine Image in my top friends...many thanks to all the participants that made it such a great day!)...
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Andromeda Heights.'We're building a home on the side of the mountain,
Above the clouds, next to the sky,
And after our labours our stars will be neighbours,
We'll take our place with them in space.We're no using plaster or concrete or wood,
They'd lower the tone of our new neighbourhood,
And mortar will crumble with age and neglect,
We're building our home on love and respect.We're building our home on the side of a mountain,
Above the clouds, next to the sky,
Our plans are ambitious; a blueprint of wishes...
That will come true and when they do...Folks in the valley will come up and say,
You've finally built it can we come and stay?
The cynics will marvel and say we confess...
there were times when we thought it was just an address.'..
"Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy. Music is the electrical soil in which the spirit lives, thinks and invents."
~Ludwig van Beethoven..
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There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if 'all' had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
~Lord Byron..
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Music can noble hints impart,
Engender fury, kindle love,
With unsuspecting eloquence can move,
And manage all with secret art.
~Joseph Addison..
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds:
And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased
With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touched within us, and the heart replies.
~William Cowper..
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Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken. ~Ludwig van Beethoven
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They paved paradise and put up a parking lot,
With a pink hotel, a boutique,
And a swinging hot spot.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.They took all the trees and put them in a tree museum.
And they charged all the people
A dollar and a half just to see 'em.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.Hey, farmer, farmer, put away that D.D.T., now!
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees, please!
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
Late last night I heard my screen door slam.
A big yellow bulldozer took away the house and the land.
Don't it always go to show
You'll never know what you got till it's gone?
They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot.
~Joni Mitchell..
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A film is a petrified fountain of thought~
Jean Cocteau..
Victory always starts in the head. It's a state of mind. It then spreads with such radiance and such affirmations that destiny can do nothing but obey.
~Douchan Gersi..
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"When you have the intuition that there is something which is there, but out of the reach of your physical world, art and religion are the only means to get to it."
~Guillermo Del Toro...
It's the movies that have really been running things in America ever since they were invented. They show you what to do, how to do it, when to do it, how to feel about it, and how to look how you feel about it~
Andy Warhol..
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A film is never really good unless the camera is an eye in the head of a poet~
Orson Wells..
The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.
~Nelson Henderson..
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The television, that insidious beast, that Medusa which freezes a billion people to stone every night, staring fixedly, that Siren which called and sang and promised so much and gave, after all, so little. ~Ray Bradbury, The Golden Apples of the Sun...
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Television has proved that people will look at anything rather than each other......
Television has changed a child from an irresistible force to an immovable object......
Television is an invention that permits you to be entertained in your living room by people you wouldn't have in your home. ~David Frost..
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Philo began laying out his vision for what television could become. Above all else... television would become the world's greatest teaching tool. Illiteracy would be wiped out. The immediacy of television was the key. As news happened viewers would watch it unfold live; no longer would we have to rely on people interpreting and distorting the news for us. We would be watching sporting events and symphony orchestras. Instead of going to the movies, the movies would come to us. Television would also bring about world peace. If we were able to see people in other countries and learn about our differences, why would there be any misunderstandings? War would be a thing of the past. ~Evan I. Schwartz, The Last Lone Inventor, about Philo T. Farnsworth, the inventor of television...
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A good book on your shelf is a friend that turns its back on you and remains a friend...
A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy. ~Edward P. Morgan..
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Let books be your dining table,
And you shall be full of delights
Let them be your mattress
And you shall sleep restful nights...
O for a Booke and a shdie nooke, eyther in-a-doore or out;
With the grene leaves whisp'ring overhede, or the Streete cryes all about.
Where I maie Reade all at my ease, both of the Newe and Olde;
For a jollie goode Booke whereon to looke is better to me than Golde.
~John Wilson..
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I call on the green dragon of the Earth,
He of the viridian leaf-like scales,
He of the ancient greenwood glen.
Powers of fertility and stability,
Hear my invitation toguard and protect this sacred space.
Hail Draconis! M.I.B.Andromeda+..
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A Knock at the Door - 2nd Edition
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