Endless Light: Dr. Thomas Henry Moray
This wonderful biography requires considerable examination of archetypes, their suffusive power, and the world in which they materialize. To comprehend the power and import of what Dr. Thomas Henry Moray truly discovered, we must pass through the waters of time most arcane, until we emerge fully prepared to appreciate the wonder of his find. Why this is so will become most apparent as we progress through the narrative. His story begins, strangely enough, in the sea of dreams and archetypes.
Histories, dreams, sagas. Told by ancient philosophers and bards, the great epics contained dim recollections from an archaic world. Singing the glories of lost kingdoms and lost civilizations, poets transported their listeners into another age. Hearing rhythmic elaborations of verse, ancient audiences glimpsed enchanted visions of towering mountains, fabled citadels, and magnificent cities. The bards brought them into the very portals of The Golden Age. Utopia. After hearing of them, the mysterious lost worlds seemed easy to reach.
Poets, bards, and historians provoked their listeners with symbols, images, and themes. Lives were always filled with a special sense of clarity, purpose, and direction after the bard sang. The telling of these long sagas provoked great inward excitement, stimulating aetherial hope and dream quest. In strong evocations of rhyme and verse, of mythos and pathos, individuals were infused with new and impassioned desire. The sagas remain the engine-works of civilization.
Shared archetypes activate human hearts toward specific desire. In the mouth of bards, each archaic saga initiated great and historically memorable human works. Lovers sought pure love, adventurers sought ultimate adventure, and travelers journeyed forth for unknown horizons. Seekers all. Seekers after the ideal world and its wonders.
The long entwining themes were set with little jewels. Unfamiliar wonders suffused these worlds. Exotic and mysterious artifacts. Familiar accoutrements and accessories of fortunate Utopian dwellers. Invariably, the marvelous inhabitants of lost worlds employed strange and magickal technologies. Hearing these legends, one was always inspired to recapture or reproduce the magickal artifacts and accessories described by the bards.
Enthralled with themes of love and valor, the beauty of silvery princesses and strength of bronzed heroes, young listeners sought to emulate the heroes. Adventures, excitement, thematic focus and purpose. Life was explained in the song. These wonders, so very evocative, are yet difficult to comprehend unless they were in some way real. It was known that many poets were once themselves noblemen of high degree. Educated and knowledgeable. Until they themselves were changed by the song of former bards, they knew lives of luxury and riches. The sagas drew these men away from the ease of villas and marbled estates with their irresistible power. More aged bards and troubadours had passed to them their precious treasuries of verse and epic, until the heart of legend and myth found new strength. Transferred among truth seekers, glorious mythos survived the centuries. Mythic credibility finds an essential heart of truth, being drawn of histories and arcane priestly records from distant lands.
On sapphire blue-splashed seacoasts, the naturally radiant and great ascending mountains of violet and green founded the worlds in which Utopian lovers dwelled. They were the royal originators of civilization, immortals whose goodness and wisdom was boundlessly expressed in mighty civilizations of archaic splendor. Cloud-piercing towers of silver, dazzling beacons of pure white light, and fabled harbors where golden pillars heralded immortal seafarers home signaled the approach toward wonder.
Mountain terraces, ringed by strange lightning mirrors, pierced the air with deadly star blue rays in defense of the citadel. Peace and respect reigned supreme. Large emerald green crystals worked in the heavens, bringing blue and sweet perfumed winds. Distant isles were traversed beneath the waves in dolphin-like vessels. Golden-framed mirrors of Mercury, gifts of unknown age and origin, conveyed travelers among disconnected silver terraces set like jewels in the sea mountain world.
Wide plazas of white stone, pyramidal temples of crystal, floral avenues, gardens with soft green pools and waterfalls. All were suffused with the topaz yellow radiance of lanterns, which never extinguished. None were ever ill in these Utopian lands, except for the illness of love. All lived for centuries. Special elixirs and violet lamps blessed young and old alike, bringing health, wholeness, and joy to their recipients. Large shields of onyx, set in unknown metals, permitted one to see across the waves to distant amethystine islands. Copper dialettes to show the time were everywhere, controlling the very hour. Mighty artisans directed twisted pipes of tin, magickal winds shrieking and lifting great stones through the air.
And the wonderful people who inhabited these lands were always persons of nobility, enlarged minds, virtuous and wise, living full lives of joy. Their persons were glorious, radiant, possessed of rare abilities. They seemed always adorned by desirable magickal accessories; rings, buckles, bracelets, necklaces, jeweled brooches, belts, capes, helmets, shields, swords … all the tools of magickal technology.
Their homes were wonderful and rich, flooded with fine fare and luxurious furnishings having magickal aspect. Their nights were flooded with the wonder of stars, planets, and radiance; the radiance of rare lanterns and hearths, which never consumed fuel or ceased pouring forth their effluves. Utopia was never more clearly portrayed.
By rhythms of small drums and soft strains of harps, poet-sages sang and spoke heartfelt fables. Tears ran down his bearded face and onto a colorful robe when he sang of lost love. Musicians played softest music when the bard became emotional incapable of speaking further. Anger and authority quivered in his voice when heroes vanquished evil sorcerers. And the songs went on. Young children of noble families laid gifts before the honored bard. Misty white grapes, bread wreathes with raisins and honey, crystal cold mountain water in terra cotta pitchers, and golden goblets of purple wine.
The telling of the tale often took a few days. During this time, an entire civilization was raised and destroyed. The tale told, the aged bard was escorted by a great host of devotees where, just as mysteriously as he arrived, he vanished off into time.
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