Open Yeats's magic and mystic poetry.

Sept. 08.2011


Open Yeats's magic power in mystic poetry




Dear seekers for the Ancient Wisdom,


I understand Yeats, who could not open the secret, widely at his time. Yes, "ancient secret" could not widely open in his age.
He had Philosopher's Stone and become a Visionary to see the future wisdom (Sophia-Isis) in the world.
How he could keep the secret prophecy from the Sophia's Enemy? He worried about his works, "I look at what I
have written with some alarm, for I have told more of the ancient secret than / many among my fellow-students think it right to tell."
However, I do not need to worry about it to open widely because it is the right time. I understand Yeats's words: "More than once, too, as I wrote this very essay I have become uneasy, and have torn up some paragraph, not for any literary reason, but because some incident or some symbol that would perhaps have meant nothing to the reader, seemed, I know not why, to belong to hidden things." the hidden things I tried to open and now what I should do? I lost my position and it is God's will first and then is it from the attack of the Enemy?
Why they robbed the spirit photo from the world and me?
I do not think about it at all, because I know what the magic power is. I have been looking for the real Yeatsians and Knights in the world, since I awakened. Who is "the people of Faery"? Why they angered? Today I wrote a poem about "Sunflower of 2011." Yes, I saw the Sunflower was dancing with honey bees and butterflies yesterday. However, today, now there are many sparrows to pick it and distory it. I should cover it and hide it to protect it from the enemy?
Yeats's concern is this situation, "the sparrow":
"Who can keep always to the little pathway between speech and silence, where one meets none but discreet
revelations? And surely, at whatever risk, we must cry out that imagination is
always seeking to remake the world according to the impulses and the patterns
in that great Mind, and that great Memory? Can there be anything so important
as to cry out that what we call romance, poetry, intellectual beauty, is the
only signal that the supreme Enchanter, or some one in His councils, is
speaking of what has been, and shall be again, in the consummation of time?"
I would like to comfort the heroes in this time as the discreet revelations by opening the secret of imagination and symbols in Yeats priest's secret works. Yeats could "cry out the imagination is always seeking to remake the world according to the impulses and the patterns in that great Mind, and that great Memory." Yes, it is not my job but it is from the Great Mind, Spiritus Mundi?
If I can do I would call the sages and magician toward Yeats, the greatest master as soon as possible. I would anger them if they criticized Yeats as a failed magician. However, in this time they are sleeping?
Yeats told that "Can there be anything so important as to cry out that what we call romance, poetry, intellectual beauty, is the
only signal that the supreme Enchanter, or some one in His councils, is speaking of what has been, and shall be again, in the consummation of time?" Yes, "There be anything so important as to cry out that what we call romance, poetry, intellectual beauty, is the
only signal that the supreme Enchanter, or some one in His councils, is speaking of what has been, and shall be again, in the consummation of time."
Yes, it is the consummation time, as the New Age, as the secret is opening. This is his magic power.


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Magic VIII. By W.B. Yeats:



I have now described that belief in magic which has set me all but unwilling among those lean and fierce minds who are at war with their time, who cannot accept the days as they pass, simply and gladly; and I look at what I have written with some alarm, for I have told more of the ancient secret than many among my fellow-students think it right to tell. I have come to believe so many strange things because of experience, that I see little reason to doubt the truth of many things that are beyond my experience; and it may be that there are beings who watch over that ancient secret, as all tradition affirms, and resent, and perhaps avenge, too fluent speech. They say in the Aran Islands that if you speak overmuch of the things of Faery your tongue becomes like a stone, and it seems to me, though doubtless naturalistic reason would call it Auto-suggestion則or the like, that I have often felt my tongue become just so heavy and clumsy. More than once, too, as I wrote this very essay I have become uneasy, and have torn up some paragraph, not for any literary reason, but because some incident or some symbol that would perhaps have meant nothing to the reader, seemed, I know not why, to belong to hidden things. Yet I must write or be of no account to any cause, good or evil; I must commit what merchandise of wisdom I have to this ship of written speech, and after all, I have many a time watched it put out to sea with not less alarm when all the speech was rhyme. We who write, we who bear witness, must often hear our hearts cry out against us, complaining because of their hidden things, and I know not but he who speaks of wisdom may not sometimes in the change that is coming upon the world, have to fear the anger of the people of Faery, whose country is the heart of the world—‘The Land of the Living Heart.’ Who can keep always to the little pathway between speech and silence, where one meets none but discreet revelations? And surely, at whatever risk, we must cry out that imagination is always seeking to remake the world according to the impulses and the patterns in that great Mind, and that great Memory? Can there be anything so important as to cry out that what we call romance, poetry, intellectual beauty, is the only signal that the supreme Enchanter, or some one in His councils, is speaking of what has been, and shall be again, in the consummation of time?