posted November 22, 2000 11:51 AM         

No age
No rage
Range
Argon???
Ra
Anger

Hyacinth

Thin
Hint
In
Hat
Hit
Yin

posted November 24, 2000 11:03 PM         

ORANGES - HYACINTHS

OH ANCIENT ONES
GRANT THIS ONE THE
RIGHT NOT TO AGE

AT THE EIGHTH GATE I CRY
"IN THIS HEART IS NO ANGER"

I HEAR THY SONG
GREAT HATHOR
ASET (ISIS) THY TEARS
ARE AS RAIN
RA - I HEAR THY SIGH

AGAIN I CRY
"TRY THIS SINNER
STAY THY RAGE-THY RATH
THIS ONE YEARNS"

THEN THEY CHANT -
"RISE! I CHANGE THIS ONE.
YE ARE NOT TO AGE.
THY YEARNING I GRANT"

"THIS THEN IS THY SIGN
TO THE SAGES-TO THE AGES
RA'S ORANGE
ASET'S HYACINTH

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posted November 25, 2000 10:59 PM         

YIVY, you're amazing!! Can you do for me taking my Other half's last name and mine..see what truth will come out? I will post in lexigram area with a list of words.

posted November 26, 2000 11:09 AM         

Truthfully, you have helped me discover and access a part of me I never knew existed over this past year. It is like your words have "flipped a switch" and all this is pouring out. My soul is expanding by leaps and bounds...each day bringing new and exciting tidbits of my self out.

I dread to think how I would have survived it being bottled up if I had never met you...whether by the internet (or on the astral plane) the medium doesn't matter...we have met. The "spark" you give me has lit up my heart. My Soul is AFIRE again, after what seems to be a long sleep.

Thanking you seems to be so very mundane for the GIFT. Alas, it is all I have for now...so

THANK YOU...THANK YOU...THANK YOU

posted July 03, 2001 03:33 PM         

Thanks I kNew you must have LEXI'd this ...

~Princess

posted July 03, 2001 10:17 PM         

Not that I mind, but that is the intention and the goal the 'druids' had in mind....

posted July 04, 2001 12:51 AM         

I just found this...

http://www.bloomingbulb.com/products/ProductPicture.asp?ProductKey=214

Yum! ... and look! it describes this *variety* as having a *heavenly scent* ... and, and it's my favorite color too! Pink

And... lets not forget, *pink & orange* were a big color-combo in the 60's

Does anyone know the meanings of colors?

~Princess

posted July 05, 2001 01:45 AM         

There were so many *seeds* ..... I remember *feeling (?)* that these were ALL of the ONES ...... there was no color, everything was white .... yet each seed seemed to be outlined in everycolor, yet no color.

Please bear with me .... I am trying to describe the indescribable.

Then, I could begin my ego mind begining to take over once again and I *came down* .... I felt so light and it took about 4 days for me to completely feel my body again. WHen I did it was a terribel crash.

posted July 06, 2001 06:36 AM         

I couldn't stop thinking about the orange & hyacinth thing as an exchange between immortals... immortals use their third eyes... I have also wondered if there were practices for the other senses that would help to open the third eye, or to help keep it open...

I had to get up and search the origin of the flower... then the mythology of it... which took me to the story of Apollo and Hyachinthus, which I will post below... It has significant spirtual meaning - but I think, so too does the flower's *heavenly scent* If the modern hyacinth does not resemble it's first ancestor, it does still possess this frangrance.

~Could the very essense <Essenes-sense> of hyacith's scent have, for lack of a better term, a *theraputic* affect on our third eye, or petuitory gland? Is this a part of it's significance?

posted July 06, 2001 06:42 AM         

For centuries, hyacinths have filled the spring air with sweet perfume, inspired poets to songs of praise and gardeners to feats of horticultural elegance.

In the mid-18th century, Madame de Pompadour -- mistress of France's King Louis XV -- ordered the gardens of Versailles filled with Dutch Hyacinths and had hundreds forced "on glasses" inside the palace in winter ... sparked a national rage among the French elite.

Today, the hyacinth remains a symbol of style and elegance, with the grand tradition of large formal beds planted with hyacinths carried on in many of the world's great public and private gardens.

Of Humble Origin

But the lush hyacinth varieties that so enthused Madame de Pompadour and those which give us such pleasure today, are a far cry from the hyacinth which first caught the attention of our ancestors.

Hyacinths, it is believed, were first cultivated in Europe by the ancient Greeks and Romans. Both Homer and Virgil described the plant's fragrance. The hyacinth known to these men would have been Hyacinthus orientalis, a native of Turkey and the Middle East and the genetic ancestor of our modern cultivars.

This early hyacinth was a rather wan looking specimen. With only about 15 pale blue flowers in a loose raceme, or group of single flowers arranged along a central axis, on ten-inch stems, these plants were valued mainly for their scent.

Whether due to their anemic appearance or other factors, the cultivation of hyacinths faded from Europe about the same time as the Romans did.

posted July 06, 2001 06:44 AM         

Apollo was passionately fond of a youth named Hyacinthus. He. accompanied him in his sports, carried the nets when he went fishing, led the dogs when he went to hunt, followed him in his excursions in the mountains, and neglected for him his lyre and his arrows. One day they played a game of quoits together, and Apollo, heaving aloft the discus, with strength mingled with skill, sent it high and far. Hyacinthus watched it as it flew, and excited with the sport ran forward to seize it, eager to make his throw, when the quoit bounded from the earth and struck him in the forehead. He fainted and fell. The god, as pale as himself, raised him and tried all his art to stanch the wound and retain the flitting life, but all in vain; the hurt was past the power of medicine. As when one has broken the stem of a lily in the garden it hangs its head and turns its flowers to the earth, so the head of the dying boy, as if too heavy for his neck, fell over on his shoulder. "Thou diest, Hyacinth," so spoke Phoebus, "robbed of thy youth by me. Thine is the suffering, mine the crime. Would that I could die for thee! But since that may not be, thou shalt live with me in memory and in song. My lyre shall celebrate thee, my song shall tell thy fate, and thou shalt become a flower inscribed with my regrets." While Apollo spoke, behold the blood which had flowed on the ground and stained the herbage ceased to be blood; but a flower of hue more beautiful than the Tyrian sprang up, resembling the lily, if it were not that this is purple and that silvery white.* And this was not enough for Phoebus; but to confer still greater honour, he marked the petals with his sorrow, and inscribed "Ah! ah!" upon them, as we see to this day. The flower bears the name of Hyacinthus, and with every returning spring revives the memory of his fate.

* It is evidently not our modern hyacinth that is here described. It is perhaps some species of iris, or perhaps of larkspur or pansy.

It was said that Zephyrus (the West wind), who was also fond of Hyacinthus and jealous of his preference of Apollo, blew the quoit out of its course to make it strike Hyacinthus. Keats alludes to this in his "Endymion," where he describes the lookers-on at the game of quoits:

"Or they might watch the quoit-pitchers, intent

On either side, pitying the sad death

Of Hyacinthus, when the cruel breath

Of Zephyr slew him; Zephyr penitent,

Who now ere Phoebus mounts the firmament,

Fondles the flower amid the sobbing rain."

An allusion to Hyacinthus will also be recognized in Milton's "Lycidas":

"Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe."